Chapter 440: No Negative Reviews Until the Grave, the Devil's Decisive Weapon
Facts have proved that the Japanese troops guarding Xinxiang Airport are really capable of standing out from the many battalions of a Type B division.
Especially the major Nakamura Kenichi, who had the highest rank at the scene. The old devil rushed out of his lounge as soon as he heard the abnormal whistling sound.
Life and death are in a moment. If he is a few seconds slower, the 105mm howitzer will cover the area where he is.
Looking at the messy barracks and command towers full of wounded soldiers, Nakamura Kenichi's heart was suddenly filled with rage, and the impulse of revenge almost made him lose the ability to think.
However, as the highest commander at the scene, the old devil knew that he must not be disturbed by negative emotions.
After forcibly calming down, he pulled out a captain from the surviving crowd and directly helped the other party regain his sanity with a few big shots.
"Baga! Get your soldiers moving!"
"Find out the identity of the attacker and find the exact location of the enemy's artillery position! If we don't know where the shells came from, we'll be waiting to die!"
Thanks to the strong intervention of the backbone, the grassroots soldiers have escaped from the chaotic state and started to perform their duties to save themselves.
Although the combat status of these Japanese soldiers has declined significantly after more than a year of comfortable life, their strength is less than 70% of their peak period.
But they can become the only garrison force at the airport and survive the attack of the Eighth Route Army's close support aircraft. Their foundation is naturally outstanding.
After a careful investigation by the sentry, the Japanese finally locked the location of the artillery position of the 1st Marine Brigade.
"Major! The enemy is directly south of us, about five kilometers!"
"It's the Eighth Route Army, it must be the Eighth Route Army! Guosu's First War Zone can't possibly have the courage to organize an attack, that Tang EB is just an empty shell who can only show off his skills."
After receiving the intelligence from the observer, Nakamura Kenichi did not lead the soldiers around him to charge the enemy's artillery position like some of his reckless colleagues.
After a brief thought, he decided to avoid the bombardment first and wait for everyone to gather before taking action.
"The enemy who attacked us must be the paratroopers of the Eighth Route Army! Gather all the soldiers who are still alive! Only by repelling the enemy can we save the plane and the runway!"
"Notify the special attack team! Let them take the weapons sent by the lieutenant general! Today is the day for it to become famous!"
"Hi!"
From Nakamura Kenichi's perspective, the Eighth Route Army's strength in Henan Province is not strong. The only unit that can use heavy firepower and appear and disappear in a mysterious way can only be the Marine Brigade that has been on the newspapers many times.
Faced with such elite troops, they had no choice but to fight to the death.
As for defending the airport and waiting for reinforcements?
What a joke, what's the difference between doing this and waiting to die?
Now the enemy's main force has crossed into northern Henan from the Zhongtiao Mountains, and the 35th Division is likely to be in a dilemma of being unable to split up, and the existence of theoretical reinforcements is questionable.
What's more, with just the defensive fortifications they have, they will be crushed sooner or later if they are a turtle in the airport.
Rather than waiting to die, it's better to rush up and fight hard.
Two minutes later, all the devils were in place. Looking at the remaining 70% of the soldiers, Nakamura Kenichi took a deep breath and issued the last order of his life.
"The navy idiots can fly in flames, and the army of our great Japanese brother country is not a coward! Army Aviation! Immediately start the remaining Type 97 fighters and provide fire support for the infantry as much as possible!"
"Except for the 10th squadron as a reserve, the rest of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd squadrons all rush up to engage the enemy in close combat!"
"Don't be afraid of the enemy's tanks. This time we have secret weapons that are professional for dealing with armored units, and we will definitely make those unsophisticated Eighth Route Army lose soldiers and generals!"
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Since the battle started, the artillery attack of the 1st Marine Brigade has lasted for a full five minutes.
In fact, the Japanese should feel fortunate that this small battle did not take place a year later.
Otherwise, what is flying over their heads now is not just a simple 105 or 120. It might really be the Eighth Route Army version of the M40, or the GPF155 is firing.
After witnessing the target they were guarding suffer a devastating blow from the enemy's artillery, the devils at Xinxiang Airport burst out with amazing execution.
Kenichi Nakamura and the three squadron leaders set an example by standing at the front. Without saying a word, they drew their samurai swords and rushed forward with their respective teams.
Hundreds of Japanese infantrymen held Type 38 rifles and bayonets, keeping the skirmish line and following closely behind.
The overall charge of these people really had a taste of desperate.
"Hei Ka! Get on board!"
Looking at the aggressive enemy, Zhang Dabiao retracted his body into the trench, then picked up the portable communicator in his hand and asked:
"Brigade commander, the little Japanese have taken the bait, and the number is about 600. I haven't seen the shadow of heavy weapons yet, but the enemy is likely to hide two or three mountain and field artillery."
Hearing this, Li Yunlong in the back immediately raised the telescope in his hand.
Looking at the enemy who was charging in the distance and roaring from time to time, he responded in a relaxed tone:
"Let the comrades of the fire support company open fire and use 81mm mortars to treat the enemy well."
"As for Sun Desheng, the entire crew of the Fighter Mobile Company can launch a charge at any time, and will cooperate with your paratroopers to break through the enemy's formation."
"Lions fight rabbits with all their strength, so be careful of the enemy's hidden tricks."
As the two talked, the second squadron, which was at the forefront, had already stepped into the range of the 81 mortars.
The area around Xinxiang Airport was almost open, which meant that the Japanese infantry had no natural cover for them to use during the charge.
In other words, facing the mortars ready to go, the enemy had no way to avoid it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amid the crisp and intensive sound of artillery fire, more than a dozen rounds of projectiles, with the momentum of moving forward courageously, hit the scattered lines of the Japanese infantry fiercely.
The well-made shells exploded in the formation, abruptly interrupting the momentum of the Japanese's charge. The second squadron, which took the lead, suffered heavy losses in the first wave.
A small number of lucky ones were directly killed on the spot, and they formed a team to meet their Amaterasu without saying a word.
The seriously injured were naturally not feeling well either. They were seriously lacking battlefield first aid tools and military doctor's notebooks, and could only hold their limbs and wail and wait for death.
At this moment of life and death, and a dilemma, Nakamura Kenichi decisively ordered the artillery following behind:
"Artillery unit! Smoke bombs! Release the smoke immediately to block the enemy's vision and make all the artillery of the Eighth Route Army blind!"
As soon as these words came out, the sound of grenade launchers firing rang out from behind the three infantry squadrons. After a while, a large amount of white smoke successfully completed the task of dividing the battlefield.
Facts have proved that the smoke blocking tactic is indeed useful.
After the line of sight was blocked, the damage efficiency of the 1st Marine Brigade was much lower than before. The devils hurriedly seized the hard-won opportunity and rushed forward in time.
Seeing that the distance between the enemy and us was getting closer and closer, Nakamura Kenichi could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart.
The firepower of the Eighth Route Army is indeed very strong, but as long as they advance a certain distance, their own artillery can use mortars or even grenade launchers to fight back, thus breaking the situation where they can only be beaten but not fight back.
"It's time to pledge allegiance to His Majesty Tianhuang! Warriors! Get on board!"
When Kenichi Nakamura's wishful thinking was in full swing, the sound of the mortar shells exploding suddenly stopped. For a moment, the battlefield fell into a different kind of silence.
Da da da.
Just as the devils were wondering, the dull sound of heavy machine guns suddenly resounded over the battlefield.
The red trajectory of the tracer bullets cut through the smoke, like a life-threatening death ray, easily tearing the devil infantry in the front into pieces.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Following the guidance of the heavy machine gun, small-caliber high-explosive grenades followed one after another.
The evil ghost in the smoke has already revealed its fangs.
In the steel storm of tank guns and bullets, the Japanese were like leeks harvested in large batches by sickles, falling one row after another on the way to charge.
"What a terrifying firepower, and there are light tanks to help. The Marine Brigade is really worthy of its reputation!"
Although he had already made psychological preparations before the war, the gap in combat power between the two sides still made Nakamura Kenichi's eyebrows jump wildly.
At this moment, he finally understood one thing. That is, with only three infantry squadrons in his hands, he was absolutely not qualified to challenge the Eighth Route Army paratroopers.
However, the almost one-sided situation in front of him did not make this Japanese lieutenant colonel retreat, but instead completely aroused his bloodiness.
"First and second squadrons, follow me and charge up to engage the enemy in close combat! Third squadron, outflanking from the side! We have an absolute advantage in numbers, and victory will definitely belong to our country!"
"Special agent team, the infantry will cover you as you approach the enemy's armored units."
"The Eighth Route Army has only eight light tanks. With the experimental data of secret weapons, we can definitely annihilate the enemy! It's time to be loyal to His Majesty Tianhuang, board!"
A series of brainwashing mobilizations immediately made the grassroots soldiers regain their fighting spirit. Coupled with the leading example of their own major, everyone launched a death charge with red eyes.
It is worth mentioning that in the queues of the two squadrons in front, there were more than 30 very wretched figures.
These devils did not carry any conventional light weapons, but held a strange object shaped like a toilet plunger.
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Ten minutes later, the three infantry squadrons sent the special agent team to the designated combat area at the huge cost of 70% of their own personnel reduction.
Since there are no natural shelters around Xinxiang Airport, these secret weapons can only lurk in the pile of corpses and wait for the "prey" to take the bait.
Feeling the vibration of the ground, Captain Hisano Tetsuya said excitedly:
"Gentlemen, the enemy's armored forces are coming soon! Although we only have one chance to attack, the piercing mines will definitely blow up the enemy's light tanks!"
Yes, the secret weapons mentioned by the Japanese are the piercing mines that are said to be despised by dogs.
Due to the unique matching mechanism of the Asian battlefield, the Japanese army basically did not encounter any decent tanks or armored units in the early stage of the war.
That is, in Southeast Asia, a few super-model Matilda IIs can occasionally appear.
But even such a hard bone is often easily dealt with by the Japanese because of the poor performance of the British armored soldiers.
All kinds of illusions once made the Japanese headquarters optimistic. They even thought that the anti-tank means on the front line did not need to be updated.
As for the complaints of grassroots soldiers?
Just ignore it. The country doesn't need cowards. A true warrior should overcome difficulties on his own.
Unfortunately, good times always come to an end. As the Cicada tanks show their strength in North China, the top management of this company has received more and more reports and applications.
Under the repeated urging of the front line, a romantic weapon unique to Showa men, the favorite collection of every battlefield assault player, the toilet plunger type 2 thorn mine, made a brilliant appearance!
This thing will bring users a once-in-a-lifetime limited experience.
Due to its special operating principle and usage, the thorn mine tomb has not received any negative reviews from any users so far, and it can be regarded as one of the epoch-making products in the history of human weapons.
Because the toilet plunger needs a strong impact to detonate, Tetsuya Kuno and others can only be forced to launch an attack at a distance of ten meters.
Seeing the Cicada tanks of the 1st Marine Brigade approaching, the special agents who were still pretending to be dead took off their disguises and launched a suicide attack with thorn mines in their hands.
"Hei Ka, load!"
The sudden ambush did not catch the paratroopers off guard. The comrades, who were highly focused, pulled the trigger almost as soon as the enemy suddenly rose.
At the same time, the self-defense machine guns on the Cicada tanks also fired synchronously, coordinating with the infantry to further intercept the suicide attack.
Da Da Da!
Although the fighter squad reacted quickly, a Japanese soldier still rushed up.
At a distance of two meters from the Cicada, he used all his strength to poke the thorn mine out and shouted fanatically: "Your Majesty Tian Huang! My mission is accomplished!"
From the theoretical data, the thorn mine can completely penetrate the 150mm honest armor.
However, the above theory has a very important premise, that is, the operator must make it collide with the contact surface of the target at a completely horizontal angle.
This devil stepped on a crater during the charge, and the force and angle were not enough to detonate the mine, so naturally he failed to complete the suicide miracle.
After killing the enemy in front of him with one shot, a young soldier picked up the mine on the ground and said with a puzzled look on his face:
"Is the 12th Army of Henan Province so poor that it can't even afford to eat? Why did this devil go to the battlefield with a dung fork?" (End of this chapter)