Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

The battle became intense from the beginning.

After only a few rounds of offensive and defensive battles, the first wave of attack by the 1st Armored Division advanced more than 400 meters to the north.

Looking around, the Jiaolai Plain was littered with Japanese armored units that had been hit. Under the bloody blows of armor-piercing grenades, more than half of the 97th-tier battleships were set on fire with balls of black smoke.

"Go around! There is the wreckage of the Japanese armored vehicle right in front of us, turn left 45 degrees and go around it!"

"The enemy can't penetrate the frontal armor of the T-34. We have four squads of mechanized infantry behind us to protect both wings. Even if the entire platoon goes a little deeper, there is no risk!"

"Charge! Keep charging! Look at the flag, follow my maneuvers, and charge as far as you can with the throttle locked!"

At the front of the first wave of attack, the five T-3476s in the first row of the third company had surpassed the friendly heavy tank platoon by virtue of their speed advantage.

On the antenna of the command vehicle, a slightly torn military flag was flying in the wind. There were obvious bullet holes and traces of smoke and fire on the flag, which revealed a unique beauty of the battlefield.

After receiving the order from the platoon leader, the drivers swung the hammers and hit the left-hand joystick with all their strength.

The batch of T-3476s delivered to Huanghe by the Russians were generally second-hand goods with various minor problems.

If drivers want to shift gears or turn smoothly, they must use a hammer to hit the car, so many experienced comrades will carry an extra hammer in case of emergency.

"Boom~"

Accompanied by bursts of crisp metal collision sounds, all the tanks in the first platoon of the third company followed their platoon leader to complete the turn.

The half-track armored vehicles in the rear actively maneuvered to the two wings, and the firepower of the heavy and light machine guns on the vehicles was like a whip of death, suppressing the enemy forces that were ready to move.

"There's an antenna and a command flag! It's a Type 97 command tank!"

"Concentrate your fire, quickly concentrate your fire, we can't let the Japs organize a large-scale charge."

At this moment, the comrades in the first row fully demonstrated the advantages of training.

It was obvious that the Japs discovered the target first and occupied a favorable firing position, but our group completed aiming and shooting and reloaded before the enemy.

The moment the 76 gun opened fire, the muzzle shock wave shook the scorched earth on the plain high.

Several artillery shells directly passed over the Type 97 medium tank and Type 95 light tank that were in the way, completing the epic achievement of taking the enemy general's head amidst thousands of troops.

The command tank did not explode, but under the pressure of the raging fire, the commander who survived by chance jumped out of the hatch and crawled, obviously losing the ability to continue fighting.

Taking advantage of the gap between reloading, the Japanese tanks also opened fire fiercely.

Fortunately, the enemy's formation was not very good, and the vehicles even blocked each other's firing range. Only the medium tanks in the front row and the light tanks on the periphery had a good field of vision.

"Duang! Duang! Duang!"

The short 57mm gun has a slow bullet speed. Unless the Japanese can focus on the bullet nest area like the advanced players in World of Tanks, it is impossible for them to penetrate the front of the T-3476.

In addition, the Japanese army could not accept ammunition that could not explode, and all they loaded were armor-piercing grenades that did not penetrate deep enough, so the first wave of counterattacks had almost no effect.

The only reward was that the dust raised by the shells narrowed the eyes of a tank commander.

I can only say that poor imperialism really cannot win a disadvantageous situation.

If it were the German III, they would definitely call for help from the army's heavy anti-aircraft 88mm guns, or the division's 105mm howitzers, 150mm howitzers and 105mm guns.

"Is anyone injured?"

"No!"

Each crew responded one after another on the platoon's communication channel. The experienced soldiers were not affected by the Japanese counterattack at all.

"Okay! Armor-piercing grenades! Keep attacking!"

Without the platoon leader's order, the comrades fired the second wave of shells. The Type 97 medium-sized fighters in the front row were called out one by one, and the riveted steel plates flew all over the sky.

Compared with the first wave of five hits and two out of five, the accuracy of the second wave of shooting was obviously improved to a higher level.

Soon, four more enemy tanks caught fire.

A lucky Japanese soldier was lifted high into the air by the aftermath of the explosion, and his twisted body fell into the group of infantry, dealing a second blow to the enemy's morale.

“Boom boom boom!”

At the same time, the dull sound of 13.2mm heavy machine gun fire resounded throughout the battlefield.

The bullets from the heavy machine guns were like deadly tongues of fire, cutting the flesh of each Type 95 light tank to death.

The enemy was making major adjustments to their formation, seemingly intending to use numbers to crush the comrades in the first row. Seeing this, the platoon leader immediately gave another order on the communication channel:

"Move! We can't let the enemy easily encircle us. We must maintain a distance of at least 300 meters. We have the advantage in armor and mobility. We must continue to maintain our advantageous tactics."

"Infantry! Just keep an eye on the Japanese infantry, especially those death squads carrying toilet plungers!"

Amid the sounds of metal clashing, a whole platoon of tanks and mechanized infantry once again galloped across the plains.

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In the remnants of the 2nd Tank Division, in the command vehicle of Lieutenant General Okada Susumu, the old Japanese were looking at the invulnerable T-3476 in shock.

These tanks with thick skin and weak damage caused great psychological trauma to the support troops. The most advanced land warfare weapon of our country, the Type 97 medium tank, could only scratch off the paint with one shot.

He now had sufficient reason to suspect that a company of armored forces of the Eighth Route Army, combined with sufficient infantry, might be able to delay the offensive of his own division for several days.

"Baga, is this what our allies call the T-34 crisis? It can't be stopped. It can't be stopped at all. This kind of breakthrough capability should not appear on the Asian battlefield."

"Yes, that's right. The Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province is almost the same as the elite troops on the Eastern Front in Europe."

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"Without artillery and air support, how am I supposed to fight next?"

In the second half of 1942, the elite tank brigade of the Russians was basically composed of T-3476+KV, mixed with some light tanks such as T-60 and T-70.

The more miserable troops even have antiques like the T-18 that are more than a decade old in their organization.

So when Okada said that the Eighth Route Army of Shandong Province was comparable to the elite troops on the Eastern Front of Europe, there really was no problem at all.

Just as the old devil was feeling melancholy, a staff officer holding the intelligence collected from the front line reported loudly:

"Lieutenant General Okada, the enemy's T-34 tank company and mechanized infantry have just officially broken through the temporary defense line constructed by the samurai."

"Although each squadron tried their best to resist, the firepower of the enemy and us was too different, and there was also a generation gap in equipment. I'm afraid that the decline on the battlefield is beyond redemption."

"You should retreat quickly. As long as we can meet up with the reserve troops, our Second Tank Division will still have a chance to rise from the ashes."

As soon as these words were spoken, Okada Shige glared at the intelligence officer.

The supreme commander abandoned his men and fled the battlefield, which let the soldiers on the front line know that the entire line of defense would collapse.

After thinking for a while, the old devil suddenly remembered the enemy armored vehicle identification atlas shared by his allies, and then picked up the communicator and ordered each squadron:

"According to the intelligence provided by our allies, the Eighth Route Army tanks' weakest point is in the rear engine compartment. The side road wheels can also be targeted."

"All tank squadrons, it's time to repay His Majesty the Heavenly Locust's kindness. Continue to attack the enemy's medium tanks. Even if all of you die in battle, you must block the enemy's path forward."

"Infantry, drive all trucks and armored vehicles into the battlefield. Even if we have to rely on ramming, we must prevent the Eighth Route Army from continuing to break through!"

Trucks carrying oil barrels ramming tanks was another classic onboard tactic in the Battle of Nomonhan.

But it was obvious that Okada's order was already a step too late. At the same time that the intelligence officer was shouting at the top of his lungs, screams from the infantry and tank squadrons were also heard back.

"Baga! They are our own people! We are fighting our own people! We destroyed a friendly tank!"

"Ricochet! The target was not penetrated. We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor!"

"It seems to have penetrated! No! The shell bounced off!"

"The commander was shot! He can't command! What should we do!"

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In the first row, the T-3476 with the number 102 was the first to penetrate the enemy's armored forces. Not only did the crew break through quickly, but they also destroyed two Type 97 medium tanks during the advance.

At the current efficiency, the Sanhuan giant is just around the corner.

Behind vehicle No. 102, infantrymen were guarding on both sides with various fully automatic firearms, but the half-track armored vehicle that was originally covering their advance had been destroyed.

As for the enemies?

The Japs were already in disarray. After discovering that their weapons could not penetrate the T-3476 and that the suicide squads carrying thunder bombs could not get close, they vaguely had the idea of ​​throwing a few punches.

On the Jiaolai Plain, at least a dozen vehicles had turned into burning coffins, and more than twenty light armored units were stationary on the way to the impact, obviously all the members inside were dead.

At this moment, the future Sanhuan tank commander suddenly discovered that about 500 meters to the left front, there was a Type 97 command tank parked.

On the side of the tank's turret, a noncommissioned officer with a broken hand was arguing loudly with someone.

A lieutenant colonel, a mid-level general of this level, is extremely attractive to front-line comrades who are eager to make meritorious service.

Theoretically, each and every one of them is a walking military achievement.

"Charge! Be the first to reach the top! Break through the enemy lines! Kill the generals! Seize the flag!" (End of this chapter)