My client Li Yunlong

The third week of August.

Position south of Ze County.

"What rubbish..."

Cheng Shifa from the 772nd Regiment wanted to curse.

He was also a man who had lived a hard life. He would be happy for a long time when he picked up a Hanyang rifle with the rifling worn out. He should not be so despised as to love the rich now that he is rich.

but····

Looking at the KV2 tank in front of him, Cheng Shifa really wanted to curse.

They also captured Japanese tanks.

The Japanese tanks are not that difficult to serve.
This thing requires ten hours of logistical maintenance for every hour it is in motion, or even more than that. It is called a tank, but in fact its mobility is not even as good as that of a truck.

It's not a Taihang heavy truck, but an ordinary military truck.

Otherwise it will fall over in minutes.

They actually lost a tank during training because it was prone to tipping over.

It's a loss.

As for the reason, although there are sufficient spare parts, maintenance is too troublesome, and the army is now seriously short of maintenance personnel. Finally, the rear maintenance personnel had no choice but to remove the turret and use it as a fixed fortress.

but··
The swear words have yet to be uttered, or rather, when they come out of the mouth, they become good things.

"Good stuff!"

"It's really good stuff."

The greasy deputy head also nodded repeatedly.

Although these tanks are difficult to service, even more difficult than his mother's pretentious wife, he has been working non-stop since the night before yesterday until now, and finally ensured that these four things can go to the battlefield today. He was so tired that he could not even lift a finger.

But as long as you see her main gun, that 152-caliber main gun, it feels damn worth it.

"It is said..."

Cheng Shifa lowered his voice:

"According to Yangquan's intelligence, a team of Japanese officers will come tomorrow."

"A group of Japanese officers."

The deputy captain, who was so tired that he could not even lift a finger and was preparing to rest for two days, suddenly widened his eyes and released a bloodthirsty light.

"Save a spot for me."

He licked his lips and suddenly felt less tired.

Take a day off and send the tanks to the battlefield tomorrow, no problem.

Although he mainly focused on logistics and maintenance work and was the best maintenance technician in the entire regiment, as the deputy regiment commander, his tank driving skills were also very good.

"Three major generals, five colonels, twenty-seven captains, and more than seventy squadron leaders."

Cheng Shifa spoke in a gloomy tone.

"hiss···"

The deputy head of the group opened his eyes as wide as copper bells.

"How many?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Three major generals, five colonels, twenty-seven captains, and more than seventy squadron leaders."

Cheng Shifa repeated.

"hiss··"

The deputy head took a breath.

"Haha, what a big catch!"

He grinned, smiling very happily:
"I'm going to bed."

He needs to conserve his energy, get a good night's sleep, and catch a big fish tomorrow.

···
at the same time.

South of Ze County.

Yamazaki Battalion position.

"Captain, the advance officers are here."

A Japanese guard reported to the old Japanese guard Yamazaki.

"idiot."

"waste!"

Yamazaki was not happy at all and started cursing immediately.

What he wanted was large-caliber anti-tank artillery, large artillery that could penetrate Tiger tanks, or heavy anti-tank mines, not a group of useless officers.

What's the point of these rubbish who have to sacrifice the lives of one hundred and fifty imperial soldiers, or even more, to exchange for an enemy tank?

Deliver the fruits of victory to the enemy?

Use the brains of these idiots to lubricate the tracks of the enemy's tanks?

"Hi."

The Japanese guard who reported the incident simply nodded his head and responded.

"Let them come to the front line and take a look."

Yamazaki waved his hand with a disdainful tone.

He knew that this group of officers came to check the situation at his front-line position to ensure the safety of the corps of officers that would arrive tomorrow.

"Hi."

The subordinates should lower their heads.

···
The next day.

A group of Japanese officers led by Hattori Naoomi, totaling more than 150 people, entered the position of the Yamazaki Battalion in a mighty procession, riding on a fleet of trucks and under the cover of several old tanks of the Locust Army.

"Is this Yamazaki's position?"

"It's not that good either!"

A bunch of losers were muttering and pointing.

He didn't give Yamazaki any face at all.

Also normal.

A small number of officers here have ranks and power as high as Yamazaki's. As for the rest, even if their positions are not as good as Yamazaki's, they are all officers with backgrounds and are not timid.

As for Yamazaki's fame, in their opinion, it was purely luck.

Yamazaki did not tolerate this group of people. There was no security personnel to receive them. He directly asked the communicator to tell them to hide in the observation bunker and not to come out.

have to say.

Yamazaki, whose personality has changed drastically, is good at leading the troops. The new recruits he leads are very obedient to his orders and completely ignore their superiors.

Of course, there was also the impact of the brutal battles on the front lines. You might die tomorrow. In the Yamazaki Battalion, those who could survive for a week were veterans, and those who survived for two weeks were elite veterans.

As for three weeks, that's definitely a super veteran.

As for those who survived for more than four weeks, only the captain survived that long.

Who is afraid of these senior officers?
I'm going to die anyway.

I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well do whatever I want.

"idiot!"

When had Hattori Naoomi ever suffered such humiliation? He was a major general, a brigade commander, and was about to be promoted to lieutenant general and division commander. Who could care where he went?

He immediately started cursing and slapped the Japanese soldier who was reporting.

"Hi!"

The Japanese soldier was slapped, but he still lowered his head and said hi loudly.

"Take us to the front."

"Those of us here are the elite of the empire, the most loyal warriors of the empire. How could we be afraid of death?"

The direct minister's tone was unquestionable, and he even walked out of the anti-artillery shelter directly.

Just when the Japanese soldiers were thinking whether to take it with them,
Sudden.

boom!
Violent explosions occurred around the position.

"Enemy attack."

"hidden."

In the Yamazaki Battalion, in just four months, the casualty rate was over 600% and the suicide rate was over 300%. If the battalion wanted to survive, it had to act very quickly.

Any disturbance must be responded to in the most timely and accurate manner.

"Quick, get into the bomb shelter."

The one who led the Japanese soldiers was a super veteran who had lived in the Yamazaki Battalion for three weeks. He immediately took a group of officers to hide in the anti-artillery cave. Because the situation was urgent, he even kicked Hattori Naoomi who was at the front and closed the door of the anti-artillery cave in time.

Fortunately, at this time, Hattori Naoomi and others had not yet walked out of the large anti-artillery cave.

"idiot."

The clothing minister got up and prepared to hit someone.

but!
Boom boom boom!
A violent explosion rose up in the middle of the position, and the violent vibration made the dirt and debris in the anti-gun cave rustle, covering more than a hundred Japanese officers with a layer of dirt and debris.

"Nani?!"

Suddenly, the Japanese officers were stunned. Wasn't it said that although the Eighth Route Army had many tanks, they lacked artillery?

Didn't they say they lacked barreled artillery?
how?

"General."

A veteran of the Yamazaki Battalion, who had been in the army for five months and served for three months, explained:
"Before the enemy attacks, they will launch intensive artillery bombardment."

The Japs suddenly remembered that, yes, the enemy did not have tube artillery, and they rarely used long-range mortars such as 120 before the tank attack, because the mortars were not effective in damaging the positions.

But the Eighth Route Army tanks also had artillery.

And there are a lot of them.

The shells above their heads at this time were from the enemy tanks' artillery.

"Is it so violent?"

A large number of those who came this time were front-line battalion commanders, squadron commanders, and platoon leaders. They were all imperial elites who fought on the front line against the Eighth Route Army tank troops.

Also know the enemy's attack method.

only···
At this time, the density of artillery fire faced by the Yamazaki Battalion's position was completely different from what they encountered on their own position.

"The enemy's attack is fierce. If you want to survive, you must hide in the bunker during the first wave."

The Japanese recruit was also shocked by the density of today's artillery fire, but he was still angry. Seeing a group of senior officers staring with wide eyes and shocked expressions, he said with a little pride.

look,

You are all trash.

Our Yamazaki Battalion, with artillery fire several times greater than yours, can destroy an enemy tank at the cost of sixty to eighty people being killed, although it is difficult to destroy the tank crew.

But it is much better than you, where more than 150 people have to die to destroy an enemy tank.

It turns out that you are all trash.

"idiot."

The abdominal minister looked at the artillery outside and swallowed.

As a major general, he was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die.

And if the soldier had not kicked him back, he would have been killed by the enemy's artillery fire.

But a mere corporal actually dared to kick him.

"The tanks are coming."

Before the direct minister of the abdomen could figure out how to get back at the enemy, the three-week veteran of the Yamazaki Battalion lay at the observation port and looked outside.

The other Japanese officers also looked over.

Suddenly.

All the Japanese officers had cold sweat on their backs.

What did they see?
Ten Tiger tanks,

Five new tanks of unknown model.

as well as,

There are also four tanks of unknown models, which are even much larger than the tanks in Shanghai. The most notable feature of this tank is the huge turret.

as well as,

Huge gun barrel.

Even though they were more than a kilometer away, everyone could still feel the strength of the new tank's gun.

It is 105.

Or 120 caliber?

They all speculated.

"Too much."

"It's unstoppable."

The old soldier of the Yamazaki Battalion's face changed, but thinking of the group of Japanese officers behind him, he still suppressed the fear in his heart and said calmly:

"Enemy tanks are numerous every time."

The Japanese officers looked at each other.

Is the Yamazaki Brigade so strong?
Despite facing so many tanks, they were able to destroy a tank at the cost of more than 60 people.

How did you do it?
In the eyes of the crowd, as the tanks approached, the Locust Army's suicide squads rushed out from their hidden bunkers, holding grenades and rushing towards the enemy tanks.

It's not just a simple charge.

They also used various tactics such as alternating cover, mutual support, and feinting to the east and attacking in the west.

"Great!"

Hattori Naoomi's eyes were solemn.

He had been on the front lines of other battalions.

Investigated the battles at the front in detail.

Although the enemy did not deploy so many tanks in other battalions, he had witnessed countless times when the Imperial Locust Army's suicide squad launched a charge towards the enemy tanks.

The most troublesome thing for the Locust Army's barbed-mine tactics is not the power of the barbed-mine, which is even enough to destroy a Tiger tank from the flank, but the suicide squads holding the barbed-mine.

It is difficult to cooperate and form tactics.

They often rush towards enemy tanks with full of passion or madness.

Hattori Naoomi knew the reason.

The courage required to face the enemy's machine gun blockade and rush towards the huge tank is something that even the elite warriors of the Type A division rarely remain calm.

Especially after the first batch of elite Thunder Thorn Warriors died in battle, the situation became even more serious.

Nowadays, most soldiers who charge with grenades are either stimulated by drugs or in a state of madness.

It was basically impossible to stay calm.

Naturally, there is no so-called tactical coordination.

But the Yamazaki Battalion...

Almost all of the soldiers in the Yamazaki Battalion who charged were rational and even had reasonable tactical coordination.

How incredible this is.

"sharp."

The abdomen directly vomited a severe.

It is no wonder that Yamazaki was able to train so many brave, fearless and calmly charged soldiers that he was able to destroy an enemy tank with just over 60 people.

"Let Yamazaki be in charge of the training of new recruits in the rear."

An idea came to Hattori Naoomi's mind.

And at this time.

Hattori Naoomi saw this and the captain Yamazaki, whom he had his eyes on, also took up the thunderbolt.

···
Yamazaki didn't know what Abdominal Naoomi was thinking.

I wouldn't care even if I knew.

At this moment, he stared blankly at the huge tank force in front of him, his heart chilled.

In the past, there were only five or six tanks attacking the Yamazaki Battalion at most, but today, there were nearly twenty.

Nearly twenty cars.

There were too many of them and the battlefield environment was too complicated, so Yamazaki couldn't count them all at once.

but.

"idiot!"

Facing dozens of tanks, Yamazaki picked up a grenade, screamed, and rushed towards the tanks in the distance.

Mid to late August.

Yamazaki.

This man, who was later praised by the world as America's artificial tank can opener, the god of war on Iwo Jima, the master of perfect attendance tactics in the Pacific battlefield, the epic achievement of killing 100 people with a physical tank, and who was praised as an ominous sign together with the Yukikaze, began his first charge.

First tank charge.

"Onboard."

Yamazaki's tone was unwavering.

As a frontline commander, he knew that the Empire had no chance of winning this battle.

Even if they destroyed ten or even dozens of enemy tanks every day, so what?
Every time an enemy tank was destroyed, the tank crew and even the tank infantry rarely suffered casualties.

Will the enemy be short of tanks?

Even the most basic recruits know that there are a lot of Tuba tanks, a lot of them.

The Imperial Locust Army often had to destroy twenty or thirty tanks before it could annihilate an Eighth Route Army tank crew. In other words, even at the lowest exchange ratio, sixty Locust Army soldiers would have to die in exchange for one tank.

It also takes more than a thousand Locust lives to cause the death of one enemy tank crew.

Can the Empire win?

Better to die.

Thinking of this, Yamazaki rushed towards a Tiger tank with his board loaded.

After getting five meters away from the tank, he threw a grenade, then rolled over and fell into a bomb crater nearby, fainting.

boom!
The mine hit the track drive wheel, causing no casualties but damaging the track. The tank stopped. (End of this chapter)