At five o'clock in the afternoon of December 3, 1941, the battlefield of Daixian.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region successfully overcame the enemy's first line of defense.

Under Commander Yang's arrangement, troops at all levels did not carry the victory and continued to advance to the second line of defense in the north.

The command chose to fight steadily and steadily, first clearing the current position before attacking, in order to prevent unnecessary losses due to some negligence.

As the saying goes, sharpening a knife is not a mistake for a woodcutter.

There is no shortage of outlaws in the devil's ranks, and no one knows if they are crouching in some dark corner, waiting for an opportunity to launch a suicide attack.

Not to mention the presence of the third battalion of tanks, which significantly increased the breakout values of the troops.

Even if the fighters rest in place for an hour, they can complete the tasks assigned by their superiors on time and with quality and quantity.

In a relatively hidden sortie position, a middle-aged man with repair tools and a mixture of engine oil said:

"Qi Huo, the problem of crawlers is completely solved. Fortunately, the little devil did not plant mines, and if something happened to the load wheel of this car, your car crew would probably have to leave the battlefield. ”

"In the next battle, everyone should be careful, and don't become blindly confident because of a victory."

"The enemy knows that we are equipped with tanks, and he will definitely come up with a corresponding plan. The troops stationed in Mongolia have light and even medium tanks, and maybe there will be a fierce battle to be fought. ”

The one who is speaking now is Battalion Commander Liu of the 3rd Tank Battalion.

As a battalion-level cadre of the first armored unit of the Eighth Route Army, he was not only a veteran who climbed over snowy mountains and walked through grasslands, but also an intellectual with a high school education before joining the army.

As we mentioned earlier, even in the most difficult and preserved days of blockade, the border area has always been highly sensitive to new equipment and tactics.

It is precisely because of the above background that there is a motorcycle school that gave birth to the first batch of aviation and armored talents.

Before the Yellow River returned to the border area, the hardware in the school was very poor, with only a few trucks captured from the enemy. These three-step-by-breath old antiques often break down, but the comrades are forced to practice solid repair skills.

In a sense, the people of the tank regiment are no different from the real-life version of Anton Star Superman, and everyone can repair while fighting.

At such a level, in a certain 7+ coloring game, the most important thing is to make the inventory equipment more and more maintenance support company.

Camp Commander Liu is the first batch of outstanding students in the school.

Originally, he wanted to join the 1st Air Division, but his superiors advised him to wait patiently for a while considering the future armored forces.

Of course, to be able to teach such excellent students, teachers must not be idle people. That is Commander Xu, who graduated from the Eastern Workers' University and is currently in charge of transportation, air defense, and garrison in the border areas!

Hearing the advice of his battalion commander, the surrounding commanders all nodded.

At the same time, a correspondent came to the sortie position of the 3rd Battalion, and immediately saluted and said:

"Battalion Commander Liu, Commander Yang asked me to inform you that the next round of attacks will start in five minutes, please be ready for battle!"

"Good! Roger that! ”

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In general, compared with the previous operation, the second round of offensive of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region did not change much.

The first troops to act, naturally, were artillery.

As soon as the battle began, nearly 100 barrel guns of various calibers roared wantonly at the enemy's position, fully explaining what it means to question, understand, and become.

With the vision and feedback provided by the artillery calibrator, a series of shells were like hailstones with eyes, once again turning the fortifications prepared by the devils upside down.

As soon as the fire was prepared, the 108 Cicadas of the 3rd Tank Battalion were dispatched, and behind them were the infantry who were fighting together.

In response to the problems that arose in the last battle, Battalion Commander Liu obviously learned a lesson and made adjustments.

Before the shelling began, he specially told the artillery brigade of the headquarters to help open up a channel for the attack with shells. Everything is done to prevent the suicidal attacks of the devils, as well as possible mines.

Similarly, with the experience of breaking through the first line of defense, the coordinated operation between infantry and tanks is visibly tacit.

The reason why these comrades were able to form combat effectiveness within half a year was that most of them had participated in exercises held by motorcycle schools in the early years.

Although there were no armored vehicles back then, Principal Xu came up with a clever plan for temporary emergency response.

At his behest, the trainees covered the truck with green sheets and loaded them with fake guns to simulate tanks to practice tactical formation.

In this way, the people of the motorcycle school can not only try to cooperate with the infantry tank, but also cooperate with the anti-tank exercises of Kang Da.

After the troops were equipped with cicada tanks, these fighters, who already had a foundation, immediately returned to their old jobs, and naturally formed a good combat effectiveness in a very short period of time.

What's more, actual combat is just as important as simulation training.

With the experience of breaking through the first line of defense, the comrades' breakthrough values have risen to a notch.

Looking at the rampant and domineering tank, Kazuo Ishizuka clenched his fists unwillingly. Before the war, he scattered a large number of mines on the second line of defense, but now almost all of them were detonated by the shells of the Eighth Route Army.

Seeing that the first wave of the offensive was broken, the old devil could only order his commandos to act.

"Four brigades for me to go together! Don't try to spare power, we only have one chance to take the initiative to attack! ”

"The time has come to be loyal to His Majesty the Locust! Long live the younger brother of Japan! ”

Hearing this, the soldiers of the motorized infantry wing were all full of excitement, and they couldn't hold back the desire in their hearts after taking the medicine.

The first to bear the brunt were machine guns in frontal positions.

Having received the order, dozens of crooked handles immediately opened fire. The bullet struck the cicada-like main armor, making a metal crash like fried beans.

These people consisted almost of an infantry brigade sent by the 2nd Brigade of the Independent Mixed Brigade. Their purpose was simple, simply to attract the attention of the tanks and, incidentally, to suppress the infantry around them to the rear.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is cannon fodder.

After all, you can't expect a crooked handle to pierce the cicada-like face, and 25 mm armor, even if thin, is not something that a light machine gun can touch porcelain.

When the tanks of the Eighth Route Army began to use the 37 guns to remove the machine gun positions on the second line of defense, the Type 92 heavy machine guns placed on the flanks opened fire one after another.

Although the Devils have less than twenty heavy machine guns, they can directly disperse or attack the infantry behind the tank with fire by virtue of their positional advantage, leaving the few Iron Pimples at the front isolated and helpless.

"It's dark! Onboard! ”

The slogan of the charge sounded, and the assault operation of the motorized infantry wing officially began.

The leaders of each detachment first used grenadiers to fire or manpower to throw Taisho 11-style smoke grenades. Only by first blocking the tankman's view with smoke can he win a window for others to attack.

Otherwise, just a hundred coaxial machine guns and 37-gun grenades will give them a pot.

With a large amount of smoke appearing, the death squads wearing plaster flags rushed towards the cicada tank in a frenzy.

The explosive weapons in the hands of the devils are also varied, in addition to the cluster Type 98 grenades, there are also white phosphorus arson grenades, Type 99 mixed fuel arson bottles, and Type 99 magnetic anti-tank grenades.

If the conditions are slightly worse, simply charge with explosives packs or Molotov cocktails.

The battle heats up as soon as it starts.

It is true that as Kazuo Ishizuka said, although the armored units of the Eighth Route Army are well-trained, they are seriously lacking in actual combat experience.

Even if the 3rd Tank Battalion and the coordinated infantry summed up their experience and improved it in a timely manner, training was always training, and it was only the second time for them to engage in actual combat in the real sense.

In the face of the cold archer who had been repeatedly brainwashed and drugged, the vanguard of the 3rd Battalion broke into the position and fell into a bitter battle, and several car crews were forced to withdraw from the battle in just half an hour.

The death squads that emerged from trenches, craters, and even corpses were overwhelmed, and they attacked the cicada-like flanks from the left and right flanks under the cover of smoke grenades.

Whenever there is an opportunity to get close, cluster grenades and magnetic anti-tank grenades are thrown at the side armor, while incendiary weapons such as Molotov cocktails are used to attack the vents.

These devils have no love of fighting, and even do not observe the effect at all after the operation, and the layman can see that they are prepared.

Of course, the 3rd Tank Battalion and the infantry who fought together were not fools, and Battalion Commander Liu, who was in charge of directing the attack on the front line, quickly found a way to deal with it.

You have your sea of people assault, I have my superior firepower.

When the number of shells exceeds the number of enemy heads, many problems are solved.

Without saying a word, the fighters called the artillery in the rear, and asked the brother troops to use Miss 75 and 105 grenades to enter the barrage.

As for those firing points that survived, the third battalion would quickly eliminate them once they were discovered. A direct-fire tank gun couldn't be simpler against these things.

As for places like trenches, craters, or piles of corpses, where the enemy might be present, it doesn't matter if he has someone to let the infantry fire a few rounds with 50 mortars.

After determining the way to open the fire, the casualties of the motorized infantry wing surged.

Although there were still a very small number of death squads that broke through the defense line, this loss was completely within the range that Battalion Commander Liu could bear. (End of chapter)