Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

"The enemy's mortar? The enemy actually has artillery shells! Give me my order and move quickly!"

Nobuyuki Sakata, who was protected by his subordinates, gave the order to transfer the headquarters while looking in disbelief in the direction of the Eighth Route Army's attack.

The commander on the opposite side refreshed his knowledge again and again. He had never seen such a forbearing soldier.

In fact, when setting up the command post, the staff advised him.

Logically speaking, Sakata Nobutsu should not have made such a low-level mistake and placed the command post at the forward position.

This place is very close to the enemy's defense line, even a young man who has just joined the army would not do this.

But just because the opponent is the Eighth Route Army, within their Locust Army, the Eighth Route Army is notoriously bitter.

A group of armed peasants, characterized by lack of clothing, food, weapons and equipment.

Their regiment-level unit was even more ridiculous. It was the smallest regiment he had ever seen.

There are only a thousand people on average, and the so-called heavy weapons almost only include small-caliber mortars.

The range of this sixty-millimeter mortar is only slightly farther than the grenade launcher of our brother country, so the supply of mortar shells still exceeds the demand.

In order to boost the momentum of the Japanese Locust Army and to better observe the battle situation, Sakata Nobutsu set up the command post here against all objections.

His intestines are now green with regret. It is human nature to fear death. The cannonball just exploded above him!

Just as they were about to leave the command post in a hurry, Sakata Nobutsu felt a burst of fire suddenly appear around him, and he seemed to be able to hear the roar of mortars and the terrified voices of everyone.

The darkness was eating away at him little by little, his five senses were slowly being deprived of him, and his butt seemed to fly out.

"It hurts."

"The advantage is clearly mine, why did I lose like this?"

"Has the headquarters been hit by a shell? What an unexpected enemy."

Seeing the Japanese command post destroyed by mortars in the distance, Wang Chengzhu jumped up happily.

"I hit it, I hit it!"

At this time, the ammo man with sharp eyes and quick hands quickly pulled Wang Chengzhu down as he jumped up. At the same time, several bullets almost missed his scalp.

Li Yunlong beside him laughed so hard that he burst out laughing when he saw Sakata Nobutetsu's command post being killed by the pillars.

He said to Wang Chengzhu: "You are so damn good. If this old devil Sakata is shot to death by you, the brigade commander will have to buy you a drink."

Didi-di-da-da-di-di-daa.

The bugler blew the charge horn with Li Yunlong's approval.

Everyone in the new regiment saw that the Japs' headquarters had been knocked out, and all the soldiers in the regiment were inspired. For a time, their fighting enthusiasm became stronger and they fought more energetically.

Li Yunlong took the lead and rushed to the front, followed by his guard platoon.

Captain Li, who was overly excited, was holding a light machine gun and firing it hard at the Japanese. Many Japanese died under his gun.

Handing the light machine gun to the guard next to him, Li Yunlong rushed toward the Bantian headquarters in the distance with a large blade in one hand and a shell gun in the other.

First they experienced an artillery attack, then they were attacked by a new group of concentrated firepower counterattacks, and finally they saw their own regiment leader die on the spot, and a small number of Japanese soldiers began to flee.

They were defeated by the organized and planned new regiment of soldiers and were defeated. No matter how hard the grassroots officers tried, they could not stop the decline and could not form any effective counterattack.

Regardless of whether Sakata was killed or not, it has become a fact that his command post was destroyed, which meant that in a short period of time the Japanese offensive troops lost the command of their superiors and became headless flies.

Without a command, the Japanese infantry brigade can only fight on its own. Although it can still maintain a certain combat effectiveness, it can no longer prevent chaos.

Without organization, their firepower advantage could not be used, and they could only watch helplessly as the powerful new group continued to tear apart their defense line.

Zhang - the ancestor of the Japanese - the master of hand-to-hand combat - the former swordsman - Da Biao has used the knife in his hand to remind the little devils of the Tang Dynasty. His commando team and the first battalion of soldiers killed many devils. .

But their casualties were also very serious. There were only a dozen people left in the entire commando team, and only one-third of the soldiers in the first battalion could continue to fight.

But they did not intend to stop their pace, but continued to attack after a short rest.

These people were like sharp drills, shattering Sakata United's defense.

Then he and Li Yunlong met at the command post of the Bantian Wing.

Looking at Zhang Dabiao covered in blood, Li Yunlong breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want his beloved general to have any shortcomings.

The two looked at each other and smiled, unable to hide their joy.

Zhang Dabao pointed to the ruins in front and said:

"Captain, we have made a fortune this time! Sakata's headquarters has been taken over by us! One colonel, two lieutenants, and one major."

"Hahahahahaha, look at what you're doing. A Japanese colonel will make you confused. If you kill a major general, won't you go to heaven?"

After a period of searching, they lifted up the wood and net ropes and found the dead Nobutsu Sakata in the ruins of the headquarters.

The old Japanese was hit head-on by a shell and died miserably. The upper and lower bodies of his body had been separated.

However, his head and command sword are intact.

Even because the incident happened suddenly and Nobutetsu Sakata felt that he would not lose, his team flag remained.

Although this regiment flag has long been incomplete due to artillery fire, it is also the only Japanese military flag captured on the battlefield.

"Historically, until the end of World War II, we were not able to capture a single Japanese regiment flag. This is because the Japanese army's combat regulations stipulate that when the battle situation is judged to be in danger of annihilation of the entire army, the military flag must be burned. The loss of the regiment flag means that the establishment has been cancelled. .

"With this body, the brigade commander will probably not pursue the matter of disobedience. My head should be saved."

"Take it away, put it in a sack."

The soldiers of the guard platoon loaded Sakata's body into the sack that originally contained bullet casings, tied the mouth of the bag tightly and carried it on their shoulders.

"Command knife! Don't forget my command knife. It's a sergeant's knife. It can be exchanged for a lot of good things when the time comes. And that broken flag, even the division commander has to beg me for it."

The attack continues, and the new group, which is not short of firearms and ammunition, is fighting more and more smoothly.

Although there are no more artillery shells for the Sixty-year-old mortar, the ammunition for the Stokes mortar is still sufficient. When encountering a firepower point that is difficult for the Japanese to attack, they directly blast it with one shot.

The soldiers marched forward with great success. The combination of light machine guns and grenades can easily disperse the enemy's unassembled infantry.

Half an hour later, the last remaining troops withdrew from the frontal battlefield.

The new regiment tore through the Japanese defense line on the Cangyunling battlefield and successfully broke through the encirclement head-on.

This battle is finally finished, and the work on the next volume begins!