Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

At this point in 1942, it was not easy to be promoted to a senior officer in the Japanese army.

All the old devils currently in office, even the lieutenant general commander of the Type B Division of the North China Front Army, have a long experience of study and service.

Even if we look at the whole world, their personal skill reserves and on-the-spot adaptability can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches.

This kind of military quality is absolutely incomparable to the counterfeit ones produced in 1945.

Obviously, Okada Sue was also a senior commander with real talent. His 20 years of service experience immediately allowed him to see through the true intentions of the Eighth Route Army's armored forces.

The old devil put down the telescope with a serious look on his face, and then after a moment's thought, he gave the order in the communication channel:

"A medium tank squad of the Eighth Route Army is attacking the headquarters. I am sure that the enemy's target is me. Those damned Republic of China people want to kill the general and seize the flag."

"The next battle will most likely be the last in your military career. I hope that all warriors will sacrifice their lives for their country and not let down His Majesty the Heavenly Locust."

"Pass on my order! Immediately burn the flag of the 2nd Mechanized Infantry Regiment and send a farewell telegram to General Okamura Yasuji!"

"For the future of our country, we will fight to the death!"

Showa, too nuclear.

Although it was the exclusive BGM of the Navy Baka, at this moment, the classic war song "Attack" seemed to be ringing above the temporary headquarters of the 2nd Tank Division.

Under the tragic mobilization of Lieutenant General Okada Susumu, the morale of the Japanese squadrons miraculously rebounded, and was even slightly higher than before departure.

Especially at the moment when the regiment flag was engulfed by fire.

The entire army was eager to charge forward immediately and fight a decisive battle with the T-3476 tank platoon in the distance.

"It's a black card! Get on board!"

Accompanied by Okada's heart-wrenching roar, the tank squad originally responsible for guarding the division headquarters took the lead in action.

Four Type 97 medium tanks immediately moved forward and lined up in a row one hundred meters in front of their own division commander's command vehicle.

This position not only has a good firing range, but is also on the necessary route for the Eighth Route Army's tank platoon to attack.

As long as they hold on to the advantageous terrain, even if they are attacked by the T-3476 from a long distance, they can use the wreckage to buy the infantry a chance to launch a close attack.

"Boom!" ×4!

In the first round of salvos from the four short 57mm guns, only one shell hit the armor of the Eighth Route Army's medium tank.

The armor-piercing bullet created sparks and lightning all the way across the face of the T-3476 numbered 102, barely scraping off the new paint that had been applied just a few months ago.

Eventually, it was powerless and was lifted into the sky by a 45mm armored bullet with a 60-degree tilt.

The third-level strong man light tank is really so powerless against the fifth-level squad leader medium tank.

As soon as they were bombarded, the five modified T-3476s suddenly stopped and began to aim, obviously intending to counterattack while the Japanese were reloading.

"Boom!" ×5!

This was already an elite crew, with the added bonus of new observation and aiming equipment and range-finding devices, the soldiers' counterattack directly dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.

More than half of the guard squad of the 2nd Tank Division were killed or wounded on the spot, and the crew members who barely survived climbed out of the wreckage of the Type 97 tank.

However, the Japanese armored soldiers did not withdraw from the battlefield immediately. Instead, they hid themselves with various weapons in hand, apparently preparing to launch a final onboard charge.

Soon, the second round of volleys from both sides passed each other and hit the target.

However, the T-3476 still appeared to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and even the reloading speed was not affected.

Such a sharp contrast between the enemy and us almost made Okada, who was organizing the attack, grit his teeth.

Just when the old Japanese were sighing, the five T-3476s had already divided into two waves, three on the left and two on the right, and led the infantry to bypass the wreckage of the Type 97 medium-sized tank.

The infantry of each squadron had tried many times to block the enemy in close combat, but without even heavy machine guns, they could not get close to the armored forces of the Eighth Route Army.

Seeing this, Okada closed the hatch of the command tank and issued the last order of his life:

"It's a black card! Onboard"

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People's sorrows and joys are not the same.

While the Japanese were frowning and worrying about how to destroy the medium tank platoon in front of them, the soldiers of the 1st Armored Division were very relaxed and even felt that the enemy was too noisy.

"Comrades, great job! Get the infantry ready for battle. The Japanese are about to charge."

"Don't worry, just take it step by step. The entire battlefield is now filled with our division's troops. The friendly forces of the first and second attack waves have completely completed the division and encirclement."

"But we can't be too slow. After all, the lieutenant colonel is not a common trophy. I don't want to share the fat meat that is right in front of me with others."

"Target! The enemy's Type 97 command vehicle! Fire!"

As if sensing the threat of death, the infantry of the 2nd Tank Division fired smoke bombs a few seconds before the T-3476 opened fire.

Perhaps due to the influence of the gray-white smoke, the shells fired by the leading vehicle in the row did not directly hit the Type 97 command vehicle 500 meters away.

The shell with an initial velocity of 655 meters per second passed by the command tower and turned the artillery colonel's upper body into a ball of splattered blood.

The shredded flesh and blood made the steel helmets of the accompanying infantrymen crackle.

After a while, the artillery colonel's legs fell to the ground with a thud, like two black tree stumps.

The rest of his body that was shattered created a large radiating red spot on the plain.

"Platoon leader! We've run out of armor-piercing grenades! The smoke is still blocking our vision!"

The T-3476 equipped by the 1st Armored Division usually has 77 rounds of ammunition.

In the previous fierce battle, the lead vehicle's stock of 47 armor-piercing grenades was almost empty, and the one that just killed the Japanese colonel was the last one.

As soon as these words came out, the platoon leader subconsciously glanced at the ammunition reserves, and then said in a relaxed tone:

"It's not a big problem. We just ran out of armor-piercing grenades. So we can just use high-explosive grenades. With the armor protection of the enemy's command tank, we can go around the side and fire HE. We still have a chance to destroy it."

"Besides, you are not fighting alone. If things don't work out, you have your comrades to back you up."

"Reload, fire! Keep attacking, don't hold back! Even if the body is gone, all we need is the Japanese commander's officer's sword!"

The various attributes of the Type 97 medium tank were basically up to the world's mainstream level at the beginning of mass production.

Theoretically, whether it was the blitzkrieg on Poland or the Battle of France, as long as it did not collide head-on with an iron cuckold like the Charles B1, it would be qualified to serve as the main force of the armored force.

What a pity, it is now the last quarter of 1942.

Moreover, its current opponent is still the cutting-edge T-34, which can beat the early Type 3 and Type 4.

"boom!"

Blind smoke, hit the target with one shot!

The bulletproof steel plates of the 1997 medium-range tank are riveted. When hit by a powerful grenade or armor-piercing bullet, the rivets can easily fly all over the vehicle, posing a risk of injury to the combatants inside and outside the vehicle.

Although the vehicle body was not penetrated, the interior of the command vehicle was already in a mess, and the division commander, Lieutenant General Okada Susumu, turned into a bloody gourd on the spot.

If he didn't get timely treatment, he would have died from blood loss.

"Second shot! Keep firing! Shoot at the original position!"

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Just when the second high-explosive grenade was about to be fired, a Japanese wheeled armored vehicle stepped forward and used its body to block the artillery line of the leading vehicle in the row.

At the same time, hundreds of devils had clear division of labor.

Most of them launched a fearless charge towards the Eighth Route Army's tank platoon, one after another, just to delay a certain amount of time.

Another group launched a rescue operation, dragged the bloody lieutenant general division commander out of the command vehicle, and then drove the truck north.

It seemed that the mission of protecting the last spark of the 2nd Tank Division had inspired the fighting spirit and morale of the devils.

For a moment, these infantrymen burst out with quite amazing fighting power, and temporarily stopped the T-3476 tank platoon with the combination of infantry, light machine guns and mines.

Bullets clanged against the vehicles as both sides fired passionately at each other with all kinds of firearms.

However, only one minute later, the Japanese front line showed signs of collapse.

There is no way, it’s because the Eighth Route Army soldiers have too much martial virtue.

"Mortar! Mortar, fire quickly! Judging from the enemy's current situation, there must be a big fish in the truck that just ran away, and his rank must be at least major general!"

"Hurry up and kill the infantry in front of you. Don't let the big fish get away!"

As the mechanized infantry of the first armored division, the soldiers fighting in half-track armored vehicles are equipped with a large number of semi-automatic and automatic weapons.

In order to increase the firepower intensity of the front-line troops, Division Commander Xu also specially equipped each mechanized infantry platoon with a fire support squad.

After receiving the order from their superiors, three 81mm mortars immediately opened fire.

They coordinated with the high-explosive grenades fired from the heading machine guns and tank guns and the 13.2mm heavy machine guns to forcibly tear a hole in the temporary defense line built by the Japanese.

While advancing, T-3476 No. 102 also took the time to fire a shot at the fleeing truck.

"boom!"

A 76mm grenade flew past the wheeled armored vehicle that was blocking the view and landed two meters behind the right side of the truck.

When the shell landed, the Type 94 truck that was on the run was overturned to the ground.

Through the field of view provided by the telescope, the platoon leader vaguely saw a driver being thrown half a meter away.

After landing, the Japanese soldier actually used his hands and feet to crawl towards the co-pilot seat, looking like he was eager to protect his master.

"The truck has been taken care of by 102. Our spoils of war are now helpless and cannot escape! Everyone, move forward slowly and do not rush for quick success."

"If you find a Japanese corpse, no matter if it's dead or alive, shoot half a burst of bullets first."

"When encountering a suicide squad carrying sting mines, the infantry squads near each tank crew must give priority to fire and never let them get close to the tanks!"

No matter how excellent the T-3476 is, it cannot fight alone without the infantry, and it cannot allow the enemy's infantry to get within five meters.

The best proof of this is the Aryan supermen who dismantled tanks with their own bodies in the early days of the Soviet-German War.

Although there is only one kind of anti-tank weapon in the notebook of this era, the grenade can still kill the comrades as long as the grenade is thrown into the area with weak armor.

"receive!"

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Fifteen minutes later, the battle was completely over.

Looking around, the Jiaolai Plain was filled with smoke, and the Japanese corpses and armored wreckage were countless.

After all the infantrymen who were cooperating in the battle caught up with their own crews, T-3476 No. 102 stepped on the accelerator and slowly drove the tank to the vicinity of the Japanese truck.

"Damn it, our medium tanks have excellent firepower, armor, and mobility, but the maneuverability, riding experience, and ergonomics are not quite right. Are the Russians all made of iron?"

"If nothing else, just look at this turret hatch. It's really heavy."

"I am an 80-kilogram Shandong man, and it is difficult for me to open and close the door every time. After the battle is over, I will definitely give suggestions to the Baotou First Machinery Factory to see if there are any changes."

"There is also the turret structure. The two-person turret is really not as good as the three-person turret."

When Tank No. 102 came to a complete stop, the platoon leaders pushed open the turret hatch with great effort, while complaining to the gunners beside them about their precious equipment.

After hearing the shortcomings pointed out by their captain, the remaining three crew members nodded.

As the two sang in unison, the T-3476 that had just been acquired seemed to be turning into Mrs. Niu.

I can only say that large forces with independent military-industrial systems are different. Even ordinary soldiers have the confidence to stand out from the crowd.

After jumping off the tank, the platoon leader took out a roster from his chest.

This list was compiled jointly by General Yang, Ye San and Qing Chizong, and it records the personal information and headshots of senior Japanese commanders who participated in Operation No. 1.

"Comrades! Let's search carefully to see which old devil personally gave us the military merit!" (End of this chapter)