Although Yamamoto Kazuki, a dead ghost, was beheaded by Kong Jie, his combat philosophy had successfully taken root in the North China Front.

With the information provided by Tegaoke, the command system and large targets of the defenders of the northern front have been devastated.

From a military point of view, the decapitation operation was very beautiful. The devil only paid the price of more than 200 people, leaving the two armies on the northern front in a state of no one to command.

This style of play was also used in the future Ardennes counterattack, and it was a silent tacit understanding between the Axis powers.

The rear has achieved fruitful results, and the front is naturally not to be outdone.

After receiving a request for tactical guidance from Shimizu Nori and Kenyoshi Ikegami, Okamura Ninji didn't say a word, and went directly to the headquarters of the 41st Division by plane.

"Shimizu-kun, your performance has disappointed me too much. I heard that because the offensive on the front line did not go well, you did not speak ill of me in front of your subordinates. ”

didn't give the other party a chance to refute, the old devil waved his hand and signaled everyone to be calm and continue their personal show.

"Alright, I know you have a stomach full of whining. I didn't think about this operation and didn't take into account the unexpected variable of the Eighth Route Army. ”

"I have transferred all the army aviation on the western, eastern, and northeastern fronts, and with the strength of one of your divisions and brigades, it is definitely enough to take Yuanqu County."

"Execute the order! Don't let me down! ”

To put it bluntly, the tactical guidance is that the current battle situation has reached a stalemate, which is beyond the ability of the highest commander of the troops on the spot, and can be understood as an elegant name for throwing the pot.

Although he was skeptical about the next arrangement, Shimizu still decided to carry out the order, after all, it was not his responsibility to do something.

"Hey!"

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As we all know, both the navy red deer and the army horse dung like stud command.

This is because the book is a small country and has few resources. Once a foreign war is launched, the domestic economy is under great pressure, and if you are not careful, it will collapse.

So their generals always like to gamble everything and try to win a quick game.

If you win, you will be promoted and make a fortune, and if you lose, you will commit suicide, and it is not a big deal.

The northern defense line of Zhongtiao Mountain has relatively flat terrain.

Okamura decided to take advantage of the time when the 1st Air Division of the Eighth Route Army was preparing to concentrate all the remaining planes of the 3rd Flying Group, the 32nd Flying Squadron, and the 83rd Flying Squadron.

It was a stud in which he was betting that the enemy air force would not bomb an area frequently in a short period of time, and that there was no connection between the defenders and the Eighth Route Army.

As it turned out, the old devil was right.

The 1st Air Force Division flew nearly 1,000 sorties in 24 hours, and all the pilots were physically and mentally exhausted and needed to rest, and there would be no air raid again for a while and a half.

After the defenders lost the command of their superiors, the Japanese on the northern front launched an unprecedented fierce attack.

The direction of advance chosen by Okamura Ninji was naturally the position of Zhao Shiling's 43rd Army.

As a Republic of China expert, the old devil knew that the Jin Sui Army did not listen to the command of the Central Army at all, and only followed Yan Laoxi's orders. Once the pressure on the frontal battlefield is too great, the opponent is very likely to abandon the battle line.

20,000 infantry, together with heavy artillery and dozens of tanks, suddenly beat the two divisions of the 43rd Army into misery.

With air support before, the Jin troops were able to hold their positions with a false tiger. Now in the face of the stud-style attack of the 41st Division, they were suddenly exposed in their original form.

Under heavy pressure, the defenders also had internal problems, and the first to erupt was the shortage of water and food.

Zhongtiao Mountain is located in the Luliang Mountains, which is the poorest area in the province. The area is vast and sparsely populated, and it is a fool's dream to rely on the local food supply.

Under normal circumstances, the transport troops needed to transport the military rations across the Yellow River in rafts and boats, and the soldiers would carry them up the mountain by manpower.

Before the start of the war, the preserved fruit defenders had to send up to one-third of their soldiers to fetch firewood, carry water, and carry grain, and it would take 2~4 days to make a round trip.

Now the front line is tight, and there has been no food for more than a day.

Even if each unit desperately stockpiles food, it will only have three days of stock at most. If you continue to fight like this, the defenders who don't need to attack Nakajo Mountain without devils will be self-defeating.

The problem of drinking water is similar to that of grain, and there are generally no springs in areas at higher altitudes, so you have to rely on wells.

The water level of the water source in Mt. Nakajo is very low, and the wells are often tens of meters deep, and at most half a bucket can be driven up at a time.

Although the defenders drilled a lot of wells, they were obviously unreliable. When there is no war, each unit needs to arrange a large number of soldiers to go to the Yellow River every day to fetch water.

As of now, the stock is getting smaller and smaller.

The grassroots soldiers complained, and their morale fell every minute and every second, and they naturally collapsed after a long time.

What's more, the attrition of the 43rd Army was also very serious, and most of the front-line troops in Zhongtiao Mountain were not fully staffed due to long-term fighting, illness and death.

A company has as many as seventy or eighty soldiers, as few as fifty or sixty, and even thirty or forty men.

In the face of the devil's desperate attack, the defeat on the northern front was decided.

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Several 105-mm heavy grenade high-explosive shells landed on the poor improvised positions of the 43rd Army's Temporary 47th Division with a scream of death.

Under the ravages of heavy artillery, the defensive line was bombarded with piles of rubble everywhere. The bodies of some soldiers, who had not yet had time to reduce, were also shattered by the bombing.

Immediately afterwards, the Jin Sui army, who was preparing to return fire on the artillery position, was horrified to find that more than a dozen shells were flying towards them.

Six 75-mm mountain guns were overturned to the ground, and the precious artillery could not escape the fate of being killed. With just one round of shelling, an artillery battery lost its combat effectiveness.

The soldier who was lucky enough to escape was curled up in the anti-artillery fortifications in a daze, and in the face of a cannon group of the size of the devil, he didn't even have the slightest ability to resist.

The smoke and dust from the first round of shells had not yet cleared, and the second round fell again, followed by the third and fourth rounds.

In just a few minutes, the devils used heavy artillery of various calibers to plow the positions of the 47th Division over and over again.

The other party seems to be an iron-hearted stud, completely ignoring the problem of attrition.

The entire 43rd Army was already stunned, and after losing air supremacy, many commanders were briefly confused.

In the absence of effective air defense means and a tunnel-type bunker system, the North China Front's intense air strikes inflicted huge casualties on the officers and men of the Jin army.

Since the beginning of the war, 10 officers at and above the battalion level have been killed by bombing, and the defense at the grassroots level has become weaker and weaker.

In the command post at the front, a regiment commander had red eyes. He only glanced at the intensity of the enemy's artillery bombardment, and knew that the soldiers on the position must be more than lucky.

In order to ask for support from his superiors, he constantly urged his staff officers.

"Why haven't you contacted the Guru yet! What the hell are you eating? ”

"Keep fighting! We're going to run out of all of our money! It's like putting my life on the line! ”

"Send me all the communications troops! Even if you climb, you have to climb to the command post of the division headquarters! If there is no more support, just wait for me to collect the body! ”

Faced with such an angry commander, the staff officer shook his head helplessly. In just half an hour, more than half of the casualties of one regiment were lost, and the pressure on everyone was very high.

Most fatally, they completely lost contact with their superiors. Neither the Provisional 47th Division nor the 43rd Army, which was directly under it, gave any instructions.

"Tuanza, all the telephone lines have been blown up by the devils. With such fierce artillery fire, the communications soldiers can't do anything! ”

"Why don't we withdraw, anyway, there is more than one regiment on the defensive line. Even if the superiors investigate it, it is not a war's fault! ”

Finding that his staff officer had the idea of escaping, the regiment commander who killed the red eye directly took out the matching gun on his waist and put it on the opponent's head without saying a word!

"Are you a soldier or not, and are you a Shanximan! Boneless soft eggs! ”

"Wouldn't there be no war without the support of the Eighth Route Army? Wasn't this how the Battle of Taiyuan came over back then! ”

"Pass my orders! Before receiving instructions from superiors! No one is allowed to take a step back! Even if you die, you have to die on the battlefield! ”

"Yes!"

Originally, there were three strong stone dams in Hengling Pass, and the stone dams stretched for more than ten miles. According to the terrain and defense needs, the defenders built more than 200 pillboxes with stone strips and stones.

This kind of fortification still has a certain defensive ability against the light infantry of the devil.

But now it was faced with the heavy artillery of the 41st Division, and all the fortresses were shattered at the touch of a button. The defenders, having lost their fortifications, were beaten by the enemy and retreated.

In order to stabilize the battle line, the soldiers could only take advantage of the moonlight on the night of the 7th to rescue some temporary fortifications. After all, during the day, it was suppressed by the enemy's artillery, and it was impossible to work at all.

But even if you build such an unpopular thing, you have to pay a lot of price.

Under the long term, the Japanese army almost stepped on the corpses of the defenders to advance.

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In a shattered position, a young soldier dug his battalion commander out of the dirt.

"Battalion commander! Wake up! The devil's artillery fire is over! ”

Hearing the call, Jiang Dakui barely opened his eyes. He slowly stood up on his comrade's shoulder, and then patted his head in great pain.

An hour ago, the veteran was a platoon leader.

Only ten minutes into the battle, the battalion commander who was sticking to his position was martyred, and a company commander hurriedly acted as the battalion commander.

After an hour of fierce fighting, all three company commanders were killed, and only he, the oldest platoon commander, could act as battalion commander.

In fact, the remaining soldiers are barely enough for one platoon. In the face of the devil's armored troops, the fighters tried their best to hold their positions.

The smoke of gunfire on the battlefield slowly cleared, and the surviving people had already seen the tanks. Even dozens of cat-waisted devils, they can see it clearly.

"Quick! Let the brothers take their places! Get ready for battle! ”

"Get me a dynamite bag! I'll take care of that tank! ”

"This time should be the last wave, it's an honor to fight side by side with you, we'll see you in the next life!"

After giving the order, Jiang Dakui walked towards the heavy machine gun without hesitation.

This was the position where the battalion suffered the most casualties, and several machine gunners and ammunition men had already fallen on a position of less than three square meters.

After briefly clearing the mountain of bullet casings nearby, he loaded Makqin with the last 250-round canvas cartridge belt.

In the face of the ferocious devils, Jiang Dakui waited quietly in the crater after firing the only remaining bullets.

The shaking of the ground let him know that the tank was getting closer, and then he jerked the fuse and launched the last charge of his life against the devil tank.

Rumble!

The near-close-fitting explosive pack easily destroyed the Type 95 Light Tan.

At the same time, the remaining soldiers of the battalion also chose to follow their commander.

Although the fighters had just been subjected to heavy shelling, many of them could not stand steadily. But after seeing the battalion commander attack, they instinctively pulled out their bayonets and inserted them into the card slot.

More than 30 fighters held bright bayonets and quickly approached the devil with all their might.

Unlike the Jin Sui army, which had just been shelled, the Japanese infantry was full of energy. As long as they did not face the air raids of the Eighth Route Army, they regained their confidence.

In close combat, the tragic white-knuckle battle was staged again.

The sacrifice of one battalion only delayed the enemy's advance by an hour.

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The northern line of Zhongtiao Mountain, the command post of the 43rd Army of the 47th Division.

"There are only 4,000 people left in our division, and there are very few artillery pieces left that can be used, so it is not a way to continue fighting like this."

"The devil's offensive is too fierce, I can't afford this responsibility without the commander's order, it's really not good, let's retreat alternately!"

Hearing the old man's proposal, the commander of the 70th Division trembled and lit a cigarette. After taking a big puff, he angrily threw the cigarette butt to the ground.

"Good! Then let's retreat! ”

"Without the help of the Eighth Route Army, this battle would not have been fought at all. It's only been two hours, and I have 3,000 men left, and that's not counting the seriously wounded who can't move! ”

"Retreat can be regarded as obeying the president's orders! I'll arrange it! ”

In all fairness, the rank and file officers of the two divisions of the 43rd Army were very good. In the absence of orders from their superiors, the fighters went forward one after the other and held their positions for two hours.

Although the position has changed hands many times, it is generally quite good, after all, the will to fight cannot make up for the gap in strength.

It's a pity that the two division commanders are not people, and when they saw the fierce offensive of the 41st Division, they retreated.

In fact, as long as they hold on for another half an hour, the 1st Air Division will be able to reach the battlefield. In addition to the 17th Army on the flank, there is a high probability that the front can be pushed back.

In the end, it still comes down to a certain miser.

After all, the egg dancer had ordered his subordinates not to fight hard with the Japanese army, and for him, the soldiers in his hands were everything, and he completely lost the qualification to chase Shanxi after the light.

After a short discussion, the two immediately abandoned their positions and retreated north. They decided to march west from between Fushan and Yicheng and cross the Fen River to break through.

After taking the position of the 43rd Army, Okamura Ninji did not give the order to pursue the victory.

For Jin Suijun, a potential ally, the old devil still wants to fight for it. The other side not only abandoned the position, but also accepted the bait he had cast.

After the end of this battle, even if he Yan Laoxi didn't want to surrender, his reputation in the Republic of China would be stinky.

As for the 17th Army, which was still resisting stubbornly, Okamura Ninji also had arrangements.

Although there were tens of thousands of defenders there, taking advantage of the favorable terrain and strong fortifications, they were resisting. However, due to the escape of friendly troops, they were in a state of being alone and suffering from the enemy.

In the case of superior strength and superior firepower, if the opponent does not give up his position, sooner or later he will be eaten by the 41st Division.

Okamura used the strategy of stud to successfully separate the 5th Army from the 14th Army, and even cut off the supply lines and communication lines of the Guoguo defenders.

Soon, the news spread to the southwestern capital and Luoyang.

The news of the defeat made the bald head extremely angry, and while scolding Niang Xipi, he asked the commander of the first war zone to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

I'll add two more chapters during the day

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