Twenty kilometers north of Dai County, the third line of defense of the cavalry group.

"Gentlemen, you are the most elite warriors in the Mongolian army, and you are also the only motorized infantry wing!"

"Now, the interests of the younger country in North China have been violated, and even the entire front army is on the verge of life and death. The war that follows will be the test of your faithfulness. ”

"Win! We retake Shanxi and become the masters of this land again! Fail! All will not only die in a foreign land, but will also be nailed to the pillar of shame! ”

With that, Kazuo Ishizuka pulled out his katana, and then swept the audience with a fierce gaze.

In front of him was the middle and low-level commander of the entire wing. At this time, the devil officers were all wearing plaster flags on their heads, and they were holding all kinds of explosive tools with hideous faces.

Obviously, the big man was satisfied with the current atmosphere, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Long live the locusts!" Long live the younger brother of Japan! Let's see you at Kudansaka. ”

As soon as these words came out, the officers in the audience showed fanatical expressions, and followed the captain of his own wing to shout the slogan before the long live charge.

This kind of demonic scene is as if as long as the superiors give the order to attack, they will take their respective troops and launch a suicidal charge collectively, recklessly going up to exchange with the tanks of the Eighth Route Army.

The scene in front of him made Goro Mano on the side quite satisfied, and he said in his heart that he had come to the right place.

"Ishizuka-kun, Lieutenant General Nishihara's order to us is to destroy the enemy's armored forces as much as possible and create a favorable environment for the output of the subsequent tank wing."

"Your wing is not satisfied, there are only more than 2,000 people left, can you complete the task assigned by the group leader?"

"It's really not good, I'll transfer a brigade from the independent mixed second brigade to you, and only with more troops can you give full play to your advantages."

The armored units supporting the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region are tank regiments directly under the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army.

The regiment is a three-battalion combat unit, with a total of 217 M22 Cicada tanks including the command vehicle group.

In this battle, the Tigers in the Forest divided these armored forces into three. Taking into account the cavalry group of the Mongolian army, it was reorganized in January of the 40th year with motorization, and there is still a tank wing that is not satisfied with the formation.

Therefore, he temporarily expanded the three battalions of the left flank battlefield, equipped with five companies with a total of 110 cicadas.

This number makes Nishihara Isse call it impossible. After all, the book is a poor brother-in-law, and there are only a few hundred tanks deployed in the entire Republic of China at this stage.

In the face of the cicada style all over the mountains, the old devil could only let the infantry attack first, and destroy the armored units of the Eighth Route Army as much as possible by exchanging lives for lives.

In fact, under normal circumstances, armored forces with a complete system will almost be crushed when attacking light infantry.

The infantry counters tanks, giving priority to calling in their own artillery and air strikes as a counterattack. Until the last moment, it is generally not recommended to let the flesh and iron skin hard.

After all, reality is not a game, like in the army or in the battlefield, it is basically impossible for a single soldier to kill a tank in a big battle.

What's more, the book at this stage doesn't even have a toilet picker, and the magnetic grenade has not been prepared in advance, so why charge on board?

It's a pity that Nishihara Kazuce doesn't have anything on hand. The few remaining mountain and field artillery guns will be knocked out as long as they fire, and their own army aviation will be beaten to pieces.

Without relying on the infantry to launch a suicidal charge, with the more than 50 97 Zhongtan and 95 Light Tan under his command, he would not have a chance to compete with the 3rd Battalion.

Goro Mano's suggestion made Kazuo Ishizuka nod excitedly.

Although his motorized infantry wing is the most tank-savvy infantry in the North China Front and even in the entire Chinese dispatch army. However, now that the troops are short of catties, it is difficult to face a hundred light tanks.

"Thank you, Major General Maano!"

"With your help, we will definitely be able to complete the tasks assigned by the group leader!"

The second brigade was independently mixed, but it was a well-known model of law and order in North China.

Those soldiers who have been trained and brainwashed for a long time have absolutely no idea of cherishing life in their heads.

They are wholeheartedly loyal to the locust and their younger country, and they can carry the explosives bag with their faces and die with the enemy, and they are definitely the best cannon fodder personnel.

That's right, cannon fodder.

In Kazuo Ishizuka's opinion, the infantry brigade supported by the superior friendly forces did not even understand the structure of the armor, and even did the stupid thing of hitting a tank with 37 guns from a thousand meters away.

This kind of person can only be cannon fodder to attract firepower for his soldiers.

Make the best use of it, very reasonable.

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Half an hour later, the second line of defense of the cavalry group.

"Judging from the intelligence from the forward positions, the armored troops of the Eighth Route Army are obviously not half-like preserved fruits."

"They were very skilled in piloting, and there was almost no non-combat attrition. The degree of cooperation of the infantry and tan coordination is also very high, and it is obvious that high-intensity training was carried out before the war. ”

The person who spoke at this time was a group leader in the motorized infantry wing. And in front of him, naturally, there were reinforcements sent by his superiors and grassroots officers under him.

The armored forces of the Republicans, of course the devils have seen it before.

In a sense, the starting point of the armor army of the book is a little behind that of China.

Back in the warlord melee, the Dog Meat Poet got a few Renault FT-17s from the north, and at that time Xiao Ri was still tinkering with the British parallelogram MK4.

When they were still "independently developing" the eighty-nine Zhongtan, the Jinan Xincheng Arsenal, the first person in modern artificial rainfall, had already built Stippunk two years ahead.

Even the bald man himself attached great importance to the tank as a weapon of mass destruction in land warfare, and bought a batch of various types of light tanks from Britain, France, Germany, and Italy before the start of the all-out war of resistance.

If you don't look at the specific era, you still think that Kong, Song, and Jiang have some collecting habits, and they have to get all the junior cars in the World of Tanks.

Of course, the traditional performing arts of Wanguo without logistics are still playing a stable role in this procurement.

As for combat effectiveness?

Just look at the Battle of Lanfeng at a glance.

In the face of the Japanese infantry, which was obviously inferior to its own equipment, the use of preserved tanks was very rusty. This, combined with the logistics of pulling the crotch and the almost non-existent coordination of the infantry tank, led to heavy losses to the precious armored forces.

If it weren't for the great victory in Kunlun Pass later, the bald head might have scolded his mother in his diary many times.

It is precisely because of the above-mentioned performance of the preserved fruit that the devils originally thought that the tanks of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region would definitely not be much stronger in combat.

After all, the average level of education of the Eighth Route Army is not high, and semi-literate people who do not know a few big characters will definitely not be able to play with high-tech weapons.

But as it turned out, this was not the case.

In the previous battles, the infantry artillery of the 2nd Brigade Regiment of the Independent Mixed Brigade resisted with all their might, and the death squads also rushed in waves. As a result, all of these people died in the middle of the road, and a brigade went up and blew up only three tanks.

There is also a slight injury, just damaged tracks, repaired and can return to the battlefield.

Looking at the officers in front of him, the captain first took out a drawing and hung it on the wall, and then said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, cheer up, Commander Okamura Ninji is still waiting for our good news."

"Although the tank units of the Eighth Route Army have shown combat effectiveness far higher than those of preserved fruits, they are not really elite."

"As long as we work together, we have a chance to destroy those light tanks. Next, I will explain to you how to attack in groups based on the available information. ”

As one of the captains of the motorized infantry wing, Tomoji Tsuchihi knew that he was going to appear in the next battle, so he simply watched the whole process of the first line of positions being breached.

The firepower of the Eighth Route Army is very strong, and the tactics of infantry and tank coordination are also very proficient, and they must have undergone a long period of training.

But their biggest problem is that there are too many stereotypical actions in the process of fighting, and it is completely a step-by-step academy.

If these vulnerabilities can be fully exploited, the success rate of completing the task will be greatly increased.

"Come, look at this drawing, this is our Ninety-Five-Style Lightness. Presumably, the tanks of the Eighth Route Army will not differ much in structure. ”

"Before launching an attack, we need to understand the weaknesses of light tanks and what kind of weapons to use to focus on these parts."

In the next half hour, Tohi Tomoji focused on the reinforcements of the 2nd Brigade of the Independent Mixed Brigade, and instilled in a cramming manner the experience he had summed up in the training.

If they knew all this, they would at least know where to hit and how to fight when facing the tanks of the Eighth Route Army.

Of course, the old devil still wants the reinforcements to know one thing, and that is that the steel monster is not invincible.

As long as you are mentally prepared, presumably the friendly forces will not be too stretched in the next battle. Even if you can't damage the target, it can be a distraction.

After the temporary class, Tomoji took the wine handed over by the staff officer and said to the soldiers who were about to go to the battlefield:

"After drinking this bowl of wine, we will go to the battlefield! Don't forget to take the Assault Bar, it will keep us energized for the rest of the action! ”

"Long live Your Majesty the Locust! Long live the younger brother of Japan! ”

Rather than fighting with willpower and faith, Tomoji Dohi, an old devil who disregards life, believes in the power of ice more.

In his opinion, as long as the warriors under his command turned into ice archers, coupled with clever tactical coordination, they would definitely be able to inflict heavy losses on the fledgling Eighth Route Army armored troops. (End of chapter)