Chapter 375: The Qingzhe Sect Is Online, and the Legend of Stealing Men Begins

The cavalry group was the second line of defense for the Japanese army.

"Your Majesty Lieutenant General, great news!"

"The warriors on each position temporarily withstood the enemy's attack on the frontal battlefield. Especially the group's engineering team, they even cooperated with the infantry to destroy several Eighth Route Army tanks."

"I don't know why, but the Republic of China people did not continue to advance. Maybe it was the 110th Division or the 26th Division that broke the deadlock."

The communications staff officer's report was like a powerful dose of adrenaline, giving the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield a glimmer of hope of survival.

However, two old Japanese soldiers, Itachi Nishihara and Goro Mano, knew in their hearts that the reason why the Eighth Route Army postponed its attack was just to reduce casualties.

Unlike our own side, the people of the Republic of China seem to have a deep obsession with war-loss ratio.

If we don't attack now, it will definitely be the calm before the storm, and there will definitely be a more ferocious offensive next.

"Why."

Looking at the tired soldiers and dilapidated positions around him, Nishihara Issaku took off his stained gloves and wiped his face, then ordered:

"Kill the horse and let the warriors eat the meat before fighting."

"All ministries are working hard to repair defenses and be prepared to fight and defend against air strikes at any time. Don't take it lightly."

Up to this point in the war, the role of cavalry has been minimal, so they can't really attack tanks with sabers.

Rather than letting the war horses carefully bred by his younger brother fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army, it would be better to kill them all and give them to the remaining warriors to satisfy their hunger. After all, even the only semi-motorized unit of the North China Front, the food of the cavalry group is not very good.

Eating a meal of meat can improve morale to some extent.

As if he had thought of something, the old devil Nishihara Issaku hesitated for a moment, and then added again to the communications staff:

"Tell the samurai again that the Sendai, Himeji and Kurume divisions are on their way to support. As long as we can hold on for a few more days, the three Class-A divisions will arrive on the battlefield."

"Hi!"

The so-called support is naturally a lie.

Even the Kwantung Army would be put off by the current state of North China. Judging from the current combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army, if an attack is carried out easily without gathering an equal number of troops, there is a high probability that it will end in a thousand-mile loss of lives.

What's more, there seems to be some trouble outside the pass. Some idealists who were once strangled by my younger brother's country actually show signs of resurgence in my younger brother's country, Guandong.

The most outrageous thing is that the modern equipment delivered to Manchuria is always inexplicably lacking.

At first it was just a few boxes of infantry equipment missing, which was not a big deal. The lower-level officers ignored the matter and directly reported daily training losses to their superiors.

But since last year, the situation has been escalating.

A series of advanced equipment such as armored vehicles, tanks, and aircraft placed in the arsenal always disappear in inexplicable ways. This was no small matter, and it even alarmed the top brass of the headquarters.

But even after searching the entire Kanto Territory, no equipment suspected of being stolen was found.

Therefore, Commander Umezu Yoshijiro had to plead guilty and personally went back to his homeland to explain to Tian Locust.

It was even more exaggerated in the middle of this year. The transport ship bound for Dalian lost contact with the mainland on the way. It was all important industrial equipment and imported machine tools.

Then think of those rumors that I am the emperor brother and you are the locust brother, and it is your destiny to recruit the Eight Banners.

Although no conclusive evidence has been caught, all signs indicate one thing, that is, a certain puppet does not want to live his life peacefully.

To this end, the local area also sent a large number of investigators, pretending that they would not leave until the truth was found out.

While Nishihara Issaku was still thinking wildly, three admirals headed by Mano Goro gathered around. They talked to each other and even began to study the retreat route.

Judging from the current situation, there should be no problem for the independent mixed second brigade of the cavalry group to hold on to the position for a few days.

After all, someone said that even if there were more than 20,000 pigs, let alone 20,000 people, it would take several days to kill them all.

"Pity!"

With Mano Goro's sigh, Nishihara Issaku's thoughts returned to reality, and the other two major generals around him also cast their eyes over.

"Unfortunately, our current troops are at the end of their rope, and only the 17th Tank Regiment still has some combat effectiveness."

"Otherwise, this time we can use ourselves as bait and cooperate with the Kwantung Army to attack the center. Before the Eighth Route Army's 129th Division and 120th Division can react, we can inflict heavy damage on the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region."

Obviously, Goro Mano and others did not doubt their general's rhetoric about reinforcements. They only assumed that the other party had received a secret telegram from Okamura Neiji and Amakasu Jutaro.

No one would joke about something like this. If the truth were exposed, wouldn't it cause a mutiny in the military?

"Still thinking about the center blooming?"

"Last time we talked about the flowering in the center, the person who wanted to imitate the emperor was Yoshio Iwamatsu. The grass on his grave now is one meter high."

"Our current task is to hold our position and cause as much damage to the Eighth Route Army as possible. We will discuss the rest after we leave this barren place."

After pouring cold water on his subordinates, Nishihara Issaku sat in the trench with an expressionless face.

In fact, his purpose is very simple. He simply wants to stimulate the desire for survival in his troops, so that the soldiers can burst out with stronger combat effectiveness.

As for when the truth is exposed, will anyone hate me?

Sorry, everyone is going to die, Nishihara Yice doesn't care about this kind of thing.

Suddenly, there was a roar of piston engines in the sky, and the faces of all the Japanese lieutenant officers and generals changed.

"Lieutenant General, enemy planes!"

Although it was not the first time they encountered bombing, most of the Japanese on the position would still be at a loss after hearing the sound of the Typhoon fighter.

There was no way, because they didn't have a decent field air defense system.

Facing the dive bombers of the Eighth Route Army, they were as helpless as fish on a felt board, and at most they could only choose a favorite position to fight stubbornly.

"What are you panicking about!"

"Order troops at all levels to prepare for battle, and enter the position immediately after the enemy's bombing is over, and be sure to be careful of the enemy's air-to-ground coordination!"

"Hi."

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The perspective came to the Second Air Division, Dai County.

As the commander of the close support aircraft unit, Fang Ziyi has always been very sensitive to time. Under his leadership, nearly a hundred fighters arrived at the designated airspace on time.

When the ground troops saw the friendly forces entering the battlefield, they immediately turned on all the searchlights to indicate the combat area and targets for the air force coming from afar.

"Wow, it's spectacular!"

"Captain Wang, this is our searchlight unit. It's amazing that it can make the early morning as bright as daytime."

"If these dazzling lights suddenly hit the sky, it will definitely affect the combat effectiveness of the air force. If several devices cooperate with each other, there may be unexpected gains."

Looking at the huge beams of light below, Captain Wang Hai smiled and almost fell into memories.

Although this battle was the first appearance of the searchlight unit, he was different from other pilots present. He had seen this special air defense equipment a long time ago.

Fortunately, similar things will not happen again in the current timeline. We already have a strong air force.

After a moment, Captain Wang took a deep breath and immediately ordered on the communication channel:

"Escort crews raise their altitude and spread out to maintain alert. Any crew that finds an enemy aircraft must report first and must not leave their post without my permission."

"Received!"

After the First Division climbed to the designated altitude, Fang Ziyi stared at the Japanese positions below, looking for high-value combat targets.

"Each crew, attack freely according to the areas assigned before the war. Be careful of the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower, and don't get too close to the ground because of greed."

"Report immediately if you find the artillery positions and armored units of the cavalry group, and start the action!"

After receiving the order, each crew began to dive shallowly.

With the help of the searchlight unit, the Japanese troops on the position could hardly hide themselves.

At the same time, the desperate devils also began to resist, shooting at the sky with their light and heavy machine guns and small-caliber anti-aircraft guns.

It's a pity that the Showa air defense was nine out of ten, and these sparse firepower were completely useless.

Especially the Type 99 heavy machine gun and the Type 92 heavy machine gun, even if the bullets are lucky enough to hit the fuselage of the Typhoon fighter, it is difficult to cause any substantial damage.

If we change the scene and put the current battle on the sea.

It is equivalent to all the carrier-based aircraft of a bold-class aircraft carrier besieging an antique fleet composed of several Hashidate and Kaifeng.

Things that make you furious, make friendly forces resentful, and make the enemy bold are destined not to happen in North China. If you want to get back at it, you can just wait for the Combined Fleet to bully Dai Ying.

At this moment, the position of the cavalry group is like a large open-air slaughterhouse. Every minute and every second, infantrymen are torn into pieces by machine guns or bombs.

Grassroots officers are better, and there are more or less anti-gun holes to hide.

But ordinary Japanese soldiers are not so lucky, and can only become fertilizer for the Xinding Basin in impotent rage.

In this attack, the Second Air Division also carried a small number of incendiary bombs. Unlike the bombing of the 110th Division, which was aimed at killing, this time it was simply to illuminate the rear positions with intense flames.

Accompanied by the roar of the Sabre engine, six elliptical napalm bombs fell behind the cavalry group.

"Boom boom boom!"

Groups of fiery red flames surged around like waves.

Under the huge high temperature, the reserve troops arranged by Nishihara Yice suffered a devastating blow.

Those old, weak, sick and disabled, like glass hit by a heavy hammer, dissipated in the flames with a snap. Even the weapons in their hands would turn into molten iron in a few seconds.

In an instant, the entire area turned into a sea of ​​fire, and at the same time illuminated the hidden heavy artillery positions and the 17th Tank Regiment. (End of this chapter)