Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Facts have proved that the Japanese army guarding Xinxiang Airport really has two tricks to stand out from the many brigades of a B division.

Especially the highest-ranking Major at the scene, Major Kenichi Nakamura. This old devil rushed out of his lounge as soon as he heard the unusual whistling sound.

Life and death can be determined in an instant. If he had been slower for a few seconds, the 105mm howitzer would have covered his area.

Looking at the barracks and command tower that were in a mess and full of wounded, Kenichi Nakamura's heart was suddenly filled with overwhelming anger, and his impulse for revenge almost made him lose the ability to think.

However, as the supreme commander at the scene, the old devil knew that he must not be disturbed by negative emotions now.

 After forcing himself to calm down, he pulled out a captain and squadron leader from the surviving crowd, and directly helped him regain his sanity with a few Dabitou.

 “Baga! Take your soldiers and move quickly!”

“Let’s find out the identity of the sneak attacker and find the specific location of the enemy’s artillery position! If we don’t know where the artillery shells came from, we are just waiting to die!”

Due to the strong intervention of the backbone, grassroots soldiers got out of the chaotic state one after another and began to perform their duties and implement self-rescue.

Although more than a year of comfortable life has caused the combat status of this group of Japanese soldiers to decline significantly, their strength is less than 70% of their peak.

But being able to become the only defensive force at the airport and survive the attack by the Eighth Route Army's close ground support aircraft, their own foundation is naturally outstanding.

 After careful investigation at the sentry post, the Japanese finally locked the location of the artillery position of the 1st Marine Brigade.

“Your Majesty, Major! The enemy is directly south of us, about five kilometers away!”

“It’s the Eighth Route Army, it must be the Eighth Route Army! It’s impossible for the first theater of the Guo Preserved Army to have the courage to organize an attack. That Tang EB is just an empty frame who only knows how to show off his skills.”

 After receiving the information from the observer, Kenichi Nakamura did not directly lead the soldiers around him to charge towards the enemy's artillery position like some of his reckless colleagues.

 After a brief thought, he decided to avoid the bombardment first and wait for everyone to gather before taking action.

“The enemy who attacked us must be the paratroopers of the Eighth Route Army! Quickly gather all the soldiers who are still alive! Only by repelling the enemy can we save the plane and the runway!”

“Notify the special attack team! Let them bring the weapons sent by the Lieutenant General! Today is the day it will become famous!”

"Hi!"

From Kenichi Nakamura’s perspective, the Eighth Route Army’s strength in Henan Province is not considered strong. The only unit that can use heavy firepower and be elusive is the 1st Marine Brigade, which has been in the newspapers many times.

Facing such elites, we can only fight to the death with all our strength.

 As for sticking to the airport and waiting for reinforcements?

 Are you kidding? What is the difference between doing this and waiting to die?

Now that the enemy's main force has crossed into northern Henan from the Zhongtiao Mountain area, the 35th Division will most likely be in a dilemma of being unable to do anything at all. The existence of theoretical reinforcements is questionable.

What's more, with the little fortifications they have on hand, their shells will be broken sooner or later if they stay in the airport.

 Instead of waiting to die, it is better to rush forward and fight for your life.

 Two minutes later, all the Japanese were in position. Looking at only 70% of the soldiers left, Nakamura Kenichi took a deep breath and issued the last order in his life.

“The Navy Red Deer can fly with fierce fire, and our Japanese brother’s army is no coward! It belongs to the Army Aviation! You immediately activate the remaining Type 97 fighters to provide fire support for the infantry as much as possible!”

“Except for the 10th Squadron, which is the reserve team, the rest of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Squadrons will charge forward to engage the enemy in close combat!”

“Don’t be afraid of the enemy’s tanks. This time we have secret weapons that are specialized in dealing with armored units. We will definitely make those Eighth Route Army soldiers who have never seen the world lose their troops!”

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 Since the battle started, the artillery attack of the 1st Marine Brigade has lasted for a full five minutes.

 In fact, the Japanese should feel lucky that this small battle did not happen a year later.

 Otherwise, what's flying above them now is not just 105 or 120. Maybe it's really Ba Ye's version of M40, or GPF155 is firing.

After witnessing the target they were guarding suffering a devastating blow from enemy artillery, the Japs at Xinxiang Airport showed amazing execution ability.

 Kenichi Nakamura and the three squadron leaders stood at the forefront by example. Without saying a word, they drew the samurai swords at their waists and charged forward with their respective teams.

Hundreds of Japanese infantrymen holding Sanba Gaigai and holding bayonets, keeping a skirmish line behind them.

The formation of these people charging as a whole is really a bit like burning a boat.

 “What a black card! Onboard!”

Looking at the menacing enemy, Zhang Dabiao retracted his body back into the trench, then picked up the portable communicator in his hand and asked for instructions:

“Brigadier Commander, the little devils have taken the bait, and the number is about six hundred. I haven’t seen any heavy weapons yet, but the enemy is very likely to have hidden two or three mountain and field artillery.”

Hearing this, Li Yunlong from behind immediately raised the telescope in his hand.

Looking at the enemy who was charging in the distance and roaring from time to time, he responded in a relaxed tone:

“Let the comrades of the fire support company open fire and use 81mm mortars to force and entertain the enemy.”

“As for Sun Desheng, the entire combat mobile company can launch a charge at any time. At that time, they will cooperate with your paratroopers to break down the enemy’s formation in a wave.”

“When a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength. Be careful of the enemy’s backhand.”

 During the conversation between the two, the 2nd Squadron at the forefront had already entered the firing range of the 81-gun.

Xinxiang Airport is almost surrounded by open areas, which means that the Japanese infantry did not have any natural bunkers for them to use during the charge.

  In other words, facing the mortars that are ready to fire, the enemy has no way to avoid them.

　　Boom! boom! boom!

Amidst the crisp and intensive shelling, more than a dozen projectiles hit the Japanese infantry skirmishers with a courageous momentum.

 The well-made artillery shells exploded in the formation, abruptly interrupting the momentum of the Japanese's charge. The second squadron, which took the lead, suffered heavy losses in the first wave.

 A small number of lucky ones were killed on the spot and formed a team to see their Amaterasu without saying a word.

Those who were seriously injured naturally didn’t feel well either. They seriously lacked field first aid tools and military doctor’s books, so they could only hold their stumps and wail on the spot, waiting to die. At this moment of life and death and a dilemma, Kenichi Nakamura decisively ordered the artillerymen following behind:

“Artillery unit! Smoke bombs! Release smoke immediately to block the enemy’s vision, turning all the artillerymen of the Eighth Route Army blind!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the sounds of grenade launches rang out from behind the three infantry squadrons. After a while, a large amount of white smoke successfully completed the task of dividing the battlefield.

 Facts have proved that the smoking ban tactic is indeed effective.

 After the line of sight was blocked, the damage efficiency of the 1st Marine Brigade was not as good as before. The Japanese soldiers hurriedly seized the hard-won opportunity and continued to charge.

Seeing the distance between the enemy and ourselves getting closer and closer, Nakamura Kenichi could no longer hold back the ecstasy in his heart.

The Eighth Route Army's firepower is indeed very strong, but as long as they advance a certain distance, their own artillery can use mortars or even grenade launchers to fight back, thus breaking the situation where they can only be beaten but cannot fight back.

 “The time has come to pledge allegiance to His Majesty the Locust! Warriors! Onboard!”

When Kenichi Nakamura's wishful thinking came true, the sound of exploding mortar shells suddenly stopped. Suddenly, the battlefield fell into a different kind of silence.

Da da da.

Just as the Japanese were wondering, the dull sound of heavy machine gun fire suddenly resounded over the battlefield.

The red tracks of tracer bullets cut through the smoke, like life-threatening death rays, easily tearing the Japanese infantry at the front into pieces.

　　Boom! boom! boom!

Following the guidance of the heavy machine gun, small-caliber high-explosive grenades followed one after another.

 The evil ghost in the smoke has already exposed its fangs.

 In the steel storm weaved by tank guns and bullets, the Japanese were like leeks harvested in large batches by sickles, falling one row after another on the charging road.

“What a terrifying firepower, and there are even light tanks to help. The 1st Marine Brigade is truly worthy of its reputation!”

Although he had been mentally prepared before the war, the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides still made Kenichi Nakamura's brows jump wildly.

At this moment, he finally understood something. That is, the three infantry squadrons in hand alone are absolutely not qualified to challenge the Eighth Route Army paratroopers.

However, the almost one-sided situation in front of him did not make the Japanese major commander give up. On the contrary, it completely aroused his **** spirit.

“The first and second squadrons, rush up with me to engage the enemy in close combat! The third squadron, outflank the enemy from the side! We have an absolute advantage in numbers, and victory must belong to my brother’s country!”

“Agent squad, the infantry will cover you as you approach the enemy armored units.”

“The Eighth Route Army only has eight light tanks. Based on the experimental data of the secret weapon, it can definitely annihilate the enemy! The time has come to serve His Majesty the Locust, onboard!”

 A series of brainwashing and mobilizations immediately restored the fighting spirit of grassroots soldiers. Coupled with the lead of their own major, everyone launched a death charge with red eyes.

 It is worth mentioning that there are more than thirty very obscene figures in the queues of the two squadrons in the front.

These devils did not carry any conventional light weapons, but held a strange object that looked like a toilet pusher.

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 Ten minutes later, the three infantry squadrons sent the special agent team to the designated combat area at the huge cost of reducing their own strength by 70%.

Since there are no natural bunkers around Xinxiang Airport, these secret weapons can only lurk in the piles of corpses and wait for opportunities to move, silently waiting for their "prey" to take the bait.

Feeling the vibrations on the ground, team member Tetsuo Nagano said excitedly:

“Gentlemen, the enemy’s armored forces are coming soon! Although we only have one chance to attack, the thrusting mine blast will definitely blow up the opponent’s light tank!”

That's right, the secret weapon mentioned by the editors is the legendary stinging thunder that even dogs hate.

˜Due to the unique matching mechanism in the Asian battlefield, the Benzi Army basically encountered no decent tanks or armored units in the early stages of the war.

 In Southeast Asia, there are occasionally a few supermodel Matilda IIs.

 But even this kind of hard nut to crack is often easily dealt with by the Japanese because of the poor performance of the British armored troops.

 Various illusions made the base camp remain optimistic for a time. They even thought that the anti-tank methods on the front line did not need to be updated.

 As for the complaints of grassroots soldiers?

  Just ignore it. My country does not need cowards. A true warrior should overcome difficulties by himself.

It’s a pity that the good times must come to an end. As the Cicada tank showed its prowess in North China, the senior management of this company received more and more reports and applications.

 Under repeated urging from the front line, a romantic weapon that belongs exclusively to Showa men and is the favorite collection of every battlefield commando player, the Toilet Ladder Two-Type Stinging Thunder makes its debut!

This thing will give users a once-in-a-lifetime limited experience.

 Due to its special operating principle and usage method, the Thunderbolt has not received any negative reviews from users so far. It can be regarded as one of the cross-era products in the history of human weapons.

Since the toilet pusher requires a strong impact to detonate, Tetsuo Kuno and others were forced to launch an attack ten meters away.

Seeing the Cicada tanks of the 1st Land Combat Brigade getting closer and closer, the special agent teams that were still pretending to be dead took off their disguises one after another, held high the thorn mines, and launched a suicide attack.

 “It’s a black card, it’s onboard!”

 The sudden ambush did not catch the paratroopers off guard. The highly focused comrades pulled the trigger almost as soon as the enemy broke out.

At the same time, the self-defense machine guns on the Cicada tanks also fired simultaneously, cooperating with the infantry to further intercept the suicide attack.

Da da da!

Although the combat mobile company responded quickly, a Japanese soldier still rushed up.

At a position two meters away from the cicada, he used all his strength to poke out the thorn thunder, and shouted feverishly: "Your Majesty the Locust! My mission is completed!"

 Judging from theoretical data, the thorn mine can completely penetrate 150 mm of honest armor.

However, the above theory has a very important premise, that is, the operator must make it collide with the contact surface of the target at a completely horizontal angle.

This Japanese soldier stepped into a crater during the charge. Its strength and angle did not meet the standards for detonating a thorn mine at all, so it naturally failed to complete the miracle of suicide.

 After killing the enemy in front of him with one shot, a young soldier picked up the thorn mine on the ground and said with a puzzled face:

“Is the Twelfth Army of Henan Province so poor that it can’t take the blame? Why does this devil still go to the battlefield with a dung fork?” (End of this chapter)