Chapter 527 Throw some Equipment to Lure the Enemy Deeper

After the passionate mobilization of Yutian Meilang, more than 70 Type 97 medium tanks with a combat weight of more than 15 tons advanced at full speed.

The indomitable momentum was obviously intended to break through the first line of defense of the Eighth Route Army in one go.

In contrast, the surviving more than 20 Type 95 light tanks were much more cautious. They always kept in mind the tactical principle of playing to their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses.

These small, crispy tanks weighing about seven tons cruised around the periphery of the battlefield, making the most of their mobility advantages, and cutting into the battlefield in one fell swoop when the time was right.

For a moment, the entire plain was filled with the roar of diesel engines.

The black smoke produced by incomplete combustion of fuel was connected into a piece, which looked like a visual sense of covering the sky and the sun.

"Boom!"

Just as Yutian Meilang was sharpening his knife and preparing to lead his team into the enemy camp to kill all around, something strange happened.

In a flash, the Type 97 medium tank that was the pioneer of the First Tank Brigade Command exploded on the spot without any warning.

Miss 75 was like the legendary flying knife that could kill immortals. She easily completed the flying head-taking trick.

The turret that took off from the spot even reflected the first rays of sunlight at dawn, which made the old Japanese's eyes hurt.

"Baga!"

"The main armored forces of our country can't play an advantage on the battlefield of the Republic of China. When will those useless manufacturers be able to develop and produce a powerful tank like the Type 4?"

"Three years and three years, where is the promised Type 1 medium-sized war tank!"

After a while of complaints, Yutian Meilang did not choose to continue to swell his face and pretend to be fat, but temporarily gave up the idea of ​​commanding the overall situation. He quickly closed the hatch and retracted the turret, focusing on the one from the heart.

There was no way. The rivets that flew everywhere just now made the left half of the armor of the command tank slap, almost killing the old Japanese.

What's more, the enemy's salvo was coming soon.

Although it hadn't happened yet, the old devils had already anticipated that an unknown number of anti-tank guns would spring up like mushrooms after rain, and then they opened cans for the First Tank Brigade one after another.

"Bang, boom, bang."

What you say is true.

In the continuous sound of metal collisions, more than a dozen Type 97 medium tanks lost their combat capability on the spot.

A 47mm anti-tank shell, accompanied by a sharp hissing sound, landed dangerously not far in front of the command tank.

It hit the ground like a volleyball, and then bounced off into the distance.

"Hold on! Don't panic, keep moving forward!"

"The enemy's firepower is obviously much weaker, and their ammunition reserves are approaching the limit."

"We have no way out, and we can only see the dawn of victory by rushing into the enemy's formation with infantry. When two sides meet on a narrow road, the brave will win!"

Facts have proved that those who turn against Tiangang often don't have a good ending.

As soon as the voice fell, the old Japanese saw a Type 95 light tank in the command post being hit, and dazzling sparks were created when the shell penetrated the front armor of the vehicle.

The next moment, a raging flame ignited inside the light tank, and the commander, who was covered in flames, directly opened the hatch and jumped out of the tank, wailing and rolling back and forth on the ground.

Yutian Meilang recognized the man, he was the first batch of students he brought out.

The other person's eyes were full of desire for life, as if he was begging the principal to save himself.

But Yutian Meilang, who was once respected and had a high prestige in the army, could not even send his students on their last journey.

The screams in the communication channel broke down the old Japanese's psychological defenses bit by bit, and he gradually began to doubt whether the tactics he had formulated were correct.

It was only one kilometer away from the first position of the Eighth Route Army, but this distance was like a natural moat.

After witnessing the tragic deaths of his subordinates many times, Yutian Meilang finally collapsed. He repeated the previous orders in a low voice over and over again, like a dog that has lost its home, or even more like an empty shell without a soul.

"Attack. Attack"

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When you walk by the river, your shoes will get wet.

It seems that all his luck has been used up, and Yutian Meilang's Type 97 command tank was finally hit.

Before the dizziness caused by the shell shock ended, the old Japanese soldier only felt that he was surrounded by a hot wind. For a moment, he even had the illusion of returning to his hometown to eat barbecue.

"The fire is too big"

"It's burnt"

Fire?

The old Japanese soldier who was muttering to himself was suddenly awakened. He looked back and saw that a raging fire had indeed ignited in the turret.

At this time, the gunner was sitting in the fire, and the fire was already in a state of simmering juice. The smell of burnt human flesh rushed straight into Yutian Meilang's mouth and nose.

"Major General! We were hit, the vehicle is damaged! All the crew members are seriously injured! The turret is on fire, let's evacuate!"

On his deathbed, Yutian Meilang heard the driver's report.

Obviously, this lucky guy was in good condition and was even able to complete the self-inspection of the tank in a short time.

Adhering to the idea that it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, the old Japanese immediately pushed open the turret cover and tried to evacuate and save himself.

But he soon found that the pair of legs that were originally strong had no strength at all. It was not until now that Yutian Meilang realized that his lower body was seriously injured and his life was cut off.

After a few seconds of silence, he made a very Showa decision.

The old Japanese struggled to climb into the cockpit with his hands and familiarity with the vehicle body. Although the turret of the Type 97 command vehicle was severely damaged, the power system was still barely usable.

Yoshiro Tamada pressed his eyes to the observation window, trying to find the firepower point of the Eighth Route Army, and then rushed over in the tank.

Showa, the real Showa.

At this moment, the kamikaze agent, the Kaiten torpedo and the driver of the Sakura suicide plane were with him.

"Boom!"

The good times didn't last long, and the Type 97 command vehicle was hit again.

Unlike the 47mm anti-tank shell last time, this time it was a 75mm high-explosive grenade that hit Yoshiro Tamada. Surrounded by the fire, the old devil had lost the ability to speak.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

He stared at the Eighth Route Army position close at hand, his face full of unwillingness and resentment.

After a while, the flames completely engulfed the ammunition rack, and the entire command tank was destroyed by the explosion.

Yoshiro Tamada's severely burned body, along with his proud second-class Order of the Rising Sun, merged into one with the iron coffin.

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Half an hour later, the Eighth Route Army's first line of defense battlefield command post.

Under the close cooperation of the comrades, the Fifth Division and the two security brigades have forcibly separated the First Tank Brigade and the Mobile Infantry Regiment.

Without the coordination of the infantry, the tanks cannot obtain real-time information on the battlefield environment and the enemy situation in time. Without the protection of the infantry, the armored forces alone cannot drive straight into the Huanglong.

The current battlefield situation is very good for the Eighth Route Army as the defender.

"Lao Hu, are we fighting too hard? The task assigned by the chief of staff is to lure the enemy deep into the territory. Now the enemy is almost dead. How can we lure the enemy?"

"Otherwise, blow the horn quickly and let the comrades retreat in turn."

Looking at the Japanese tank first division that seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, the political commissar of the fifth division of the Qilu Military Region was full of worry.

What is going on?

It was said that the Kwantung Army was the strongest force of the Japanese Army. It was said that the Japanese had learned the experience and lessons of the Nomonhan Battle. Why are they so weak?

This was the first time that the Fifth Division participated in a large-scale battle, and it was indeed a bit heavy.

But you can't just go to the ground. You are exhausted after less than a day of attack and defense.

After saying this, the commander of the Fifth Division was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the current situation is still under control and has not disrupted the strategic arrangements of the Tigers in the Forest and 103.

Adhering to the principle of saving face, he explained decisively:

"Luring the enemy deep into the territory is a science. This move must not only conceal our intentions and prevent the devils from noticing. We must also firmly grasp the enemy's nose and lead them step by step into the set trap."

"These two points are simple to say, but difficult to implement. Because whether we can lure the other party into the trap depends not only on our planning and arrangements, but also on whether the other party cooperates in action."

"Otherwise, no matter how well the trap is laid, it will be useless if the other party does not drill into it."

Hearing this, the political commissar immediately showed a thoughtful expression.

As a senior commander, he just lacked experience in large-scale battles, but his brain was extremely active, so he understood his partner's idea after a little thought.

The arrangement of his own division commander, to put it bluntly, was to break the traditional thinking and do the opposite.

Usually, luring the enemy deep into the territory is about showing weakness, so that the devils will misjudge their own capabilities too low, so that they can boldly rush forward and fall into the trap.

This move is indeed very classic, but it has been used too many times.

Even a fool will learn from his mistakes, let alone a cunning opponent like Okamura Yasuji.

So for this battle, the commander of the Fifth Division must first put on a tough attitude and use tenacious blocking to deal with the early attacks of the Kwantung Army and the North China Front Army.

In this way, it not only shows that the Qilu Military Region is really willing to fight the devils on the battlefield, rather than just a false shot.

It can also control the speed of the enemy's actions, so that the main force in the rear has sufficient time to complete the assembly and deployment in the designated area, wait for the enemy to tire, and calmly fight.

As for how to lure the enemy?

Of course, it is to pretend that there is insufficient ammunition and forced to retreat.

The worst case scenario is that in the process of retreat, some messy items of old equipment are deliberately discarded to create the illusion of a panic retreat.

Then deliberately leak the news to the local puppet army and traitors, saying that there is a problem with the logistics supply of the Shandong Provincial Military Region and it is ready to retreat to the Jiaodong Peninsula to wait for help.

After this set of combined punches, it is difficult for the red-eyed devils not to pursue. (End of this chapter)