Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

In the modern military history of China, the God of War has repeatedly emphasized a classic tactic, which is to pinch its head, pull its tail, cut its waist, and put the enemy to death and then hurry up.

It is obvious that the commanders of the First Armored Division have realized the essence of this concept.

In order to gain a first-hand advantage in the early stages of the war, it is also to kill and injure the living forces of the Second Division of the Japanese chariots as much as possible and reduce the subsequent casualties.

The comrades responsible for tearing open the Japanese positions made a classic combo of pinching their heads and tails as soon as they came up.

The sudden attack caused the book, who was originally a frightened bird, to be in chaos.

For a moment, the armored troops from the rear to the front line were in chaos, and the entire convoy was forced to be blocked in the middle of the forward path and could not move.

"Baga! What the **** is firing?"

"Can't it be that the Eighth Route Army's madman pulled the 155mm howitzer to the front line? What are you waiting for if you don't go to the battlefield to investigate?"

The head and tail are intercepted, and the next target is naturally various tanks and armored vehicles squeezed in the middle.

Within a few seconds after Lieutenant General's division commander Okada Shi scolded her, the sound of the shells breaking through the air almost tore his eardrums. The scorched earth that was blown away several meters high even crackled the old Japanese helmet.

In the crisis, the semi-disabled Yoshi Nishizawa did not care about the rank and the inferiority.

He grabbed the hatch of the Type 97 command vehicle with one hand and stabilized the center of gravity, pointed at the chaotic support force with the other hand, and put it on his own, reminded loudly in his ear:

"Lt. General Okada, please command the large army quickly!"

"The enemy's agitated shooting is about to end. If the troops are still crowded in place, we will definitely be beaten by the Eighth Route Army as a living target!"

"Quick! Hurry up."

Before he finished speaking, another whistle came from afar, and the two Japanese obviously felt something flying rapidly passing by their heads.

The two of them turned around at the same time and saw a fireball suddenly blooming dozens of meters behind. The shell with a specific caliber was not clear, and at least one of the infantry teams had just wiped out.

As a college commander who graduated from Lu Shi and Lu University, Okada immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

The enemy's agitated shooting is about to end, and if our side does not launch the motor, it will definitely become a turtle in the jar. By then, even the armored division of De San would have to be depressed on the spot.

At this point, the old Japanese gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and took out two hundred-type submachine guns from the command tower.

He first handed one of them to the artillery colonel, regardless of whether his subordinates could complete one-handed precise shooting, and then pulled the trigger at the deserter without saying a word.

"Dadadada"

That's right, Okada is now playing the Supervisor team.

The Second Tank Division was established for more than three months, and nearly one month was the time to be wasted on the transport train.

These Japanese teams are fine if they fight with the wind or balance the situation, but once the battlefield situation becomes a big disadvantage, the problem of insufficient per capita training time will undoubtedly be exposed.

After more than ten days of training, some people with poor learning ability have to work hard to take the second subject, so how can they drive a tank to fight?

Because of this, some of the trains that were bombarded and blocked in the middle of the road abandoned the car because of their inner fear. This is why the old Japanese pointed their guns at their own people.

"Baga, what's the mess? I'm not dead yet!"

"From now on, anyone who sees retreating in the face of force will kill the front team! All teams must obey my command. Those who violate military orders will be killed without mercy!"

"Everyone has it. Bring the car left and knock it to death! The commanders of each car closed the hatch door and started moving quickly, don't block the road!"

A hundred-style submachine gun, another masterpiece by the Southern Master.

The performance of this thing can only be considered to be at the lower level among similar weapons of World War II. Fortunately, it is stronger than the turtle box, and it really kills many deserters after two shuttles.

With the sudden death of his colleagues and the strong intervention of the Lieutenant General Division Commander, the Japanese in the Second Division of the Tank finally calmed down.

Under unified dispatch, they finally drove their respective tanks out of the artillery strike zone.

Seeing this, Okada Tsai breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how powerful the enemy's artillery is, it is impossible to seek the enemy in real time.

In a short period of time, our support troops should be considered safe.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Just as the old Japanese secretly rejoiced and prepared to think about the tactics needed next, a series of explosions of opening cans rudely interrupted his thinking.

Whether it is the 97th Central War with strong protection performance or the 95 light chariot with weak armor, they are now like bedbugs that have been crushed to death.

For a time, acrobatic performances such as flying heads, ammunition racks exploded, overturned and killed members, took off on the spot, and simmering acquaintances from a fire were emerging one after another.

Some particularly strange ways of dying are extremely rare even in the World of Tanks or in the Thunder of War.

"What's going on! What's going on!"

"Is it a heavy anti-tank gun? Or did the enemy's trick of using bayonets on cannons?" "By the way, weren't you guys quite good at calling just now? Why are they all mute now? The division search team, have you not set off yet? ? ”

Silence, the silence like death in the communication channel.

Faced with the roar of his own division commander, no one in the entire support force responded.

This strange scene once made Okada suspicious of the car's radio. If it weren't for the artillery colonel outside who could help him receive the flag words, the old Japanese even wanted to risk his life to lift the hatchback to find out.

In fact, in this case, it’s not because the Japanese are not focused. Who made the World War II tank’s viewing level and vision limit?

Moreover, the 1997 Middle School War and the 1995 light war chariot were outdated equipment developed in the 1930s. It was strange that the captains and drivers who were huddled in the turret could see their opponents.

Just as the Japanese tank convoy was at a loss, several infantry soldiers rushed to the forefront in the fire of artillery.

But just a glance, these Japanese soldiers ran away. They danced and retreated quickly, as if they encountered a tiger-style Xie Mantou in their rage.

"Damn it!"

"It's a tank! The Eighth Route Army is equipped with KV2, T-34 and T-26!"

"I saw it, just at 12 o'clock in the direction of our eyes, and the distance was about 1,800 meters."

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Unlike ordinary infantry divisions, the Second Division of the War Tanks has a relatively broad vision. After all, their imaginary enemy is the armored troops of the Allied Powers, so how can they fight without knowing the tanks?

After hearing the exclaims of the coordinated infantry, Okada Shin in the Type 97 command vehicle felt that his deadline was approaching.

Thanks to the intelligence sharing of allies, he naturally knew what those three tanks mean.

It's okay for T-26 to say that he had fought more or less in the Battle of Nomenhan before. As long as you perform properly, your 1997 Middle School can play 550 games.

But KV2 and T-34 are another matter, with thicker armor and thicker main guns, which means that these new equipment is innately invincible.

The old Japanese even doubted whether the short 57-faced face on his own tank could penetrate the frontal armor of KV2.

On the battlefield, variables may occur every second delay. Adhering to the idea of ​​loyalty to the locust, Okada Shi finally ordered in the entire communication channel:

"Samurai! Get ready to attack!"

"The infantry used grenade launchers to fire smoke bombs! Cover the enemy's frontal view, and then follow their respective squadron leaders to catch the enemy!"

"As for each chariot squadron, I only have one requirement for you, that is, to rush forward desperately. The performance of the Eighth Route Army tanks is better than ours, and only melee combat can bring a glimmer of hope."

"Hi!"

After receiving the order, the Japanese infantry took the lead in action.

They are well-trained and very skilled in the tactics arranged by their division commanders. Often, a smoke bomb can cover two or three tanks and teammates around them.

And those 97 Middle School and 95 light chariots were running at full speed.

In an instant, the roar of the engine and the biting of the gears resounded throughout the plain.

From this driving method of stepping on the accelerator to the end, it is not difficult to see that the Japanese have made plans to fight to the death and are not ready to drive the car back at all.

Until now, Okada Shin-chan did not regret his backward military level, nor did he regret the insufficient training of his troops under his command. He only regretted the incompetence of the Third Flying Division.

The lieutenant general of the Japanese didn't understand why the friendly troops didn't even understand the position of the enemy's armored troops.

Hundreds of tanks, as well as heavy tanks and medium tanks weighing dozens of tons. Could it be that all the pilots in my country are disabled with vision problems, and they can’t even tell the difference between size and body shape?

But now that's it, it's too late to say anything.

Because the evil ghosts in the smoke have already revealed their fangs.

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The first armored division attacked the front line, and the third company of the first battalion commanded the vehicle.

"Look at the direction of the military flag flying, and heading forward with the fleet of chariots and aircraft. Our names are also flying above them, and the young soldiers are eager to make merits."

"Are you ready, brothers of soldiers, when that day really comes."

"Don't worry about the motherland, don't worry about your relatives, I will move forward bravely for the sake of victory."

In the conductor T-34, the young driver hummed a vigorous little song while stepping on the accelerator pedal.

That's right, the military song he sang at this time was "When That Day Comes". However, in this timeline, the lyrics of this song were changed to Yellow River and the composition was changed to Xian Xinghai.

I can only say that a director with thick eyebrows and big eyes is really shameless. In 1942, he was able to work part-time as a copywriter, and he must have been a very explosive existence among previous time travelers.

It turns out that songs that make people feel passionate are really popular, especially when the audience understands the background and story behind the song.

Perhaps in the future peace era, this song "When That Day Comes" will surpass "Prairie Cavalry Song" and "Erika" and become the most classic military song during World War II.

Well, "Showa Book Not Good Song". (End of this chapter)