Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 452

The raging fires caused by the first wave of high-explosive aerial bombs and napalm bombs had just begun to fly in the wind, and the second wave of attacks came from low altitude with a sharp whistling sound.

Facing the tidal bombardment jointly launched by the Second and Third Air Divisions, the Japanese and puppet soldiers both howled like defeated dogs.

Those thick and resistant flames not only destroyed their carefully selected bunkers, but also shattered the fighting spirit and confidence of these people.

“Your Majesty, the **** Eighth Route Army dropped napalm bombs again!”

“Your Majesty, Major, please stop being dazed at this critical moment. Where should we go next?”

“Think of a way quickly, this forest can't last long! The bomb will fall on your head soon. Don't you often say that no one knows how to fight the Republic of China better than you?”

Napalm is an efficient and "humane" weapon of destruction.

Since the Eighth Route Army Air Force equipped it, the Japanese Base Camp has specially popularized relevant knowledge to various army divisions in order to reduce the casualties of grassroots soldiers in the front-line combat units as much as possible.

It's a pity that understanding does not mean being able to deal with it.

Under the devastating blow that many tactical groups of the Air Force bombed first and burned later, regardless of ammunition loss or combat results, even if Okamura Neiji brought his own guards to the scene in person, he would have died suddenly on the spot.

“Run quickly!”

Looking at their superiors, who were still stunned in place, most of the Japanese simply threw away their weapons and started running away.

At this moment, they are just a group of rabbits being chased by hunters. Locusts from the sky and the East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere have all become illusory slogans that have been forgotten.

but!

Who in this world can outrun an attack formation composed of hundreds of fighter planes?

Even the French infantry in 1940 riding eight-round Panhard EBR105 could not escape the current group carpet bombing. What's more, the Japs who marched on their own legs were destined to become fly ash in this torrent of metal and flames.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The Air Force's operations continue.

Soldiers who have never actually been on the battlefield may be able to learn about the terrifying power of bombers that can tear the sky from military textbooks or from recruit instructors.

However, after all, it was not a scene that I saw with my own eyes.

The explosions in the forest ahead, which had almost no openings and no blind spots for firepower, caused great psychological and physical pressure on the Japs of the ManchuriMongolia Youth League.

There is still a distance of one or two kilometers, but every time an aerial bomb falls on the ground, their minds will have the illusion of being swept away by the torrent of death.

“Bang!”

"ah!"

Just as many Japanese soldiers were desperately running to the rear, trying to escape from the forest before the aerial bombs fell on their heads. The person at the front of the queue suddenly let out a scream, and then fell down in pain.

This sudden scene shocked all the readers to stop involuntarily.

After a while, the Japs looked back. They saw their own Major Nobuji Andashi holding a Type 38 rifle with a ferocious face and staring at them eagerly.

“Did I give an order to retreat? Who gave you the courage to withdraw from the battlefield without permission?”

“Anyone who escapes from battle and disturbs the morale of our army shall be killed!”

"Hi!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers beside Arthur Andersen seemed to have the underlying code activated. They subconsciously raised the weapons in their hands and pointed the dark muzzles at their former colleagues.

Seeing this, the old devil nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, he was like a gambler who had lost 90% of his fortune, dreaming of using his last remaining capital to win a future.

"To be honest, I made a bad decision in this battle. I'm sorry that my mistake put everyone in a desperate situation where they can't come back."

"But you have all seen the current situation. It is impossible to escape from the forest in time with just two legs. Rather than exposing your back to the Republic of China troops like a coward, it is better to take up arms and fight to the death with the enemy."

“No matter what the outcome is, at least your family members at home will not have to face the disdain and ridicule of your neighbors and fellow villagers when they receive notification of your death in action.”

In the first half of 1942, the army and navy were not yet trapped in the two-way quagmire of the Pacific battlefield, and the individual quality and combat will of each unit naturally had not yet begun to decline.

Especially a unit like the ManchuriMongolia Youth League, which is purely composed of young immigrants as its cornerstone.

Perhaps the combat effectiveness of this group of soldiers is not that good, and they often make some stupid mistakes on the battlefield. But when it comes to the degree of brainwashing and fanaticism towards militarism, even the most elite Class A divisions are no match for them.

　　When Arthur Andersen mentioned the honor of the military, his family far away, and the spirit of craftsmanship, a silky three-piece set immediately made the young Japanese soldiers dizzy.

Coupled with the reason why he still maintains his authority, the fear and confusion on the faces of the writers gradually disappeared, replaced by the enthusiasm to give it a try and be loyal to the Locust. There is no way, young people are easy to fool.

What's more, they are a group of beasts who have been brainwashed since childhood. It is natural for them to "burn" inexplicably.

“Good! You're very energetic! I really saw you right!”

The mutiny did not occur, and the situation was back on track again. Arthur Andersen breathed a sigh of relief silently in his heart.

However, the current crisis has not been resolved yet. He first threw the Sanba Gai in his hand to the guards on the side, and then pulled out a Luger P08 from his waist.

“Bang!”

After the almost imperceptible gunshot, a small leader of the puppet army who tried to escape in the chaos fell straight to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the old devil stood on a stone and ordered in a hysterical voice:

“Everyone! Prepare to be loyal to His Majesty Tian Locust! Bring all the Imperial Alliance troops, and together we will pass through the sea of fire and launch the final charge against the Eighth Route Army armored forces.”

“If those Republic people are disobedient, use bayonets and muzzles to make them change direction.”

“Signal Corps, send a farewell telegram to First Commander Dohashi and Lieutenant General Tokusatsu Shigeta. Tell the two generals that we have not disgraced the Japanese army and are about to charge to the enemy to the death!”

"Hi!"

Twenty minutes later, the Second and Third Air Divisions completely ended their support mission. Hundreds of fighter planes turned around in the air in northern Henan and began to return along a pre-determined route.

Looking at the forest covered in flames, Captain Gao couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

There was no other way. The scene in front of him was so spectacular that even a veteran who had climbed through snowy mountains and walked to the grassland was still frightened.

“This level of destructive power is indeed the trump card of our Eighth Route Army. Presumably all the Japs lurking in the forest were burned into fertilizer.”

“Pass my order, troops at all levels remain on alert. Let's continue moving forward when the fire is less intense.”

“Armored reconnaissance company, you need to ensure absolute security within a ten-kilometer range. Once enemy troops arrive from the south or southeast for reinforcements, I want to receive the information as soon as possible. Let's go!”

"receive!"

Just when Commander Gao was taking charge of the overall situation and delivering orders to the troops at all levels, the portable communicator on his waist suddenly rang.

Through the channel band, he immediately realized that the forward observation post must have important information to report, so he answered the communication without hesitation.

Sure enough, the moment the connection was connected, a suppressed laughing voice transmitted back the latest situation on the front line.

“Commander, the Japs in the forest ahead have rushed out. I have determined the number of people. Counting the puppet troops, there are a total of forty-seven. This number is currently decreasing.”

“The opponent has no artillery cover and no tactics at all. It should be an enemy's onboard charge.”

Hearing this, Captain Gao immediately had a question mark on his face.

It is not difficult to understand why Benzi launched a charge on the plain. If he couldn't beat him, he would just go on board. This was not the first time he had seen this kind of thing. But why the number of people continues to decrease is a puzzling question.

We are several kilometers away from the forest. The only ones that can cause damage at present are howitzers and self-propelled artillery, but there is no sound of firing from the beginning to the end.

Full of questions, Captain Gao drove directly to the front line.

With just one glance, he showed an extremely pleased smile like the soldiers.

I saw dozens of Japanese and puppet soldiers whose clothes were set alight and on fire, launching a suicidal charge towards their forward positions.

Hmm, this suicide must be in progress.

The reason for the opponent's continuous attrition is clear at a glance, because more and more people continue to fall on the way forward. Or maybe some puppet soldiers tried to change places to die, but were shot directly by the supervising team in the rear with light and heavy machine guns.

If Huang He were present, he would most likely have watched a movie.

It's just that it's not Stalingrad that Lao Maozi took, but the French troops approaching the city. After all, whoever comes to supervise the team must be praised for their accuracy.

After a moment, the considerate Captain Gao issued the latest order.

"Coordinates XXX, XXX. Artillery company, use your 105 howitzers to blast one round and kill the enemy's supervising team. Don't worry about the charging Japanese and puppet troops. Anyway, they will not be able to touch our position until they die."

“It seems that the weather in May is still not warm enough.”

"Since some people feel cold, let them burn for a while. I am really a considerate and good person." (End of this chapter)

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