Chapter 312 Renault R35 Soma S35?
Chapter 312 Renault R35 + Soma S35?
"Comrades! Get ready!"
With Li Yunlong's order, the first Shanxi Human-Machine Tug of War Competition officially began.
Dozens of soldiers stood in order from high to low. They wore gloves and goggles and grabbed the cable on the tail of the Blenheim fighter. They only waited for their commander to give the order again before they started to exert force.
"pull!"
After receiving the final order, everyone straightened their front legs and lunged with their back legs, and their overall center of gravity fell backwards.
At the same time, Captain Wang Hai started the engine and slowly pushed the throttle lever, trying to give the fighter jet greater thrust when it started to taxi.
The above operation can be called a human ejection start, or a fixed-point takeoff on a short runway.
Since the Blenheim is a rear three-point fighter, improper operation during afterburner will cause it to fall over. The pilot must make various adjustments based on the real-time status of the vehicle.
At this stage, there are definitely no more than twenty people in the Kongyi Division with this level of technology.
Looking at the various instruments in front of him and feeling the shaking of the fighter fuselage, Captain Wang Hai picked up the communicator and shouted to the comrades of the 1st Marine Regiment:
"put!"
The moment they received the instruction, the soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment gave up almost at the same time, and everyone fell to the ground due to inertia.
After a short taxiing, the Blenheim fighter took off smoothly with minimal resistance and maximum acceleration, and there was no problem with the landing gear on the left wing.
After a while, Captain Wang Hai returned to the formation with the crew members and Qilu and a half.
Dozens of aircraft of various types quickly climbed to altitude and flew neatly toward the border airport in the southwest.
"Commander Chen, do you, the 35th Army, plan to return to the Houtao area on your own? Or will you temporarily accompany our 1st Marine Regiment and advance towards Anbei?"
Hearing Li Yunlong's voice, Chen Jieshan withdrew his gaze from the retreating escort formation.
After his eldest brother safely evacuated the battlefield, his first priority became to protect as many troops as possible. After all, leading troops to defect and changing camps alone were two different concepts.
Considering that there is a certain probability that the Mongolian army will continue to send troops to search, the preserved lieutenant general hesitated for a moment and replied:
"If possible, I hope to continue to follow the 1st Marine Regiment. Suiyuan is barely the home of the Eighth War Zone. Having the 35th Army leading the way can save you a lot of trouble."
"If anything involves the secrets of your department, I will definitely lead my soldiers to avoid it in advance."
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask, and don't look at things you shouldn't see. I know all these things, so you can rest assured, Captain Li."
This answer was completely within Li Yunlong's expectation. Anyone could tell that the other party wanted to change sides. He first smiled and nodded, and then motioned to Zhao Gang to receive the friendly troops.
Professional matters must be looked at by professionals, and he can rest assured when his own political commissar handles his affairs.
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One day later, the headquarters of the Mongolian Army.
Compared with before, today's combat conference room was very deserted and the atmosphere was a little heavy. The big and small staff members have disappeared, only three people are discussing something.
"Nishihara-kun, you really disappoint me."
"Commander Gangcun paid a lot of money to expand the cavalry group. Not only did he use the contacts he had accumulated in the past, he even made a slightly loss-making business with the Kwantung Army."
"But you were lucky. Not only did the 1st Marine Regiment of the Eighth Route Army rescue the dying Seven and a Half Soldiers under our noses, but you also lost two special regiments at once."
"If the current momentum continues to develop, sooner or later our troops stationed in Mongolia will become a shame to the North China Front. You need to reflect on it."
Looking at Issaku Nishihara who was silent in front of him, the current commander of the Mongolian Army Garrison Jutaro Amakasu frowned involuntarily.
Although the two are nominally superior and subordinate, they have the same military rank, both lieutenant generals.
If we speak too harshly now, it will definitely affect future coordinated operations and pave the way for the outcome of the entire battle.
What's more, the other party is very sincere. Not only did he come all the way from Baotou to Zhangjiakou to report on his work, but he also kept his attitude very low as soon as he entered the door.
With such an apologetic look, even if I have a temper, I won't be able to get angry.
For the sake of the overall situation, Amakasu Jutaro had no choice but to hold his nose and take the initiative to excuse his colleagues.
"Hey, I can't blame you entirely for this."
"If it weren't for the two captains who were eager for quick success and determined to disobey your orders and continue to pursue the Eighth Theater, the cavalry group would not have suffered a major blow."
"I will truthfully report the situation to Commander Gangcun and secure a certain supply of troops for you."
As soon as these words came out, Nishihara Issei finally had an expression on his face.
Originally, chasing down the remnants of the 35th Army was a good job. After all, the enemy had caused trouble to the Mongolian troops stationed in the Suiyuan area in recent years and was a thorn in the side of the entire North China Front.
Whoever can kill seven and a half will definitely become the winner in life with promotion and salary increase.
But who would have thought that Cheng Yaojin, a marine regiment, would suddenly appear midway. They not only descended from the sky and robbed the pursuit target, but also used incredible methods to kill two regiments.
Thinking of this, Nishihara Issei suddenly felt that the mere two colonels were not enough to take the blame for him.
So he stared at the commander of the intelligence department with fierce and hateful eyes, as if he was the culprit responsible for the defeat of the war.
"The Empire invests a lot of real money in the intelligence department every year. That much money is not to support a group of useless people who only know how to eat."
"It has been five months since the Central Plains Campaign, and your intelligence department has only obtained the name of the commander of the 1st Marine Regiment. There is no trace of the other side's basic organization and personnel ratio."
"Now the Eighth Route Army has quietly created an armored force. What use do I have for you useless people?"
Hearing the scolding from his superiors, the colonel of the intelligence department could only bow his head and respond. If he dared to show any dissatisfaction now, he would definitely end up in a big fight.
He didn't want to take the blame, but he had to take it. Who said that intelligence is very important in modern warfare, and sometimes it can even be a decisive factor in the final decision.
As for the matter of collecting intelligence, the Japanese colonel can only say that he did his best and left it to fate.
The Eighth Route Army has now turned the entire Shanxi into an iron barrel. The agents sent out basically never return and cannot obtain any valuable intelligence at all.
Even the name of the commander of the 1st Marine Regiment was the news from the preserved fruit.
"Hey! You are teaching me a lesson!"
"Next, our intelligence department will continue to work hard to collect information about the Eighth Route Army's airborne troops and armored troops as soon as possible!"
"Long live the great Japanese brother country, long live His Majesty the Locust!"
The resounding slogan did not relieve the pressure on Shigetaro Amakasu, but made the old devil feel melancholy. He first sighed deeply, and then came to the strategic situation map.
The original sphere of influence of the Mongolian Army was divided into three parts, namely the southern part of Chahar, the northern part of Shanxi, and the eastern part of Suiyuan.
With the rapid increase in the strength of the Eighth Route Army and the gradual counterattack, the Datong area has been recovered by the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region, one of the three main forces, and the Japanese army has completely lost control of Shanxi.
Being able to become a commander, Shigetaro Amakasu is naturally not a master who will be beaten blindly.
The old devil first transferred troops from the direct troops of the North China Front Army, and then took advantage of the Eighth Route Army's rest and recuperation to decisively attack, driving away the Seventh Route Army and completely occupying the entire Suiyuan area.
For the current Mongolian Army, how to defend the vast Suiyuan is the primary task.
After all, Chahar has a geographical advantage, and the direct troops of the Kwantung Army and the North China Front Army can send troops to support at any time. Once the Eighth Route Army attacks rashly, it will be surrounded on three sides.
The situation in Suiyuan is worse. There are large grasslands and deserts there, and it is difficult to establish a stronghold for garrisoning.
If the Eighth Route Army can secretly send an armored unit to attack the hinterland from the west, there is a high probability that they will be taken away by the enemy in one wave.
Therefore, for Shigetaro Amakasu, it is imperative to find out the model of the enemy's tanks and make corresponding plans.
"Mr. Nishihara, if I remember correctly, your 71st Tank Regiment should be equipped with Type 95 light tanks and Type 97 medium tanks."
"The Eighth Route Army must have used light tanks + medium tanks to defeat Yokoyama Isamu's troops. From past experience, the opponent is likely to use French tanks or British tanks."
"Whether it is the combination of Valentine and Matilda, or Renault R35 and Soma S35, it seems that they can easily tear through the defense line of our armored forces."
As soon as these words came out, the two of them fell into a dead silence.
Although they were in the relatively comfortable battlefield in Asia, as senior officers, they naturally had some understanding of advanced tanks in Europe.
As light tanks and medium tanks, none of the above combinations were their opponents. Once a tank war broke out in the Suiyuan area, their own broken things would likely become battlefield blacksmiths.
At that time, the final outcome would be a 30-70 split, and the Eighth Route Army's three punches would directly make the Mongolian army pass the first seven days.
A minute later, it was Nishihara Issaku who finally lost his temper and broke the silence.
"Amakasu-kun, I think before we get the specific information about the enemy's tanks, we should try to use the Army Aviation to target the armored forces of the Eighth Route Army."
"It is indeed a mean act to launch an attack from the air, but we have to admit that fighter planes are highly efficient in ground attacks."
"Once we have specific information, or even capture an enemy tank, I will personally suggest to Commander Gangcun that we try to develop a targeted individual anti-tank weapon locally."
Hearing the suggestion of his colleague, Amakasu Shigetaro nodded subconsciously.
Based on his understanding of the Eighth Route Army, whenever a new weapon appears in the enemy's troops, it often becomes standard equipment in a short time.
There are only a hundred tanks left in his own Mongolian army, so why should he fight a tank war with them?
Thinking of this, the old devil suddenly had an idea.
Now the Eighth Route Army has an absolute advantage in equipment, and Suiyuan and Hebei provinces are mostly plains. If they just defend blindly, their defense will sooner or later be penetrated by air-to-ground coordination and infantry-tank coordination.
Rather than being gradually eroded, it is better to try to take the initiative to attack and use the terrain of Shanxi to minimize the gap in weapons between the two sides.
Although this is just a possibility, the more Amakasu Shigetaro thought about it, the more reliable it seemed. So he said to Nishihara Issaku beside him with a little excitement:
"What do you think of us taking the initiative to attack?"
"If we are the attacker, we can dispatch six divisions and five independent mixed brigades at once. Add the Kwantung Army's aviation, that's more than 100,000 troops plus a hundred planes."
"We haven't even counted the Imperial Army yet. By then, it won't be a problem to gather an army of 200,000 people."
Such a bold idea made Nishihara Issaku sweat coldly.
The above-mentioned forces are already the entire assets of the North China Front Army. The last time so many troops were gathered was to deal with the national army in the Zhongtiao Mountain area.
If they win, everyone will be happy. If they deal with the Eighth Route Army, they can take over the entire North China. But if they lose, the consequences will be disastrous. At that time, the Kwantung Army will be attacked.
The Northeast is the lifeblood of the empire and cannot tolerate any loss.
"Mr. Amakasu, don't get excited. This matter involves many forces and needs to be considered in the long run."
"I personally suggest that you consult Commander Okamura. After all, this kind of plan related to the future of North China still needs to be approved by the other party in the end."
"If you ask now, at most you will be scolded a few times, and there will not be any big losses."
"Okay!"
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North P, North China Front Army Headquarters.
Looking at the telegram in his hand, Okamura Ningji's face was full of crazy expressions. As a thorough advocate of war, he was very interested in this all-in strategic plan.
At present, the forces of the North China Front Army are scattered in many cities, and it is very difficult to deal with the full-scale attack of the Eighth Route Army. If they attack in turn, the overall situation will be much clearer.
Moreover, if North China is taken, it can be fought from Shanxi to Hankou and finally marched into Sichuan, directly cutting off the rear route of the entire Central Plains.
This was the route that the Yuan army took to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty. Okamura Yasuji was very knowledgeable about this mysterious thing.
"Commander, I think Amakasu Shigetaro's plan is feasible."
"The transportation in the Chahar area is convenient, and the Pingsui Railway passes through the Zhangjiakou area, so there is no need for heavy guards. The entire Suiyuan area has been occupied by the Mongolian troops, and there is no worry about taking the initiative to attack southward."
"As for Hebei, it is under our control. We only need to leave a very small number of troops to undertake the security war, and there is no need to worry about being attacked from both sides."
"In addition, the 11th Army is still fighting in Central China, which limits the main energy of Guosu. Now is definitely the best time to launch a major battle."
The words of his own chief of staff further strengthened Okamura Yasuji's idea.
The old devil stood up and walked to the map, and began to analyze the consequences and gains and losses of the active attack.
"Okay! You should make a plan immediately and send it to General Hata Shunroku and the mainland."
"This scale of operation is not something you and I can decide, but I believe everyone will be interested in this plan. After all, the Eighth Route Army is very powerful, and they will threaten the interests of the empire sooner or later."
"Yes! That's it! The telegram to the mainland must emphasize the threat of the Eighth Route Army to Manchuria!"
I took a whole day off today, I didn't go out and didn't check my phone, I paid off my debts