Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 233

Chapter 233 Neji Okamura: The tiger fell and was bullied by the dog!

 After handling the Anda 23 matter, Commander Huzi led the guard battalion to the Third Army's station without stopping.

The situation here is much worse than everyone imagined. The defense line is filled with smoke and corpses are everywhere.

Scattered lightly wounded people carried stretchers in pairs, and the number of seriously wounded people was beyond imagination. Wails and painful groans echoed over the position.

Even though the battle has ended for nearly an hour, the work of cleaning up the battlefield is still not over.

Seeing a group of Eighth Route Army troops coming to their defense area, the wounded soldiers with preserved fruits stopped what they were doing. They tried to straighten their backs and excitedly paid the highest respect to their friendly forces.

 In this current era of raging wars, many generals and stars have descended on the land of China, but a few are particularly dazzling.

 They are here to save the Chinese nation and are the light of hope for the working people.

They drove away the monsters, monsters, jackals, tigers and leopards all over the land, and held up a blue sky for the people in their precarious days.

 Commander Huzi is one of the most shining stars among the generals.

　　Although it was the first time for many preserved fruit soldiers to see him in person, the rumored iconic beard and pipe had already revealed his identity.

In a harmonious atmosphere, he greeted the Preserved Fruit soldiers very cordially and naturally, without any grudge against the two camps and the fact that the other side had just missed a group of Japanese soldiers.

 Five minutes later, the top brass of the Third Army came after hearing the news.

 After meeting, everyone saluted the military salute almost at the same time, completely ignoring the cumbersome politeness.

 After seeing the fiercest man in northwest Shanxi with his own eyes, Commander Tang was filled with emotion.

He once saw a photo. The people in the photo were wearing warlord-style military uniforms, with gold rims and gold buckles and sabers. They were completely different from the Eighth Route Army in front of him.

As a fruitless officer, it was difficult for him to imagine what kind of perseverance made a person give up the Hanyang Military Factory and the life of glory and wealth.

“Hello! On behalf of all the soldiers of the Third Army, I would like to thank you for your support!”

"Without you Eighth Route Army, the west side of Zhongtiao Mountain would have been lost! It's a pity that we still allowed some Japanese to break through the defense line, and we are ashamed of the supplies you airdropped."

 Looking at the tragic situation where almost everyone was injured on the battlefield, Commander Hu was in awe.

He made a rough estimate just now on the road. The three divisions of the Third Army now have at most 3,000 people left. It is said that even the division commanders have one dead, one wounded and one disabled.

 It is very rare among preserved fruits that there was no collapse despite such heavy casualties.

"Although I don't know a lot of Chinese characters, I can tell which friends are worth making and which ones are bastards."

"Your Third Army is great. It will definitely be a strong force once it is replenished and rested. When the time comes, we will need guns and cannons, and we will definitely beat the little devils to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers."

 But Commander Hu's comforting words had no effect. Commander Tang's face looked bitter, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

“In this battle, our army suffered heavy losses, almost destroying the old foundation brought out from Yunnan.”

"I'm afraid that after the war, not only will the Third Army not be replenished, but even I, the commander, may be promoted and demoted secretly. Maybe my military career will be over."

 Mr. Huzi obviously knows the inside story about the preserved fruit. After all, as long as you are not a direct descendant, you will always face the possibility of being betrayed and embezzled.

What's more, he hates the bald man from the bottom of his heart. He is the murderer of his family.

 “Old Tang, you are a decent soldier!”

“Won't you stand up for them when you see the common people being bullied in the future? When you see ordinary people who have no power to restrain themselves suffer and become cowardly, then you become an accomplice!”

“What if you are treated unfairly after you go back! Then come to me in northwest Shanxi!”

"One person can only save ten or a hundred people by fighting against injustice. Our troops fight against injustice for the people of the world! It is to change the fate of tens of millions of people!"

These words seemed to awaken Commander Tang's fighting spirit. His eyes were shining and he took Commander Hu's hand!

 “That's true! I'll get off the bald pirate ship sooner or later!”

 After the conversation, the two discussed the follow-up arrangements.

 Due to the serious attrition of the Third Army, almost all the surviving soldiers were injured and were no longer able to fight anymore. Commander Huzi decided to send two basic regiments to the Yellow River ferry to let the soldiers return to Henan Province to recuperate.

The 120th Division continued to advance eastward, striving to join the 129th Division on the northeast line as soon as possible.

The Jin Clan is a local force in SX Province. Although Yan Laoxi lost a large area of ​​land, the centipede was still alive and the intelligence network and espionage work were always maintained well.

 In addition, Ji County is very close to the west side of Zhongtiao Mountain, so they have been paying attention to the whole battle.

When the 120th Division's magic troops descended from the sky, the master of existentialism first angrily criticized the intelligence chief for his incompetence, but actually allowed tens of thousands of people to pass through his territory silently.

Then he sent out his own capable general, Xiliang fierce general Chu Yunfei!

This is not to say that Yan Laoxi firmly resisted Japan and supported the united front. But he found that the Eighth Route Army was so powerful that it had the potential to eat up two divisions of the Japanese army.

 If he doesn't join the war now, he will have nothing to do with him in Shanxi after the Japanese are driven away.

 Wangyuan, the position of the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi-Sui Army.

“Tuanzuo, we have been waiting for three hours. Will the Japanese really come?”

“What if we fail to harvest anything and Chief Yan blames us, you and I can't afford it.”

The words of his chief of staff did not give Chu Yunfei the slightest sense of urgency. He was well aware of the importance of the geographical location of Wangyuan Village.

This is known as the heart of Zhongtiao Mountain. As long as the Japanese who are escaping on the Western Front want to take a detour across the mountains to join the 41st Division, they will inevitably pass through here.

At that time, the Fourth Army defeated the enemy in Wangyuan.

Chu Yunfei chose the same tactics as the defenders back then. He placed the artillery on the hillside of Wangyuan Heights and arranged three infantry battalions on both sides of the artillery.

On this steel front, there is a Maxim heavy machine gun every three to five steps. Let's not talk about the individual quality of the soldiers. This posture alone is terrifying enough.

 Having such resources is also due to Yan Laoxi's preference for Chu Yunfei.

 The current 358th Regiment has a total of 5,000 people, and it can be regarded as a division-level unit even if it is placed in the Central Army. The troops are not only well-equipped, but their artillery battalion is also equipped with seven 75mm Bofors Mountain Cannons.

“Brother Ligong, just wait and see. As soon as the artillery fire from the north stops, I will start counting the time.”

"It's not going to be easy for the Japs. Let's not talk about what to do with their wounded soldiers and supplies. The 30-meter-wide Xi'er River alone is enough for them to drink a pot."

"It is estimated that in another fifteen minutes, the enemy will rush into our ambush circle! This time I want to see if that Li Yunlong can be better than me!"

Fang Ligong shook his head helplessly. After returning from the New Second Regiment, the members of his own regiment were in a daze and kept talking about the commander of the Eighth Route Army every day.

Especially that Browning pistol, which can be polished three times a day, is simply more important than a love token.

Just as he was about to say a few words of persuasion, a scout ran towards the two of them. The other party did not salute, but straightened up and started reporting.

“Regiment, a large group of Japanese soldiers has appeared. They are expected to enter our ambush circle in ten minutes. Brothers are ready for battle!”

The fish finally took the bait, and Chu Yunfei showed a satisfied smile.

Ten minutes later, nearly a thousand exhausted Japanese troops arrived underground. It was the remnant army led by Sanji Ota and Shogo Okawa.

 The two men led a regiment of infantry to attack the Third Army's position, and finally succeeded in breaking through after two hours of fierce fighting.

“Okawkun, don't always be cautious. We have left the dangerous battlefield and everyone is safe now.”

“I have sent a telegram to the headquarters and the 41st Division. Commander Gangcun has also agreed that our regiment will retreat on its own. Lieutenant General Shimizu will even send someone to meet us.”

“Next, just save your dry food and make sure you don't get sick.”

Although what his commander said made sense, Okawa Changgo always had an ominous premonition, as if there was some man-eating beast staring at him from the shadows.

The Japanese took out his telescope and scanned the high ground. Unfortunately, it was getting late and he couldn't see anything clearly.

At this time, Chu Yunfei stared at the slowly advancing Japanese. He waved back to signal the soldiers to get ready.

"Go! Before the Japs find us, the kamikaze squads rush down!" "There is no need to save bullets for light and heavy machine guns, mortars and mountain artillery. I demand that the Japs be reduced by half in the first round!"

 After receiving the order from their regiment, nearly a hundred burly soldiers rushed down the mountain. Each of them had a Jin Thomson in hand and a large number of grenades on their chests.

These soldiers are the elite commandos of the 358th Regiment, and their equipment is designed to engage the enemy in close combat.

At the Battle of Wangyuan that year, the preserved fruit defenders also fought in this way. It's a pity that their death squads don't have submachine guns, so they can only rush down with a box of grenades in their hands.

On the position, Maxim and Czech light machine guns were ready. The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at the unsuspecting Japanese, and they only waited for orders from their superiors to tilt their firepower.

"beat!"

 Several flares were launched into the air, and the ambush officially began.

As a quick shooter, Chu Yunfei seemed to have awakened the memory of shooting halberds at the gate in his previous life. He was the first to pull the trigger, and a 7.92×57 mm bullet hit a Japanese soldier steadily.

In an instant, muzzle fireworks flashed on the mountainside, as if a searchlight unit suddenly took action, and the overwhelming metal storm rushed towards the enemy.

Due to the lack of natural bunkers on the path at the foot of the mountain, the 358th Regiment's condescending firepower on the mountainside was not compromised at all.

Facing the sudden attack, nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers could only flee in panic.

 Looking at the soldiers who were hit by bullets and fell in front of him, Okawa Shogo reacted immediately. He tried to organize an effective and organized counterattack, but the water-cooled Maxim and Bofors Mountain Artillery gave him no chance.

 Boom, boom, boom!

  The artillery battalion of the 358th Regiment is fighting more and more smoothly, and the hit rate of artillery shells is getting higher and higher. Artillery shells exploded in the crowd, and the Japanese infantry scattered in all directions.

On the battlefield, looking at the chaotic enemy, Chu Yunfei showed a satisfied smile.

 For this perfect ambush, he gave himself full marks in his mind. Our own troops were the dominant side from beginning to end, and the enemy did not organize a large-scale counterattack at all.

A group of stragglers can be dealt with by the Suicide Squad's Jin Thomson alone.

 In just a few minutes of fighting, the Japs at the foot of the mountain suffered heavy casualties. Even the fireworks from the muzzles could not be seen, and they almost completely lost their ability to fight back.

“Bring me the Thompson submachine gun! (Fang Tian painted halberd!), everyone, charge me! Kill these Japanese beasts!”

Chu Yunfei took the weapon handed by the guard platoon leader, and rushed towards the remaining Japanese soldiers down the mountain with his submachine gun.

Fang Ligong on the side looked at the strong back, as if his group was becoming more and more unfamiliar. He held the telescope and whispered to himself:

“You are a top student who was admitted to the fifth batch of Whampoa Military Academy at the age of 16. How could you become so reckless?”

 Taiyuan, First Army Headquarters.

The entire North China Front Army's prominent figures gathered here, and everyone waited in silence. At this time, the atmosphere in the combat conference room was very solemn.

 “Your Excellency, Commander, telegram from the front.”

“The 36th and 37th Divisions and the 16th Independent Mixed Brigade were shelled by the Eighth Route Army. The specific casualties are unknown, but in all likelihood the entire army has been annihilated.”

“I have ordered the communications troops to continue to contact the other party, but have not received a response yet.”

 Hearing Yoshio Iwamatsu's report, Neji Okamura felt an unreal feeling. He heard every word of the telegrams sent back from the front line clearly, but the combination was so incredible. It seemed like he was in a dream, but now he had to accept reality.

Thinking about it carefully, the old devil's back was instantly wet with sweat.

If the itinerary had not been temporarily changed, he might have died under the shelling of the Eighth Route Army. At this time, all that would be left was a light name on this thin telegram.

 “Shellardment? Is it a mortar?”

“Could it be that two lieutenant generals and a major general from my younger brother's country were touched by the enemy three kilometers behind him without noticing it?”

 After hearing a series of questions from his commander, Yoshio Iwamatsu raised his head. The old face in front of him, with black eyes and extremely haggard eyes, made him slightly stunned.

 But how confident I was back then, I feel so embarrassed now.

This attack on Zhongtiao Mountain caused heavy losses to the Guopu defenders, but they were also successfully attacked by the Eighth Route Army.

At present, two integrated B divisions, two independent mixed brigades and one cavalry brigade have been lost. Counting the crumbling locust troops on other fronts, the entire North China Front has lost at least 40,000 warriors.

The Third Flying Group was also completely destroyed, and the aircraft transferred from the Kwantung Army and the Central China Front Army were also completely damaged.

Under the premise that the mainland now gives priority to the supply of navy red deer, fighter aircraft will have no chance to replenish them for a while, and there is a high probability that they will be ridden on the head of the Eighth Route Army's air force.

 I almost forgot that there is also a batch of 105mm howitzers. This caliber is already a treasure of my younger brother's country.

 Coupled with two lieutenant generals and several major generals, several senior officers became the last straw for Okamura Neiji. This series of major failures basically announced that his career had come to an end.

Yoshio Iwamatsu shook his head vigorously, trying to stay awake. He knew very well that he couldn't get into trouble at this sensitive time, otherwise he would definitely be used as a punching bag and there would be no good consequences.

“According to the information provided by Colonel Tiantian Sanji of the 36th Division, the Eighth Route Army should be using a rapid-fire barrel gun, and its shell power is even comparable to that of our younger brother's 105 howitzer.”

“The maximum range is not less than 7 kilometers, and the accuracy and maneuverability are not bad.”

"Your Excellency Commander, based on the sequence and data of the opponent's active weapons. I boldly predict that the enemy is likely to use a French 75mm cannon."

Okamura Neji sighed deeply, then took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrows.

 As for the magical weapons used by the Eighth Route Army, Di Guo invested a lot of energy in investigating them some time ago. Intelligence agents visited almost all of Vichy France, but found nothing.

If it were really a French gun, that would be a big problem.

  A barrel gun with acceptable maneuverability, long range, high accuracy and high power. If this kind of mass murder weapon were mastered by the Eighth Route Army, wouldn't the cage policy look like a joke?

There is no need to repair any bunkers or turrets. The masonry structures must be built one at a time. The soldiers should stay in the county town, otherwise they will be bombarded as soon as they go out.

Coupled with the new weapons that are suspected to be rockets, is there anywhere in North China where the Locust Army can stay?

Thinking of this, Okamura Neji couldn't help but envy Yoshio Shinozuka, who was retiring locally. At least they managed to retreat bravely, at least they won't end up in a precarious situation, and there is a high probability that they will be nailed to the pillar of shame.

“How many barrel guns does the enemy have? Is there any specific information?”

He regretted it as soon as he asked such a question. How could he still not know how capable Te Gao Ke was? If we really had the ability to find this data, the two divisions on the Western Front would not have been completely wiped out.

 What's more, what kind of money does the Eighth Route Army have? Their artillery must have been researched and manufactured by themselves. Even if there is data at this stage, with their ability, the subsequent development of events will be beyond their reach.

“I don't know, but there is a high probability that it will be no less than a hundred.”

 After thinking for a moment, Okamura Neji came to the map.

Now he has two choices before him, either admit defeat and let the remaining four divisions retreat immediately to stop the losses in time. Or he would put his own career on the line and bet on the Eighth Route Army's lack of artillery shells.

 After all, artillery shells are not that easy to produce. It has only been seven months since the Hundred Regiment War. Maybe the enemy is also a stud, and they are playing psychological warfare with him.

 But at this moment, a correspondent rushed into the combat conference room.

“Your Excellency, Commander! Lieutenant General Shosan Sakurai of the 33rd Division sent a telegram asking for help! They are being flanked by the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army and the mysterious enemy at Nakatiao Mountain!”

“The situation is urgent now and we need the support of Army Aviation and the 41st Division!”

“Colonel Ota Sanji sent a farewell message. They were ambushed by the Jinsui Army in Wangyuan Village, and now they are all in pieces!”

The sudden bad news made Neji Okamura's eyes darken. He staggered to sit on the chair, and then a large mouthful of black blood spurted out from his mouth.

 “The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog! Yan Baichuan! You and I are at odds with each other!”

“Give me the order! Mobilize all available troops and land aviation! Do whatever it takes! Rescue the 33rd Division!”

  9K, 1K difference, round up to 10,000 per day.

I'll make up for the missing thousand words tomorrow. I tried my best and my fingers are almost smoking.

 (End of this chapter)

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