Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

"A new tank is coming. Can anyone guess what it is?"

In this world, there are always people who are not naturally good at some things.

such as:

Some people are not good at running.

Mingming is a professional soldier and the major general commander of a regular army infantry division.

As a result, someone has difficulty running five kilometers, and even has to rely on taking medicine, drinking alcohol and smoking to adjust his physical condition in time.

A few people are not good at learning, and memorizing article cases always results in half the effort and twice the results.

If it weren't for the kind encouragement from my senior superior, I would probably have been saying "study shit" every day.

A very few people are not good at riding military equipment.

Even if one is the top leader in the field, and the fighter planes or warships under his command are so attractive that the traditional powers drool, but if he goes into battle himself, he will still vomit and eventually have no choice but to coexist with the disease.

When it comes to Neiji Okamura, he is not good at handling interpersonal relationships.

The old devils were obviously quite smart in military affairs. They were very adept at invading other countries and causing destruction. They were considered good generals in the entire Axis camp, but their relationship with their superiors was not very good.

If he had said a few nice words, he would not have been transferred to North China by his own base to clean up Tada Shun's mess, and he would not have encountered telecommunications fraud in Operation No. 1.

After seeing the four characters "Congratulations on your prosperity" on the telegram, Neiji Okamura was immediately confused. He was just like Louis XVI, who was confused when he raised his hand.

"what!?"

"What kind of thing is this? Is Hata Shunroku a human being? The battle on the front line is fierce, and there is a lack of anti-aircraft and anti-tank equipment. He actually dared to lay his hands on the spoils of war. He is simply not a human being!"

"I will report this to the headquarters! I will expose this man's evil ambitions! The important task of the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary army should not fall on the shoulders of such a sweet-mouthed but treacherous person."

After a series of sword-fighting exercises, Okamura Neiji finally calmed down.

Although the old devil yelled loudly, he knew very well that the telecommunications fraud at the expeditionary army headquarters was definitely instructed by the base camp, and it would be useless even if he complained.

There is no other reason, it’s just that the pressure on the Pacific battlefield is also great.

Compared with the North China Front Army and the Kwantung Army, those island landing and garrisoning troops who have no one to love them need more suitable equipment.

The magic weapon, which was very popular in the Republic of China and is more suitable for squatting and ambushing people, is indeed the best choice under the current circumstances.

Adhering to the principle of putting the overall situation first, Okamura Neiji finally chose to obey his superiors' arrangements. However, the old devil still kept a watchful eye, and he immediately ordered the signalman:

"Immediately send a telegram back to the Expeditionary Force Headquarters and tell them that the North China Front Army is determined to carry out the order."

"However, we have not yet regained control of the important railways, and the Army Aviation Corps is not capable of escorting the captured materials all the way, so the spoils can only be sent to Nanjing later."

"By the way, please rest assured about the ammunition issue, Commander Hata. I will keep enough and will not hinder the testing and imitation work of my brother country."

After explaining the content of the call, the old Japanese waved his hand impatiently and drove the signalman away like a fly, aiming to keep his distance from the enemy.

When silence returned to the headquarters, he picked up the documents submitted by the 1st Tank Division again and began to analyze whether his temporary subordinates had watered down the battle report.

Just as Okamura Neiji was getting more and more headache and was about to move to the military sand table to perform simulations with his staff.

A group of soldiers on sidecar motorcycles, accompanied by a pale-faced middle-aged man, suddenly broke into the courtyard where the combat meeting room was located.

"General Okamura, a great victory on the front line. The first line of defense of the Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province was completely broken, and the enemy fled in panic, leaving thousands of corpses behind."

"After our 1st Tank Division defeated the Eighth Route Army's defenders head-on, we relied on the division's mobile infantry and armored forces to pursue them for more than ten kilometers."

"If it weren't for the timely response from the enemy air force and follow-up troops, I'm sure our troops would have successfully completed the encirclement."

As soon as these words came out, Okamura Neiji immediately became alert. He grabbed the latest version of the battle report and began to read it carefully, nodding and praising from time to time, obviously very satisfied with the successful start of the battle.

However, considering that his own troops have a long tradition of lying about their military achievements, the old devil still said cautiously:

"According to the organization of the Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province, two brigades plus one division should have nearly 20,000 troops. Thousands were wiped out at once, which is already a serious loss."

"I guess these three troops will return to the rear to rest for a while. They are basically not qualified to participate in subsequent battles."

"By the way, didn't you say there were thousands of bodies left? What about the enemy's bodies? How did your division commander deal with them?"

As if he had expected the commander to dig deep into the matter, the communications officer of the 1st Tank Division first breathed a sigh of relief, and then took out dozens of battlefield photos from various angles from the briefcase under his armpit.

This person's expression looked very natural, and even a cunning old devil like Okamura Neiji did not notice anything unusual.

"General, although it is October in Lu Province, the temperature has not dropped yet. The highest temperature is 32.5 degrees. If thousands of corpses are not properly arranged, there may be a plague."

"Considering that the main force still needed to advance, our division commander simply gathered the enemy's corpses and burned them all."

"Of course, such a great victory must be publicized. We took plenty of photos and even kept the bodies of several high-ranking enemy commanders as backup, so that the reporters have plenty of material."

During the explanation, the communications officer of the 1st Tank Division was very confident and eloquent. With the photos as evidence, all the Japanese in the headquarters were convinced.

The same was true for General Okamura. He just cursed Hoshino Toshimoto in his heart for acting on his own initiative, and then accepted the fact that the corpses were burned to prevent the plague.

There is no other way. The enemy’s vanguard suffered heavy losses, and we can’t stop the warriors from whipping their corpses.

He knew exactly what kind of people those elite soldiers were. What would he do if he didn't vent his anger on them?

Besides, even if the current battle report is exaggerated, it is only a small amount.

After all, the captured equipment cannot be faked. Even if the nouveau riche of the Eighth Route Army are wealthy, they cannot change their miserly habits. They will only abandon their weapons and armor when they flee.

Thinking of this, Okamura Neiji simply put the materials on the table, without paying any attention to the detail that the Eighth Route Army soldiers in the photos were generally short in height.

"Well, my country has a brave general like Mr. Xingye, who can definitely restore the occupied area to the way it was three years ago."

"As for Major General Tian Mei's funeral, the North China Front Army will be fully responsible. I will report to the Expeditionary Army Headquarters in a moment and strive to posthumously confer the first rank on this hero." "Mr. Tamada is from Niigata Prefecture, right? I will arrange for his family to go to Hiroshima to enjoy their lives. We cannot let the family of the hero feel disheartened."

"Hey! General Okamura is really considerate of his subordinates. With your help, I believe that Major General Tamada's soul will surely return to the arms of Amaterasu!"

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After confirming the outcome of the first battle, Okamura Neiji's mood became good again, and even the haze of being defrauded by telecommunications was diluted a little.

It is certainly infuriating when the seized goods are intercepted.

If you can successfully complete the base's number one operation, you will definitely have a chance to be promoted to the rank of Field Marshal of the Brother's Army.

No one in either the Army or Navy had been so honored since the full-scale invasion of 1937.

No matter how capable Terauchi Hisaichi and Yamamoto Isoroku are in fighting, they are now only generals.

When the old Japanese thought that he might overtake others and be the first to win the title of marshal, he was so excited that his whole body was shaking.

After a brain orgasm, Neiji Okamura suddenly caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man following the communications staff officer.

This person was bloated and looked like a civilian who had never participated in military training. Seeing this, he asked directly:

"A Republic of China man? Why did he come with you to the battle headquarters? Could it be that he has some important intelligence?"

Although he did not recognize the Japanese military rank and did not know who the Japanese in front of him was, when Okamura Ningji's hawk-like eyes swept over him, the traitor knelt on the ground without saying a word.

At the same time, the communications staff of the 1st Tank Division spoke up in time to help out and also put forward the offensive plan of his own Lieutenant General division commander.

"General, this is a submissive citizen we met during the pursuit. He witnessed the entire retreat of the Eighth Route Army and provided a lot of useful information to our division."

"Combining the intelligence, Vice Admiral Hoshino has drawn up a new advancement plan. Please review it."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Okamura Neiji did not take the document immediately, but stared at the traitor with interest.

After seeing the other person's body trembling uncontrollably, the old Japanese soldier pretended to be amiable and stepped forward to help him up.

"Sir, please describe again what you saw and heard today. I hope you will think it over before you speak. After all, the consequences of deceiving our country are too much for an ordinary person like you to bear."

"Of course, if the intelligence you provide is of extremely high value, I can make the final decision and reward you with a military position."

The sudden appearance of Chinese frightened the traitor so much that he staggered.

He had already become a frightened bird because of the defeat of the Eighth Route Army, and now he was threatened and bribed by an unknown big shot, so he just told everything.

"Taijun, I saw a group of deserters passing by our village this afternoon. According to their statement, they are the main force of the Fifth Division of the Qilu Military Region of the Eighth Route Army."

"The soldiers were carrying hundreds of wounded soldiers, and every stretcher was covered in blood. I could hear their screams from two miles away."

"By the way, the Eighth Route Army also wanted to buy food from our village. But the villagers were all good people and ignored them at all."

Combining the oral accounts of traitors, photos provided by the 1st Tank Division, and the advanced equipment seized in this battle, Okamura Yasuji has completely ruled out the possibility that the Eighth Route Army's rout was a means to lure the enemy deeper into the country.

After thinking it over again and again, he took the document handed over by the communications staff and prepared to see what new tricks Hoshino Toshimoto had come up with.

But after just one look, the old Japanese took a breath, obviously shocked that his temporary subordinate could be so generous and determined.

"It seems that the strength of the Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province far exceeds our expectations."

"With powerful artillery and tenacious infantry, these enemies would be a strong army even in the European battlefield. No wonder Mr. Hoshino chose to take an unconventional approach."

"Okay, since this is a decision jointly agreed upon by the two division commanders, then I naturally cannot refuse. However, the two lieutenant generals have to wait for two days. After all, it takes some time to mobilize two infantry divisions."

In the new attack plan of Hoshino Toshimoto and Okada Toshi, the two of them planned to first use the infantry division to test the firepower points of the Eighth Route Army defenders, and then use the tank troops to complete the breakthrough in one fell swoop.

This kind of human reactive armor will indeed cause considerable casualties to one's own side. However, plain warfare has a future as long as enough tanks can be retained.

Of course, we have to consider that the enemy will certainly use their air and artillery advantages to retreat steadily and use the deep defense system to consume their own manpower.

Therefore, the two old Japanese decided to let the 1st Tank Division and the Infantry launch a feint attack on the front, while the 2nd Tank Division would make full use of its mobility advantage and take the opportunity to make a detour to cut off the enemy's retreat.

In this way, the Kwantung Army could annihilate one division and two brigades of the Eighth Route Army at the cost of one brigade's casualties.

This tactic is a huge profit.

After making up his mind, Neiji Okamura immediately called in the signalman and issued a new order.

"Notify the 3rd Flying Division and have all reconnaissance planes take off. For the next battle, we must first find out the location of the Eighth Route Army's armored forces."

"Otherwise, the pincer attack from both sides will turn into an attack from both sides."

"If there is a chance, we must also find out the enemy's tank model. It has been more than a year since the Republic of China first deployed tanks for combat. I don't believe they haven't upgraded their tanks."

"Everyone, take action now!"

"Hi!"

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Following Okamura Yasuji's orders, the entire battle command center began to run in an orderly and high-speed manner like a fully wound top.

After a while, the old devil suddenly remembered that the communications staff of the 1st Tank Division had not left yet, so he simply squeezed out the time to explain to him:

"Now that you are here, don't go back empty-handed. I will have the logistics department send a batch of awakening potions to your division. Then you can go with the convoy."

"I heard from our allies that this thing has a miraculous effect on armored units. It can greatly improve the combat effectiveness and sustained combat capability of a single crew. That's why Guderian can drive in like a wild dog."

Having said this, the old Japanese paused, and then turned his gaze to the trembling traitor.

"Oh, right, assign this man to the Imperial Army and give him the rank of platoon leader. I always keep my word. Since I said I would let him fill in the position, why not do it today? Let's do it right away." (End of this chapter)