Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

In this timeline, at this point in the second half of 1942, the main infantry divisions of major participating countries in the world were truly flourishing.

Countries with scarce resources, such as the two poor imperialists Japan and Italy, have the lowest per capita firepower density at the division level.

It can be seen from this that the Greater East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere and our sea are pure wishful thinking.

Large powers with vast territories and abundant resources, or those that have gained the upper hand in this world war, are all trying to increase the mobility and firepower of their troops as much as possible.

The 155mm howitzers were incorporated into the division level. The Achou and De San, which had the highest levels of motorization and mechanization, were the best under this strategy.

Different from the major belligerent countries mentioned above.

Although today's TG is still in the transition period of half-mule and half-motorization, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army's main infantry division is truly unique.

A division-level unit like this is composed of three infantry regiments, a division artillery regiment, a self-propelled rocket artillery battalion, an air defense battalion, and an anti-tank battalion as its main combat units.

They are elite troops at the army or even group army level that are scrambled for on any battlefield around the world.

And that’s not even counting the engineering battalion, supply battalion, medical battalion, and many support companies and other auxiliary forces.

Huang He has always felt that the organization of his own infantry division is both reasonable and in line with the special conditions of the Asian battlefield.

In the future, a tank battalion will be added, which will be a small Gundam with 12 infantrymen, 4 guns, 1 anti-tank, 1 anti-aircraft, 1 self-propelled rocket launcher, and 1 tank.

As long as weapons and equipment are updated as usual, this organization will not be outdated until 1945.

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Facts have proved that the Shandong Provincial Military Region is more than just a nice-looking organization.

After several rounds of reorganization, the performance of the seven main divisions in this battle can be described as perfect.

The combat effectiveness of our comrades is no less than that of the European infantry gun Gundams with full yellow and green bars of the same period.

Even the guard brigade with slightly inferior equipment and manpower was able to fight back and forth with the brigade-level troops of the Kwantung Army, and showed no signs of fatigue even after fighting for more than half a month.

Front line, 4th Division field command post.

Looking at the clusters of killing flowers composed of smoke and fireworks blooming one after another in the enemy's rear, Commander Yang's mouth almost stretched to his ears.

"Cannon is truly the god of war!"

"There are four battalions, and there are 48 155mm cannons alone. Add in the messy 155mm howitzers and 105mm cannons, these big guns are definitely enough to give the Japanese a hard time."

"Things have changed. We still have tens of thousands of tons of artillery shells in reserve. It's time for the enemy to have a taste of what it's like to be bombed."

The arrogance of their own division commander boosted the atmosphere of the entire headquarters. The comrades swept away the gloom of the past few days, and the corners of their mouths rose at the same time, which was even harder to suppress than a Mauser pistol.

At this point in the battle, the situation on the battlefield has become basically clear.

The pocket formation arranged by the military district has been completed. The next task is to divide and encircle and fight a beautiful annihilation battle at the lowest cost.

As soon as he said this, Commander Yang immediately trotted over to the enemy situation map. His eyes were like sharp arrows, and his whole body exuded an unstoppable aura.

"Okay, okay! Pass my order, all the artillery of the division open fire immediately."

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

"Notify the Third Regiment and ask them to clear an attack path for the First Armored Division. I only have one request, and that is that they must cooperate with the brother units in the battle!"

"yes!"

As orders were issued one after another, the artillery regiment of the 4th Division removed all its camouflage. Four battalions, a total of 41 105mm and 155mm howitzers, burst into flames.

At the front line, each regiment, battalion, and company took out their most valuable treasures.

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

In an instant, dense explosions rose up on the Jiaolai Plain, and even the ground seemed to sink a little. The entire battlefield instantly turned into a scorching purgatory.

"continue!"

"The men stop firing but the guns don't! Let's bombard for an hour before we attack!"

Calibrate, reload, and shoot.

Calibrate again and continue shooting.

Rounds of artillery shells streaked across the sky, as if Jinan, Smolensk and Colbert formed a team, and a rainbow bridge began to appear.

Practice makes perfect. With the help of artillery calibration machines and observation posts, the comrades became more and more accurate in their shots, and their firing rate became faster and faster.

The Fourth Division, firing at full power, heated up the already boiling battlefield again. The Japanese were like skewers of meat fried in a frying pan, sticking to the pan and charred.

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

I believe that many people will never be able to get the most truthful answers to the above questions in their entire lives.

After all, this kind of heaven-defying experience is extremely rare. Theoretically, it is more rare than being bombed by an atomic bomb twice. Those who are not the chosen ones or the ones with good fortune don't even have the chance to answer.

But it is obvious that Yoji Nishizawa of the 2nd Tank Division is very lucky.

As the commander of the division's artillery regiment, the old devil was always surrounded by a group of loyal subordinates.

At the first moment of the artillery attack, they did not hesitate to sacrifice their own lives to buy a glimmer of hope of survival for their colonel.

“Pah.”

Although the weather in early autumn was still warm, the artillery colonel who had just woken up felt extremely cold.

The strong desire to survive made Nishizawa Yoji's body burst out with amazing strength, so that he could push away the sea of ​​corpses and blood covering his body.

After a moment, the old devil sat up straight with his hands.

His relatively intact left hand suddenly touched a sticky unidentified object, which looked like a black mud ball wrapped in gunpowder.

Soon, Nishizawa Yoji realized that it was a piece of burnt raw meat, but he didn't know which part of the body it belonged to, let alone which subordinate it belonged to.

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

"vomit!"

I don’t know if it was the aftereffects of the shell shock or the hellish position that stimulated Yoji Nishizawa.

The old Japanese soldier began to vomit uncontrollably, with organ fragments, blood and acid all over the floor. His already dirty and smelly military uniform was completely turned into a paste.

He desperately stuck his right hand and half of his left hand into the mud, trying to wipe off the flesh stuck to his hands.

But the warm and fluffy earth did not satisfy Yoji Nishizawa. The fertilizer was directly cooked into beggar's chicken after heating.

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

After a while, the artillery colonel slowly stood up from the pile of corpses. However, the dizziness and extremely sharp tinnitus in his head almost dragged him back to hell again.

Accompanied by a piercing pain, almost black blood suddenly gushed out from all his orifices.

It seemed like a last burst of energy, and the old devil miraculously recovered his hearing.

"rustle."

In a trance, Yoji Nishizawa vaguely heard bursts of rapid roars coming from the pile of corpses.

As if he had thought of something, he started digging the hole like crazy, and finally dug out a communicator at the cost of his right hand being completely scrapped.

"Artillery! Artillery position! We are the Second Mechanized Regiment here! In the 217 direction, there are three super-heavy tanks of unknown model, eight heavy tanks, and eighty-eight T-26s!"

"Behind the enemy lines, there are countless armored vehicles and armored personnel carriers of unknown models, 300 meters away from the tanks' offensive front!"

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

After these words were spoken, Yoji Nishizawa dragged his broken body and looked around tremblingly.

The Japanese wanted to find a commanding height, but the artillery bombardment just now caused the ground to sink by one or two meters.

The original artillery observation post was reduced to ashes, and the position was full of bullet holes. It was now impossible to observe the situation on the front line.

At this moment, Yoji Nishizawa suddenly heard the roar of an engine behind him.

He saw more than a dozen Type 95 light tanks and four Type 97 medium tanks rushing past him at full speed towards the battle zone. Behind them, more soldiers were either running on foot or following closely in vehicles.

"Colonel Nishizawa, can you still fight?"

"Both the Army Aviation and the Navy have been deceived. The main armored force of the Eighth Route Army is not in the southeast at all. The enemy has deployed at least one tank division on the front battlefield now."

"Hurry up and get on my command tank. I'm giving you this stinging mine. You must fight to the death!"

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

In his impression, the other party was always a sophisticated middle-aged man who wore a brand new white shirt every day and the medal on his chest was kept spotless.

But now, Lieutenant General Okada has long lost his former elegance and grace, and his hysterical appearance makes him seem like a different person.

Considering the tense situation on the front line, Yoji Nishizawa grabbed the handle of the thunderbolt after a moment's hesitation, and then used all his strength to climb onto the tank with one hand.

"Lieutenant General, do we have any support? Okamura-sama."

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

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

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