Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

In China's modern military history, the God of War has repeatedly emphasized a classic tactic, which is to clamp the enemy's head, grab its tail, and cut off its waist, and put the enemy to death as soon as possible.

It is obvious that the commanders of the 1st Armored Division understood the essence of this concept.

In order to gain the first-mover advantage at the beginning of the battle, and also to kill as many manpower as possible of the Japanese Army's 2nd Tank Division and reduce subsequent casualties.

The comrades who were responsible for tearing open the Japanese positions immediately used the classic combo of cutting off the head and tail.

The sudden attack caused the already frightened characters to lose their composure.

For a moment, the armored troops heading from the rear to the front line for support were in chaos, and the entire convoy was forced to be stuck in the middle of the route and unable to move.

"Baga! What on earth is firing?"

"Could it be that those crazy people in the Eighth Route Army dragged the 155mm howitzers to the front line? Where is the division search team? What are you waiting for if you don't want to scout the battlefield?"

With the head and tail cut off, the next target would naturally be the various tanks and armored vehicles squeezed in the middle.

In the few seconds when Lieutenant General Okada was cursing, the sound of the shells breaking through the air almost tore his eardrums. The scorched earth that was blown several meters high even smashed the old Japanese's helmets with crackling sounds.

In the face of the crisis, the half-crippled Nishizawa Yoji didn't care about hierarchy.

He held onto the hatch of the Type 97 command vehicle with one hand to steady himself, pointed at the chaotic support troops with one hand, and whispered in his home general's ear:

"Lieutenant General Okada, please command the troops quickly!"

"The enemy's correction fire will soon be over. If the troops still stay where they are, we will be made into sitting ducks by the Eighth Route Army!"

"Hurry! Hurry up."

Before he finished his words, another whistling sound was heard from afar, and the two Japanese soldiers clearly felt that something flying fast was passing over their heads.

He first handed one of the rifles to the artillery colonel, without caring whether his subordinate could complete the accurate shooting with one hand, and then pulled the trigger at the deserter without saying a word.

"Da Da Da"

That’s right, Okada Sue is now guest starring in the supervisory team.

The 2nd Tank Division had only been established for more than three months, and nearly a month of that time was wasted on transport trains.

These Japanese tank crews are fine when the wind is favorable or the situation is evenly matched, but once the battlefield situation becomes extremely unfavorable, their problem of insufficient training time per capita will be exposed.

After more than ten days of training, some people with poor learning ability have difficulty passing the second subject test, let alone driving a tank in combat.

Because of this, some vehicle crews that encountered artillery fire and were stuck in the middle of the road would abandon their vehicles out of fear. This is why the Japanese pointed their guns at their own people.

"Baga, what are you talking about? I'm not dead yet!"

"From now on, anyone who retreats in battle will be killed by the rear team! All convoys must obey my command. Anyone who disobeys military orders will be killed without mercy!"

"Everyone, turn left and reverse, turn the steering wheel to the limit! All tank leaders, close the hatches, move quickly, don't block the road!"

The Type 100 submachine gun is another masterpiece of the Nanbu master.

The performance of this thing is only average to low-level among similar weapons in World War II, but fortunately it is better than the Turtle Box, and two rounds of fire really killed quite a few deserters.

With the sudden death of their colleague and the strong intervention of the Lieutenant General Division Commander, the Japanese soldiers of the 2nd Tank Division finally calmed down.

Under unified command, they finally drove their respective tanks out of the artillery strike area.

Seeing this, Okada Shige breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Just as the old Japanese soldier was secretly rejoicing and preparing to think about the next tactics he would need, a series of explosions from cans rudely interrupted his thoughts.

No matter whether it was the Type 97 medium tank with strong protection performance or the Type 95 light tank with weak armor, they all looked like bugs being crushed to death.

For a time, there was an endless stream of acrobatic performances, such as flying heads, ammunition rack explosions, car overturns, killing crew members, taking off on the spot, and stewing familiar faces in a huge fire.

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

"What's going on! What on earth is going on?!"

"Is it a heavy anti-tank gun, or is the enemy playing some cannon-bayonet trick again?"

"Come on, weren't you all quite vocal just now? Why are you all silent now? Division search team, haven't you set out yet?"

Silence, deathly silence in the communication channel.

Faced with the roar of their own division commander, not a single crew in the entire support force responded.

This strange scene once made Okada Sue doubt the radio of his car. If it weren't for the artillery colonel outside who could help him receive the flag signal, the old devil would even risk his life to open the hatch to find out what was going on.

In fact, in this situation, it is not the Japs' fault for not paying attention, because the sighting and vision of World War II tanks were already very limited.

Moreover, the Type 97 medium tank and Type 95 light tank were outdated equipment developed in the 1930s. It would be strange if the commander and driver who were hiding in the turret could see the opponent.

Just when the Japanese tank convoy was at a loss, several high-spirited infantrymen ran to the front line at the risk of their lives under the artillery fire.

But after just one look, these devils ran away. They danced and retreated at a rapid speed, just like Xie Mantou who encountered a tiger in anger.

“Damn it!”

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

"I saw it. It's at our 12 o'clock direction. The estimated distance is about 1,800 meters."

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Unlike ordinary infantry divisions, the 2nd Tank Division had a relatively broader vision. After all, their imaginary enemy was the armored forces of the Allies, and how could they fight without knowing tanks?

After hearing the exclamations of the cooperating infantry, Okada Susumu in the Type 97 command vehicle felt that his time was up.

Thanks to the intelligence sharing from allies, he naturally knew what those three tanks meant.

The T-26 is not bad, as they had fought each other before in the Battle of Nomonhan. As long as they played well, they could win the game with the Type 97.

But the KV2 and T-34 were a different story. Thicker armor and larger main guns meant that these new equipment were inherently invincible.

The Japanese even doubted whether the short-range 57 shells on their own tanks could penetrate the frontal armor of the KV2.

On the battlefield, every second of delay could lead to changes. Adhering to the concept of loyalty to Tianhuang, Okada finally gritted his teeth and gave the order in the communication channel:

"Warriors! Prepare to attack!"

"Infantry, use grenade launchers to fire smoke bombs! Block the enemy's frontal view, then follow your respective squadron leaders to charge forward and engage the enemy!"

"As for the tank squadrons, I have only one request for you, and that is to charge forward regardless of the consequences. The performance of the Eighth Route Army tanks is better than ours, and only close combat can give us a glimmer of hope."

"Hi!"

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

They are well-trained and extremely familiar with the tactics arranged by their division commanders. Often, one smoke bomb can cover two or three tanks and their teammates.

The Type 97 medium tanks and Type 95 light tanks were running at full speed.

In an instant, the roar of engines and the sound of gears meshing filled the entire plain.

From this driving method of pressing the accelerator to the bottom, it is not difficult to see that the Japanese have made up their minds to fight to the death and have no intention of driving the car back at all.

Up to now in the war, Okada Shigeki did not hate the backward level of his own military industry, nor did he hate the inadequate training of his troops. He only hated the incompetence of the 3rd Flying Division.

The Japanese lieutenant general racked his brains but could not figure out why the friendly forces didn't even figure out the location of the enemy's armored forces.

There are hundreds of tanks, and heavy and medium tanks weighing dozens of tons. Could it be that all the pilots of our country are disabled with vision problems, and can't even distinguish the size and shape?

But now that things have come to this, it's too late to say anything.

Because the evil spirits in the smoke have already bared their fangs.

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The 1st Armored Division's attack front line, the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion's command vehicle.

"Look at the direction where the flags are flying. There are fleets of tanks and aircraft advancing. Our names are also flying on them. Young soldiers are eager to establish merit."

"Are you ready, fellow soldiers, when that day finally comes?"

"Don't worry, my country, don't worry, my loved ones. I will march forward bravely for victory."

Inside the command-type T-34, the young driver stepped on the accelerator pedal while humming a spirited tune.

That's right, the military song he was singing at this time was "When That Day Comes". However, in this timeline, the lyrics of this song were changed to Huang He, and the composer was changed to Xian Xinghai.

I can only say that a certain director with thick eyebrows and big eyes is really shameless. He was still a part-time copywriter in 1942, which must be a very explosive existence among all the time travelers.

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

Perhaps in the peaceful times of the future, "When That Day Comes" will surpass "Song of the Prairie Cavalry" and "Erica" ​​and become the most classic military song of World War II.

Well, "Showa Honshi Fumiaoku". (End of this chapter)