Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

In this timeline, at this node in the second half of 1942, the main infantry divisions of major participating countries around the world were really blooming.

In countries with scarce resources, such as Books and Pasta, the per capita firepower density of their division-level troops is basically at the bottom.

From this we can see that the East Asia Co-prosperity Circle and our sea are purely delusional.

The land is vast and the resources are abundant, or the large forces that have taken the lead in this world war are all improving the mobility and firepower of the troops as much as possible.

The 155mm howitzer was incorporated into the division level, and the highest degree of motorization and mechanization of A Chou and De San are the best under this strategy.

It is different from the major participating countries mentioned above.

Although TG is still in the transition period of half-mule, horse and half-motorization, the firepower of the main infantry division of the Eighth Route Army is truly the only one in the Scorpion Baba.

Such division-level troops, which consist of three infantry regiments, one division-owned artillery regiment, one self-propelled rocket launcher battalion, one air defense battalion, and one anti-tank battalion as the main combat units.

On any battlefield around the world, it is an elite army level, or even a first-level army-group army looting.

In this case, there is no need to include the engineering battalion, supply battalion, medical battalion and many support companies.

Huang He has always felt that his infantry division was both reasonable and in line with the special circumstances of the Asian battlefield.

In the future, there will be a tank battalion, which is the 12-step 4 guns, 1 anti-tank, 1 air defense, 1 self-propelled rocket launcher, 1 tank, the small Gundam.

As long as the weapons and equipment are updated as usual, this organization will be out of date until 1945.

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Facts have proved that the Shandong Provincial Military Region is not just a good-looking organization.

The seven main divisions, after multiple rounds of reorganization, can be described as perfect.

The combat effectiveness of the comrades is no less than that of the European Infrastructure Gundam, which has reached yellow and green stripes at the same time.

Even the security brigade with slightly inferior equipment and manpower can fight with the Kwantung Army's brigade-level troops, and even if it is fierce for more than half a month, it will not be exhausted.

Frontline, the Fourth Division’s Battlefield Command Post.

Seeing the mass of killing flowers composed of smoke and fireworks blooming one after another in the rear of the enemy army, Commander Yang's mouth almost grinned to his ears.

"Architecture is really the **** of war!"

"Four battalions, there are forty-eight cannons alone. Including the messy 155-million-dragons and 105-plus, these big tubes are definitely enough for the Japanese to drink a pot."

"The feng shui turns around. We still have tens of thousands of tons of shells reserves, so it's time for the enemy to taste the taste of being bombed."

The heroic spirit of his own teachers has driven the atmosphere in the entire command center. The comrades swept away the haze of the previous few days, and the corners of their mouths rose up at the same time, which was even harder to suppress than a shell gun.

The situation on the battlefield has basically been clear since the war.

The pocket array arranged by the military region has been formed, and the next task is to divide and surround it, and fight a beautiful annihilation battle at the lowest cost.

Just as Commander Yang was holding a telescope to observe the battlefield, a correspondent suddenly picked up the telephone receiver beside him. While recording the shorthand, he responded to the orders from the other end.

"Teacher Commander, Mr. Lin called!"

"The heavy artillery in the military region has completely destroyed the artillery positions of various Japanese divisions. The command center ordered us to fight back immediately, focusing on killing the vital forces of the Japanese."

"By the way, Principal Zhu of the artillery specially reminded us to let our division and artillery go. How many shells will be fired, he will double the amount of replenishment after the war!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Commander Yang immediately ran to the enemy and us situation chart. His eyes were like sharp arrows, and his whole body exuded an unstoppable aura.

"Okay, okay! Pass my order and all artillery soldiers in the division will open fire immediately."

"The enemy's vanguard is only two kilometers away from us. Whether it is mortars, field artillery, self-propelled rocket launchers or howitzers, as long as the range is sufficient, I will shoot all the shells."

"I inform the Third Regiment again and let them free up an attack channel for the First Armored Division. I have only one requirement, that is, I must cooperate with the brothers' forces to fight!"

"yes!"

As orders were issued one by one, the artillery regiment of the Fourth Division was removed from its disguise. Four battalions, a total of forty-one 105 and 155 howitzers bloomed.

On the front line, all regiments, battalions and companies took out their big treasures.

Plus a battalion of 122mm self-propelled rocket launcher.

For a moment, dense explosions rose up on the Jiaolai Plain, and even the ground sank a little, and the entire battlefield instantly turned into a hot purgatory.

"continue!"

"People stop guns! Knock for an hour first before attacking!"

Correction, load, shoot.

Correct again and continue shooting.

Rounds of shells crossed the sky, just like Jinan, Smolensk and Colbert teamed up, and the Rainbow Bridge first appeared.

Practice makes perfect. Under the influence of artillery school shooting aircraft and observation posts, the more accurate the comrades attack, the faster the fire speed.

The fourth division, with full firepower, heated up the already boiling battlefield again. And the Japanese were like skewers fried in oil pan, sticky and charred. ······

What does it feel like to use a 155mm howitzer with your face at close range?

I believe that many people will never get the most real answer to the above questions in their entire lives.

After all, this kind of aura-defying experience is very rare. In theory, it is even more rare than being bombed twice by an atomic bomb. It is not a chosen person or a son of luck, and there is no chance to answer.

But it is obvious that Yoshi Nishizawa, the Second Division of the Tank, was very lucky.

As the commander of the Artillery Corps of the Division, the old Japanese surrounded him from beginning to end.

At the first time when the shells attacked, they did not hesitate to win a glimmer of hope for their colonel to survive at the cost of their lives.

"Pu"

The climate in early autumn was still very warm, but the artillery colonel who had just woken up felt extremely cold.

The strong desire to survive caused an amazing force to burst out in Yoshi Nishizawa's remaining body, so that he could push away the sea of ​​corpses and blood covering his body.

After a while, the old Japanese sat upright with his hands.

His left hand suddenly touched a sticky and unknown object, which looked like a black mud ball wrapped in gunpowder.

Soon, Yoshi Nishizawa realized that it was a piece of roasted raw meat. But he didn't know which part of the body it belongs, and he didn't know which subordinate it belonged to.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Because in the previous devastating blow, the two assistants, eight lieutenants and many warriors in the entire command post have all been killed.

"vomit!"

I don’t know if it was the sequelae of the bomb shock or the hellish position that stimulated Nishizawa Yoshi.

The old Japanese began to vomit unstoppably, and the fragments of organs, blood and sour water were spitting all over the floor. The already dirty and smelly military uniform completely turned into a paste ball.

He tried desperately to insert his right hand and half of his left hand into the soil, trying to wipe the pieces of meat stuck to his hands.

But the warm and fluffy land will not make Nishizawa Yoshi satisfied, and those fertilizers are directly cooked into beggar chickens after being heated.

"Is there anyone else? Is there anyone alive?"

After a while, the artillery colonel slowly stood up from the mountain of corpses. But the dizziness and extremely sharp tinnitus in his head almost pulled him back to **** again.

Accompanied by a pain in my heart, almost black blood suddenly surged out of my seven orifices.

It seemed as if it was the last rebirth, and the old Japanese miraculously recovered his hearing.

"rustle."

In a trance, Nishizawa Yoshi vaguely heard a burst of rapid roar coming from the pile of corpses.

As if he had thought of something, he began to dig a pit like crazy, and finally dug out a communicator at the cost of completely scrapping his right hand.

"Architecture! Artillery position! We are the Second Mechanized Regiment here! Direction 217, three super heavy tanks of unknown models, eight heavy tanks, and eighty-eight T-26 T-26!"

"In the rear of the enemy, there are countless armored vehicles and armored personnel carriers of unknown models, 300 meters away from the tank's offensive front line!"

"In the direction of 1380, more enemy armored troops are trying to break through head-on, and have now passed the 1122 junction! We need support! Need artillery support!"

As soon as these words came out, Nishize Yangsi dragged his body and looked around tremblingly.

The old Japanese wanted to find a commanding height, but the shelling just now blew the ground one or two meters.

The original artillery observation post turned into ashes, and the positions were full of bullet craters, and now it is impossible to observe the situation on the front line at all.

At this moment, Yoshi Nishizawa suddenly heard the roar of the engine coming from behind.

I saw more than a dozen Type 95 light chariots and four 97 mid-seaters fighting, rushing towards the combat zone at full speed. In the rear, more soldiers were either running on foot or following closely behind.

"Col. Nishize, can you still fight?"

"The Army Aviation and Navy Malu were both deceived, and the main armored force of the Eighth Route Army was not in the southeast at all. On the front battlefield, the enemy has deployed at least one tank division."

"Get up quickly and get on my command tank. This thunder is for you, you must fight to the death!"

Following the sound source, Nishizawa Yoshi looked up and saw his own division commander.

In his impression, he was a middle-aged man who was very particular about the direction, wearing a brand new white shirt every day and taking care of the medals on his chest spotlessly.

But now, Lieutenant General Okada has long lost his former grace, and his hysterical appearance seems to be a different person.

Considering that the front line was tight, Yoshi Nishizawa hesitated and grabbed the thunder's body rod, then climbed onto the tank with one hand with his strength.

"Lieutenant General, do we still have support? Okamura Dai."

Before the old Japanese could finish his words, he was attracted by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

It’s a pity that human eyesight is not enough to capture the flight trajectory of the shells.

Just as he was looking around, two 152mm grenades hit the front and rear vehicles steadily, directly cutting off the pace of the support troops' advance. (End of this chapter)