Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Blood foam evaporated into brown mist on the burning trajectory, and the battle continued.

In the standard circular position of the 54st Regiment of the 7.92th Division, a total of 13.2 heavy machine guns spewed flames at the same time. The crossfire network formed by and mm bullets, like the -ton king on the national highway, fiercely crashed into the Japanese army's boarded column.

The lieutenants and wounded soldiers at the front took off collectively, as if they were hit head-on by an invisible hammer.

The dump truck formed by the tracer bullets moved forward relentlessly, and the flag bearer and the rising sun flag on his shoulder were torn into pieces by the subsequent bullets before they could even fall.

It’s not satisfying, not satisfying at all. What’s the point of fighting with only guns and no cannons?

"Artillery, where are the artillery! Enemy cluster target at 1,300 meters! Fire, fire quickly!"

As soon as the commander of the regiment put down the phone, 60, 81 and 120 mm mortar shells drew parabolas and flew towards the Japanese soldiers who were charging on board.

Because the artillery shells flew at a relatively slow speed, comrades at the front line could even hear the sound of the artillery shells breaking through the air.

Soon, an orange-red fireball exploded in the Japanese skirmish line, and broken limbs and rifle parts were thrown ten meters into the air by the air wave.

A lieutenant whose lower body was blown off continued to crawl, dragging his intestines until he was completely torn to pieces by subsequent shells.

"Keep firing, no need to get too close. Everyone, all weapons, full fire coverage!"

Long before the war officially broke out, the 54th Division had carefully planned its firepower system and marked preset firing ranges for each platoon's light machine guns and semi-automatic rifles.

Once they encounter the enemy, the soldiers can immediately rely on fortifications to organize three-dimensional firepower strikes and use the density of bullets to make up for the problem of night vision.

When fighting a war, you can't just consider the economic costs. The more you consider, the more you lose and the poorer you become. Problems that can be solved by spending money are not a big deal.

After receiving the order from the regiment commander, the entire circular defense position instantly erupted in dense gunfire.

While the infantry was firing at full speed, the 2nd Armored Division, which had been sharpening its weapons for a long time, also joined the battle.

A company of T-3485s quickly moved forward to provide support. The roar of the 85mm main gun and the flames of the vehicle-mounted machine guns intertwined into a steel barrier, instantly strengthening the fire suppression capability on the front battlefield.

"What a black card! Onboard!"

The second echelon of the 15th Independent Mixed Brigade was charging forward on top of their comrades' broken limbs. But the next second, the entire column seemed to be thrown into a meat grinder.

Faced with this kind of firepower density that was not typical of the Asian battlefield, dozens of them fell every second in the crimson and yellow-green tracer bullets.

Even the most tenacious veterans only advanced more than thirty meters before they were cut in half by bullets and artillery shells coming from nowhere.

Countless Japanese soldiers had just mustered up the courage to rush out of the bomb craters when they were hit in the chest by a 13.2mm dual-purpose heavy machine gun. Their upper bodies instantly turned into a bloody mist, and they fell forward with their only remaining legs still in a running posture.

"Flare! The brightness at the ten o'clock position is decreasing. Fire two more flares immediately, five seconds apart!"

As a new batch of flares exploded with dazzling white light in the night sky, the commander of a regiment looked through the telescope and saw the shocking battlefield.

The front line was covered with smoking craters, and the charred land was littered with Japanese soldiers' bodies torn apart by machine gun fire. The river of blood that had not yet coagulated glowed a strange dark red under the pale light of the flares.

However, what is even more shocking is that the remaining Japanese soldiers seemed to be unaffected by the battlefield environment and continued to charge forward madly amid the roars of their respective team leaders.

Their distorted faces appeared and disappeared in the strong light of the flares, and the bayonets of their Type 38 rifles reflected the cold light, making them look like a group of water ghosts crawling out of the eighteenth level of hell.

Just as the commander of the first regiment was about to call on the divisional artillery to reinforce the 15th Independent Mixed Brigade, the commander of the second battalion beside him suddenly screamed and pointed to the center of the battlefield and shouted a warning:
"Captain! Don't rush to call for artillery support!"

"Look at the three o'clock direction. Is that the ointment flag with a white background the flag of General Matsui Setsu? Oh my God, it's definitely right. I'm sure it's the old devil!"

"The old man is really crazy. He actually charged with the soldiers."

Even though the Japanese army and navy generals shouted things like "Seven lives to serve the country" and "See you at Kudanzaka" every day, most of them were like Ushijima Mitsuru and Nagumo Chuichi, who could only order the soldiers to shout "charge on board" while they themselves hid in the command center and committed seppuku.

If you study it carefully, you will find that almost 99% of those generals who were said to have led the charge were colonels who were promoted posthumously to major generals.

This trick of posthumously awarding military ranks is nothing more than a word game played by the Japanese military to cover up the generals' cowardice in fighting. It is a traditional skill.

Of course, there are occasionally cases like Kuribayashi Tadamichi, who personally led the charge with the rank of active lieutenant general.

However, throughout the entire World War II, such diehards were rare exceptions.

Because of this, the second battalion commander could not contain his shock. After all, this was the first time in his several years of military service that he saw an active Japanese major general leading a charge.

As soon as these words were spoken, all officers and soldiers in the regiment, from the regiment commander to the forward observation posts, who had telescopes at hand, turned the tubes of their telescopes to the three o'clock position.

The commander of the first regiment was extremely excited. Without saying a word, he picked up the telephone receiver in front of him and began calling the nearest sniper in an almost roaring tone.

"Snipers closest to the second battalion's forward position, report to marker point 97 immediately. Bring your guys who are eating, I found a big fish here!"

"Hurry, the speed must be fast."

"If the general's flag is destroyed by artillery fire, we will have to spend the rest of our lives in regret."

That’s right, the target of the regiment leader has never been Matsui Setsu.

Although the Major General Brigade Commander led the charge and died, it was indeed unique to Scorpion Baba. But after all, he was only a Major General, and for the current Eighth Route Army, his value was still a little lacking.

After all, starting with Abe Nobuhide, TG has killed/captured many Japanese lieutenant generals in the past few years. There are even more than 20 major generals.

But the generals' flags are different.
The entire Allied camp had never captured even one of these things, and noobs like MacArthur had never even seen a scrap of it.

There is no way, the general's flag has a special nature. It is not a battle flag used to charge into battle, but a symbol of command authority.

In addition, the Japanese army had no tradition of "raising the flag and charging", so even if the Allied forces wanted to seize the weapons, they had no chance to do so.

Soon, all the snipers in the Second Battalion's defense zone gathered at marker point 97.

It is worth mentioning that the weapons carried by these soldiers can be called an international rifle exhibition.

In addition to the MAS-36 produced by their own military factory, there are also Springfield, 98k, Mosin Nagant. There is even a veteran who carries a Carcano M91/41 captured from an unknown battlefield.

Although at first glance, the messy scene seems to have returned to the difficult era of Wan Guo Zao a few years ago. However, the fact that these special equipment can be retained in the regular army just proves that they are all elites selected from a hundred. After all, not everyone is qualified to be "special" in the Eighth Route Army.

Seeing that everyone was present, the leader of the first regiment gave the order directly:
"At three o'clock, do you see that special ointment flag? It's the general flag of Matsui Setsu. I need you to knock down the flag bearer."

"After killing the flag bearer, keep your guns on the flag. If anyone dares to get close, open fire."

"But let me be frank. This battle is about to end. I can't put my comrades in danger just for a flag."

"I will continue to fire the artillery. The light and heavy machine guns will not stop either. Whether you can capture the intact flag depends entirely on your own ability."

The choice faced by the head of a regiment is simple. To put it bluntly, it is about which is more important, merit or life.

The soldiers also understood his idea. No matter how important the general's flag was, it was just a thing outside of his body. Compared with the precious lives of his comrades, it was worthless.

However, when they thought of the regiment flag in the Taiyuan Military Museum and Wang Chengzhu's personal battle introduction in the display cabinet, the snipers burst into amazing fighting spirit again.

This is definitely an event that deserves to be published as a page in a family tree and will go down in history. Who can ignore it?

"Yes! We promise to complete the task!"

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On the other hand, the Japanese Army's 15th Independent Mixed Brigade was the second echelon of the suicide charge.

Yasusaburo Ogawa's chest was heaving violently, and the air mixed with gunpowder and the smell of blood was corroding his lungs like sulfuric acid.

By this point in the war, the lieutenant colonel chief of staff finally understood why the joint action of the North China Front Army and the Kwantung Army had suffered a crushing defeat.

The absolute disadvantage in firepower and logistics made the so-called Operation No. 1 a bubble from the very beginning of the planning stage, and there was no possibility of success at all.

At the moment when the old Japanese soldier was in a trance, Major General Matsui Setsu, who was originally charging at the front, suddenly froze, and fell heavily into the blood, mud and soil like a puppet with its strings cut.

Seeing this, he hurried forward to check, fearing that his superior had died.

"Major General! Where were you shot?! Can you still stand up?! We are about to reach the Eighth Route Army position! Please open your eyes!"

Amid the violent shaking, Matsui Setsu opened his eyes with difficulty.

At this moment, the Japanese major general looked like a wild dog with its spine pulled out. His general's uniform had been soaked in blood so much that its original color could not be seen. The bullet hole on the right chest was still oozing blood foam with his weak breathing.

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The old devil struggled for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound from his throat, like a broken bellows with air leaking out.

Fortunately, after years of getting along with each other, Yasuzaburo Ogawa and Setsu Matsui have a good understanding of each other.

Following his superior's gaze, he immediately understood what the other party meant.

"Rest in peace, Major General. Leave the general's flag to me. See you at Kudanzaka!"

After saying this, Ogawa Yasuzaburo immediately stepped forward and snatched the general flag from the flag bearer's hand.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The guards who had followed him fell one after another. The soldier who had just handed over the general's flag was blasted in the head by a rifle bullet, and the splattered brains and blood covered Ogawa Yasuzaburo's face.

"puff"

After a muffled sound, the pupils of the lieutenant colonel chief of staff shrank violently. He wanted to hold onto the general's flag, but found that a black hole with blood gushing out of it had appeared on his chest.

In the last sight of the Japanese, was the major general's flag stained with blood, slowly sinking into the charred soil of Chahar.

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Fifty-five minutes later, the eastern skyline began to turn pale, and the darkness gradually dissipated like a defeated enemy army.

In the observation post of the circular position, the commander of the first regiment and the commander of the second battalion raised their binoculars at the same time. There were not many Japanese soldiers still standing on the battlefield filled with morning fog.

But the biggest problem at the moment is that the whereabouts of Matsui Setsu's general's flag is unknown, which makes both of them frown.

"Cease fire! All cease fire!"

"Contact the 2nd Armored Division and have their tanks escort our infantry into the battlefield. By the way, ask Captain Liu if he can dispatch a few flamethrower tanks."

"Light weapons are not very effective against devils pretending to be dead."

After waiting for two minutes, the sound of machine guns and sporadic rifle fire on the defense line finally stopped.

After reporting his idea to the division headquarters, the commander of a regiment personally led a battalion of soldiers and friendly forces to start cleaning up the battlefield.

It turns out that bringing flamethrowers and flamethrower tanks is definitely a wise choice. Looking at the old bastards being burned by fire, the comrades all smiled from the bottom of their hearts.

Just when the commander of a regiment was about to find Matsui Setsu's body and the major general's flag by following the coordinates in his memory, two Japanese soldiers who were pretending to be dead suddenly jumped up from the pile of corpses!
They rushed out in a standard crawling assault posture, one of them holding a pack of explosives in his arms, and the other waving a Type 3485 Nambu pistol, and rushed towards the nearest T-.

"Da da da!"

But before they could get within five meters of the tank, a dense crossfire network had already enveloped them. The heavy rain of rifles, submachine guns and vehicle-mounted machine guns easily turned them into sieves.

Faced with an enemy who was not yet completely dead, T-3485 crushed him without hesitation.

With a V12, 500-horsepower diesel engine and an indomitable momentum, it is undoubtedly the -ton king on the battlefield at this moment.

The track teeth first crushed the turtle box, making a crisp breaking sound.

Then came the military boots, bones making a teeth-grinding crackling sound under the weight of steel, like walnuts being crushed.

When the tracks completely rolled over the chest cavity, the Japanese soldier exploded like a bursting water bag, his internal organs spurted out of his mouth and nose, leaving a trail of flesh and blood more than three meters long on the tracks.

"I didn't see it in the blind spot", "I couldn't stop the car at all", "I thought it was an anti-infantry trench", "Go talk to the Yellow River", "We are all trying our best to live"! (End of this chapter)