Chapter 310 Lao Li, You Are Almost the Commander of a War Zone

"Cavalry Company! Attack!"

With Sun Desheng's order, each crew immediately called the infantry squad that had been waiting for a long time and launched an attack on the Japanese a few hundred meters away.

Facts have proved that facing the enemies scattered in various corners of the battlefield, the firepower of the Cicada tank equipped with only one coaxial machine gun is slightly insufficient.

If Xie Mantou with three machine guns is replaced, the soldiers of the Marine Corps will definitely be much easier.

"Jiao Shougui! Who told you to turn left and take a detour?"

"Aren't there just two Japanese who are not dead yet? Either you go directly over, or you let the gunner help you shoot a round!"

"Your behavior just now will expose the infantry behind us! Being kind to the enemy on the battlefield is cruel to your own people! If this happens again next time, you kid will go back to be an infantryman!"

"Yes!"

Although the comrades had undergone sufficient training before the war, there were still some problems when driving a tank to attack for the first time.

The little episode just now did not affect everyone's relationship, but slightly improved the tacit understanding of the entire crew. After this battle, the soldiers of the Fighter Mobile Company will surely become qualified armored soldiers.

"Boom!"

During the advance, Sun Desheng's crew members first heard a crisp sound, and at the same time the vehicle body also had abnormal vibrations.

Faced with the sudden attack, they were not at a loss or nervous.

"The enemy has anti-tank weapons! Find them quickly!"

The infantry squad that moved with the vehicle performed very well, and its squad leader found the target at the first time. He first ordered the machine gunner to use tracer bullets to guide the tank gunner, and then shouted on the communicator:

"Eleven o'clock direction!"

Following the trajectory of the light machine gun, Sun Desheng also saw the devils hiding near the wreckage of the Type 97 tank.

Thanks to the excellent intelligence network of the Eighth Route Army, he recognized the Type 97 20mm anti-tank rifle used by the other party at a glance.

That thing can penetrate 30mm armor within a distance of 200 meters, and if it is closer, it can really penetrate the front of the Cicada tank.

"Infantry fire suppression! Don't let the enemy have a second chance to shoot."

"Ren Dakai! Load high-explosive bombs! Directly shoot! Don't be reluctant to use shells! If you run out of shells, there will be transport planes to airdrop us more!"

Following Sun Desheng's order, the three nearby tanks stopped at the same time and aimed at the target. The gunner stuffed a high-explosive bomb into the tank gun as quickly as possible.

"Boom!"

Three guns fired at the same time, and a tattered corpse was blown into the air. There were even three Japanese soldiers on fire running out from the wreckage of the Type 97 medium tank.

Just as the parallel machine guns and infantry were preparing to make up the guns, Sun Desheng spoke in time to stop them.

"Don't worry about those burning Japanese soldiers, they may just feel a little cold. Everyone concentrate and keep moving forward!"

In the following battles, the fighter-mobile company never encountered any heavy weapons or anti-tank weapons again.

With the Type 38 and Type 99 rifles alone, the Japanese infantry could not threaten the Cicada tanks at all. It was only a matter of time to clear the battlefield.

During the march, Sun Desheng always held the communicator and slightly leaned out of the hatch to control the overall situation.

Under his command, the 71st Tank Regiment had no chance to organize an effective suicide attack, and couldn't even get close enough to engage.

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Looking at the battlefield in the distance, Captain Li had many feelings in his heart.

Under the coordinated tactics of infantry and tanks, the attack of the fighter-mobile company can be described as unstoppable, and the remaining Japanese on the battlefield can't do anything with tanks.

Whether it is a rifle, a light machine gun or an anti-tank rifle, it can't penetrate the frontal armor of the Cicada.

The 37mm tank gun can almost destroy any enemy, even if it hides behind the wreckage of the Type 97 medium tank.

"Damn it, is this how the Japanese felt back then?"

"Just a light tank can bring such a huge improvement to the troops. If there is a medium tank in the future, won't it be able to beat the Kwantung Army?"

After this, Chen Jieshan on the side also nodded.

Although he is a lieutenant general, he has never commanded an armored unit, and today is even the first time he has watched his own tanks fight up close.

As a soldier, how could he not be interested in advanced equipment?

At this moment, the artillery company directly under the Marine Corps 1st Regiment came to the two of them with six strange weapons that looked like farm tools.

That's right, the secret weapon prepared by Huang He was the 107mm light towed rocket launcher.

Compared with the Red Arrow, it is more maneuverable. The whole gun vividly interprets the essence of the idea of ​​people carrying on their backs and horses, and a group of five people can carry sixteen disassembled parts.

As a rocket launcher, the 107 fire undoubtedly has extremely strong explosive power. It can fire twelve shells at a time within ten seconds, and the amount of projection when it is fully fired is comparable to that of a howitzer battalion.

In Huang He's plan, this weapon will be decentralized to the regiment level in the future.

As long as each infantry regiment is equipped with six 107 fires, even the firepower of the basic regiment can suppress the Japanese regiment in a short time. After all, this is the big baby that almost made the Zumwalt-class destroyer difficult to give birth.

Looking at the strange weapon that he had never seen before, Chen Jieshan's expression became extremely wonderful.

Today, he saw too many new things beyond his cognition. He once doubted whether he was living in a dream. Moreover, the Eighth Route Army did not shy away from the 35th Army during the battle. This situation made the preserved lieutenant general have to daydream.

Could it be?

The Eighth Route Army wants to call for peace?

In fact, Lao Li's idea is very simple. A lion will fight a rabbit with all its strength, not to mention that the current enemy is two special regiments.

When the last Type 97 medium tank that rushed into the position was blown up by the soldiers with 40mm fire, Li Da, the commander, immediately picked up the portable communicator and ordered:

"Hit me! Blast him!"

"First and second battalions, prepare for battle! Rush up with me to kill the enemy infantry!"

"Notify Sun Desheng! Let them chase the devil's cavalry after the bombardment! Then send a telegram to the escort formation, requesting Captain Wang Hai to assist the combat mobile company in the battle."

With a series of resounding orders, the entire Marine Corps instantly changed from a thick shield to a sharp sword.

The first to act was naturally the artillery company directly under the regiment headquarters. They aimed the 107mm fire at the 14th Cavalry Regiment four kilometers ahead, and then completed the unified firing under the command of the company commander.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Six rocket launchers lined up in a row fired almost at the same time, and one after another 107mm rockets weighing 18.8 kilograms flew towards the Japanese with long tail flames.

The surging air waves stirred up countless dust, and even laymen would feel that it was extraordinary.

Nine seconds later, all 72 rockets whistled out.

As if thinking of something important, Captain Li turned his head and said to Lieutenant General Guo Su beside him:

"Commander Chen, let your cavalry and infantry prepare to set off! Your mission is simple! Kill those defenseless Mongolian troops for us."

"We have rules, and we have to trouble you for this kind of thing."

"Don't worry about the casualties. The soldiers of our Marine Corps will definitely rush in front of your 35th Army."

Although the commander of the Eighth Route Army in front of him was only a colonel, for some reason Chen Jieshan couldn't resist the other's personality charm. After hearing Li Yunlong's arrangement, he subconsciously replied without even thinking:

"Received! Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"Please rest assured, Commander Li! The troops of the Eighth War Zone have never been cowards! We will definitely follow your pace."

The whole process of the two people's conversation made Zhao Gang smile knowingly. During the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, his own commander had commanded a division of preserved soldiers. Now it is even more exaggerated. The entire war zone listens to his orders.

If this continues, the corners of the bald man will be dug out by Li Yunlong.

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Because the speed of war horses is slightly slower than that of tanks, the 14th Cavalry Regiment did not keep pace with the 71st Tank Regiment during the attack.

A blessing in disguise, they can live a little longer for the time being.

Looking at those cicada tanks that killed all around, Kawasaki Zentaro's eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

"Is this how the people of the Republic of China felt back then?"

As a cavalryman, the old devils are naturally repelled by iron lumps, but it does not mean that he does not understand how strong the combat effectiveness of a well-trained armored force is.

The tank that could easily destroy nearly ten Type 97 medium tanks must be a secret weapon developed by the Eighth Route Army for the attack on Suiyuan. The hundreds of cavalrymen under his command are definitely not a match for them.

Although they don't know how the Eighth Route Army sent the tanks to the battlefield, their regiment must now consider how to retreat smoothly.

That's a tank. You can't just use sabers and lances to fight the armored forces head-on. Only a madman would do it.

"Send a telegram to Lieutenant General Nishihara immediately and report back to the headquarters that the Eighth Route Army has tanks!"

"Throw away all heavy weapons and baggage and go into battle lightly. You are not allowed to bring anything except the dry food and ammunition you carry with you! The front team will turn to the rear team! Everyone retreat immediately!"

"I don't believe that the Eighth Route Army's tanks can take into account both firepower and speed!"

In Kawasaki Zentaro's cognition, at least the same type of tank can penetrate the front armor of the Type 97 medium tank.

The maximum speed of the Type 97 tanks is 38 kilometers per hour. Even if the Eighth Route Army's tanks are more powerful, they can't exceed 45 kilometers per hour.

In this way, there is still a great chance that he can escape successfully.

But just when the entire regiment was about to speed up, a ball of red fire that was brighter than the sun at noon appeared. They crossed the wreckage of the 71st Tank Regiment and sprinkled in an arc on the only way to retreat.

That graceful arc looked like a waterfall of fiery red steel.

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosion, like thunder and tiger roar, instantly made the Japanese cavalry near the landing point lose their hearing, and streams of blood flowed from their ears.

Unfortunately, the pain could not last too long.

Between the earth and the mountains, a group of exploding fireballs bloomed in the ranks of the 14th Cavalry Regiment, creating an insurmountable sea of ​​death.

Although the 107 fire is still in the experimental stage at this stage, neither the hit rate nor the stability has met Huang He's original expectations.

But quantity can make up for the lack of quality. As long as there are enough shells, there is no need to worry about missing the target. Moreover, poor dispersion is not entirely a disadvantage. Artillery fire is also a matter of fate.

With just one round of volleys, hundreds of war horses were engulfed in flames and explosions.

Even the cavalry, which is famous for its mobility, could not escape the fate of being turned into charcoal and minced meat.

It is worth mentioning that the 14th Cavalry Regiment was mixed with many logistics vehicles of the 71st Tank Regiment.

Some trucks have not yet had time to unload the fuel and ammunition prepared for the armored forces.

Those flammable and explosive materials became the perfect explosive materials at this time, and the chain-like explosions saved the soldiers of the Marine Regiment a lot of trouble.

"Baga! What kind of artillery is this!"

"Quick! Give Lieutenant General Nishihara another chance to generate electricity! Report all the current situation!"

"That's right! We must put all the blame on that loser Yokoyama Isamu! Our alliance has suffered such serious losses, and we must find a scapegoat with a suitable identity."

Since Zentaro Kawasaki had been staying at the rear of the team, the shelling just now did not cost him his life.

At this time, the old Japanese whipped the horse under him with a riding crop while giving orders to the communications staff officer on the left. Until now, he still felt that he could return to the station smoothly.

It is not difficult to understand why the blame was passed on. After all, the two regiments had nearly a thousand horses and fifty-two tanks of various types when they set off.

Fortunately, not only was the 71st Chariot Regiment wiped out, but only a hundred of his own cavalry were left. If Hengshan Yong had not been blamed, he might have committed seppuku after returning home.

Anyway, the dead person can't speak, so it's up to him to decide how to explain.

"Your Majesty Colonel! Something bad has happened!"

"Look behind you! The enemy tanks are approaching rapidly! If this continues, we will definitely be overtaken by the Eighth Route Army!"

As soon as these words came out, Kawasaki Zentaro turned around to check with surprise.

I saw twenty-four tanks chasing behind them. From the black smoke behind them, it was easy to see that the other side was advancing at full speed.

As cavalry, the surviving Japs are very sensitive to speed.

Just by observing with the naked eye, they could see that the speed of the Eighth Route Army's armored forces was no less than fifty kilometers per hour. This astonishing fact made Zentaro Kawasaki desperate.

In order to increase their speed, they had just lost all their heavy weapons.

Without field artillery and rapid-fire artillery, people like myself are no match for tanks, and they don't even have the ability to fight back.

"Baga! What kind of monster is this! Why can it combine firepower and speed at the same time! Is this a light tank or a medium tank?"

"Run! Keep running! Everyone run separately! There are not many Eighth Route Army tanks! There are only twenty-four! If we run separately, we still have a chance to survive!"

After hearing the order from their captain, the surviving Japs immediately split up into teams of several.

It's a pity that in addition to the tanks behind them, the Blenheim fighter jets in the sky will not let them go.

Faced with the coordinated gangster style of air and ground, Kawasaki Zentaro hesitated for a moment, then turned around and charged towards the Cicada tank while waving his saber.

"What a black card! Onboard!"

I'm a waste