Said: Fujita stood at the bottom of a xiǎo hill, holding a command knife in his right hand, and a Meiji Emperor-style Rendanhu on his mouth, looking majestic, looking at Baoshan County, which was not far from him.

"Order the Sixth Wing to speed up, and be sure to rush to Baoshan as soon as possible to eliminate all those Zhina. Teach the 101st Division how to fight. Although Lieutenant General Fujita's tone was arrogant, no one blamed him for it.

Because Fujita has this self-confidence, the difference between the 3rd Division and the 101st Division does give him enough confidence to evaluate the 101st Division in this way. It is true that a permanent horse division and a supplementary division are not at the same level.

But today Fujita did not look at the yellow calendar when it seemed to be out of mén, so everything did not go well today.

"Your Excellency, Baoshan has been occupied by the Chinese people!" , A bloodied captain stumbled in front of Fujita with several soldiers.

"Baga, where is your division commander? Where did he go? Fujita Susumu asked the captain sharply, and from the accent of the captain, Fujita Susumu could hear that this military cao was not from Nagoya, so it was obvious that he must be a soldier of the 101st Division.

"His Excellency the division commander committed suicide by disembowelment, and before he died, he ordered us to break out separately, we were separated, and now there are only a few of us left." The captain said with tears in his voice.

"Yaga, you're lying! Did Fuyan Yisheng commit suicide by disembowelment? How is it possible, although you are not a first-class division, but there are more than 15,000 people, how can it be that all of them can be broken in one afternoon! Fujita asked as he grabbed the captain by the collar and shouted viciously.

"Your Excellency, what I said is true, the people on the opposite side of the country first walked and bombarded us with heavy artillery, and then bombed us with planes. Then a large number of infantry were dispatched, and with the chariots in place, we broke through our position in a single level. Our positions were broken at once. The captain was not embarrassed to say how badly his position was constructed, and was completely crossed by the chariots of the people.

"Soga, what's your name!" , Fujita Susu's tone was fierce.

"Nobita Miura," Captain Miura stammered.

"Yo Xi!" , Fujita Jin nodded, he didn't care about the name of the captain in front of him, he cared about the strength of the army in front of him. "How many troops are attacking Baoshan from the opposite side?" , Nobita Miura tiǎn tiǎn dry mouth chúnlù made a bitter expression and said: "No more than 20,000 people, estimated to be about the strength of a division." "A division? The people of China defeated your division with one division? Fujita's eyeballs didn't bulge out at all, when did the Chinese army have such a strong combat effectiveness, and a division almost defeated a division of the empire?

"It was a division, they opened the way with artillery fire, and the infantry followed the charge with the chariots as the lead, and their infantry and chariots were very skillful in coordination, and their tactics were sophisticated, and it could be seen that they were by no means a newly formed unit. During the battle, I saw their flag, and they had a tiger head on it with a black sè on a white background. With Nobita Miura's narration, Fujita's face gradually began to look difficult.

"Chahar's men and horses, they are not the Zhina Zheng fǔ grass, they are the 102nd Infantry Division of the Chahar Zheng Fǔ."

I don't know when the day itself gradually separated the Chahar and Nanjing political fǔ from the armed ones in other parts of China. Although on the surface they still call the Seventh Theater of Operations the Ministry of Wisdom, no one dares to look down on this strong force that has repeatedly defeated them. So as soon as he heard that it was Chahar's army, Fujita immediately raised his vigilance.

"Order, all personnel to be vigilant, set up a straggler formation, search and advance." Fujita's orders were passed down layer by layer, and the 3rd Division, which was considered the lead by the 6th Division, was immediately on the verge of a great enemy.

"Moxi Moxi, I'm Susumu Fujita, report to Commander Matsui. We have received definite information that the attack on the 101st Division was the 102nd Division of China.

With the chariots as the vanguard, they were storming the 101st Division, and now it is estimated that they have occupied most of Baoshan. I asked the headquarters to send a tank brigade to support our operation, please! ”

Fujita, who put down the microphone, sank his face, he grabbed Nobita Miura's collar and ordered, and said with a hideous smile: "Captain Miura, now you all listen to my command, a few of you are in front as guides, and immediately take my troops to attack Baoshan, understand?" ”

"Hey!" "Wow! Fujita pulled out his command knife and pointed ahead and shouted a command.

"Kill haha!"

The 3rd Division and the 6th Regiment thought that the vanguard had killed Baoshan.

"Buzz ......"

A PS lightning reconnaissance plane swept over the 6th Wing, and it could see clearly a large crowd of yellow sè below.

The appearance of the plane made the Wing Commander of the Sixth Wing, Ichiro Shimada, feel a sense of foreboding.

"Everybody, the plane of the people of the branch has appeared, and everyone wants the bombing of the people of the heart." , Shimada's words made the ten soldiers of the Sixth Wing press even lower.

The soldiers were originally short, "the lower height limit at the time of conscription was only 1.5 meters, according to this standard, they could barely buy half a ticket when they took the train in later generations of Chinese tourism. In addition, the reason for bending over and pressing the bottom height as much as possible makes these cat-waisted soldiers one by one like the graves of the earthy yellow sè that can be moved in the field.

"Passing the order down" to xiǎo heart forward. ”

The Sixth Wing finally entered the territory of Baoshan, but the scene in front of them made their hearts tremble a little.

Autumn is supposed to be the harvest season, and the yellow-green scenery can make visitors can't help but linger. But now all this has been destroyed by human beings, and the ruined scenery is not reminiscent of the slightest scene of the past.

Ichiro Shimada, who was bent over, and the soldiers of the 6th Wing, who were on the march, did not notice that a lone PS lightning reconnaissance plane had just passed through the sky from their side again, and gently tilted the fuselage to its side, as if to confirm something, and then flew away.

Dozens of seconds later, there was a sudden sharp whistling sound in the air, and its sharp sound almost made the earth tremble as it tore through the sky. Ichiro Shimada's face turned pale in an instant, these cannonballs were aimed at him.

"Blame! Lie down! Lie down! The shouts of the officers suddenly sounded in the silent field, and the sudden orders of the officers and the nearer and nearer whistling in the air made the advancing soldiers who had been cats fall to the ground violently in the way of dogs eating mud.

"Boom!" At the moment when they lay down, the rain of bullets immediately fell, and Shimada Ichiro, who was sticking to his body in the ridges, only felt that the mountains were shaking for a while, and the originally silent earth was suddenly shrouded in dense gunpowder smoke and yellow soil that was blown into the air, and the darkness instantly swallowed up the light. The tree, which had been growing well, was also crushed into pieces by the impact of the cannonballs, and the scorching shrapnel hit the object high in the air before stopping.

More and more shells flew in, and the dense shells almost tore the ground apart. Ichiro Shimada, who was lying in the dust of the bombing between the ridges, saw that in the smoke and rain, there were a few stumps that had been blown away, and a few strands of torn clothes were hanging on the severed arms. and the broken ròu of the white huāhuā that was torn apart by the impact, dragging the blood and the loess in the air and dragging white lines to fall elsewhere. Ichiro Inada's mind was blank at this time, thinking that he had never experienced such fierce artillery fire after a long war. But the intensity of the shelling was beyond his expectation and bearing, and he lay on the ground tightly, praying that the ferocious artillery fire would stop as soon as possible.

"Slowly, Ichiro Shimada, who inadvertently put his ear to the earth, seemed to feel a regular vibration from the earth, as if he had seen it somewhere!" , "Chariots!" A shrill shout suddenly reminded him of that kind of sharp weapon of land warfare, the chariot!

The soldiers of the 6th Wing, who had not yet woken up from the shock of the shelling, heard dozens of screams of horror coming from the front.

Almost tacitly, the shelling stopped in an instant. But for the soldiers of the 6th Wing, the nightmare did not end.

The rumbling sound was mixed with the sonorous sound of the steel track turning, and the sound gradually became stronger and closer. The soldiers could even clearly see the slow movement of the guns on the chariots, and even the little red and black sè on the armor.

In the back, Shimada Ichiro could even clearly see the blood stains on the front armor plate of the tank with a telescope, which must have been splashed by the soldiers of the 101st Division during the ròu bomb attack. Although there were only a dozen tanks in front, it made thousands of "heroic, imperial soldiers" feel a little helpless.

"Yaga! All of them hide and look for cover. And you, anti-tank guns, quickly drag the anti-tank guns! Although Shimada Ichiro was a little flustered, his basic military qualities did not fall behind.

As the order was given, thousands of soldiers of the Sixth Wing, led by their respective officers, searched for shelter in place, and it was clear that the crater from the shelling had become their best shelter at this time.

The soldiers who lay down opened the safety of the 38 rifle one after another, raised the ruler and aimed ahead. Many of the soldiers craned their necks to look into the distance, because the chariot was still relatively new to them, and only a very small number of soldiers who had conducted joint military exercises with the chariot brigade knew what the chariot was.

"Quick, push the anti-aircraft cannon over!" In the sequence of the Japanese army, there was a part of the Jīng Rui troops equipped with the 37th battle defense artillery, and the 3rd Division was one of them.

"Set the ruler, the distance is four hundred, the azimuth is three two zero, reload!" "Reloaded!" "Put! ", a strong-looking gunner pulled the running bolt.

"Boom ......", a cannonball that dragged Huang Sè's flash flew forward like lightning.!.