Thirty kilometers south of Huairen, on the shady side of a hillside near a mountain road.

"Commander Li, I have opened my eyes today, and the comprehensive quality of your army is really breathtaking. Judging from my experience, with the speed of construction of the fortifications alone, your regiment can be considered an elite unit on the Eastern Front in Europe. “

"I wondered, I am also from the Republic of China, why is the gap between the preserved fruit and the Eighth Route Army so big?"

Due to the extreme importance of this mission, it is related to the future Lend-Lease with allies and the follow-up of the recovery of Suiyuan. Therefore, before the departure of the 1st Marine Regiment, Grand Commander Li pulled the infantry experts to choose the decisive battle site together.

After the whole regiment landed, the comrades quickly assembled, and then quickly rushed straight to the predetermined combat area.

Such an unnatural execution made the old Cui, who was accustomed to the style of the central army and local troops, incredible, and even the high blood pressure that came out of the bald head was a little better.

After all, the discipline of the Air Force on the side of the fruit is lax, and there is no reward for meritorious service. In two years, not a single instructor's dormitory could be repaired, and the construction of a fighter plant was even more far away.

The army is also very good, and the artillery is very poor in terms of camouflage, and sometimes it can be crooked when aiming at it.

The infantry did not cherish the equipment that their chairman bought at a great price, and the commanders were not very interested in advanced tactics, and they all looked like dead pigs who were not afraid of boiling water.

As for the Navy?

Don't mention it, anyway, it's not a naval power.

In general, compared with the Eighth Route Army, most of the senior generals in the fruit canteens are not even qualified to carry Li Yunlong's shoes.

Hearing the praise of his allies, Grand Master Li put down the sapper shovel in his hand, showed his big white teeth and let out his signature smile.

"Hehe, the big stage in Spain, you will come if there are soldiers and generals."

"Comrade Cui is worthy of being a top student who graduated from the Spanish Military Academy, and his tactical and strategic vision is really good. I'll show you in a moment what the difference is between the Asian and European theaters. ”

Although he was very unfamiliar with the Spanish military academy mentioned by his allies, Lao Cui still responded to the other party's praise with a smile.

Maybe people just misremember the name of the school, and there is no need to call it true in small things.

What's more, after a few hours of contact, he understood something. The colonel of the Eighth Route Army in front of him has learned a lot of strange things from Huang He in private, and a few self-created words will pop up from time to time.

Presumably, a series of strange stories about Spain also came from the mouth of that amazing scientist.

"Captain Li has won the award! In terms of rank, I am indeed inflated. But in terms of record, I'm really not as good as you. ”

"Since your deputy general staff has given me the opportunity to study on the battlefield this time, then I should take a good look at the strength of the Japanese. In a sense, I'm going to have a fight with them sooner or later. ”

"By the way, how are you going to solve the problem of the captives, do you want me to help? On the other side of Siberia, however, there is a lot of land that is perfect for growing potatoes. ”

As soon as these words came out, Grand Master Li immediately became interested.

Their own policy has always been to treat prisoners preferentially, but the devils at this stage are often diehards who have been brainwashed by bushido, and they waste medicine and food while they keep it.

If the allies really ignored the neutrality treaty and sent those stubborn little days to Siberia, which is dozens of degrees below zero, it would indeed be a good solution.

Lao Cui also participated in the battle, and it was naturally not too much to divide the spoils after the war.

"Okay, I'll see what to do. After the mission was over, I personally went to the headquarters and found a few lobbyists to go to the deputy commander-in-chief. ”

"You don't know how troublesome those devil captives are, Anda Twenty-three, who was caught by our bearded division commander before, is still dying and alive in the border area every day."

"Labor reform is good! I support! ”

While the two were chatting, the grassroots commanders at all levels led the soldiers to repair the bunkers planned by their superiors.

I saw that the comrades took the squad as a unit, relying on the natural ditches on the mountain, and dug out foxholes suitable for hiding. Coupled with broken grass and branches, if you don't get closer than ten meters to look closely, don't think to see that there is a person hidden here.

The same is true for artillery and other support companies, where the portability of mortars provides great convenience for concealment. With the sharpest sapper shovels in their hands, the fighters even prepared several special ammunition depots.

This time, the bunkers and fortifications do not need to be strong and protective, but only pay attention to concealment. After all, the 26th Division of the Mongolian Army was a rout, and those old, weak, sick and disabled hardly had any decent heavy weapons.

In addition, the first hand is on your own side, and the enemy can be defeated in advance even if he has 75 mm mountain and field artillery.

After a busy time, the fighters received a lunch prepared by the cooking class.

As a unit that needs to operate behind enemy lines for a long time, the main food of the 1st Marine Regiment is dehydrated rice, noodles and cooking cakes, and each meal will also contain canned pork and chicken, canned fruit and seasonal vegetables.

Looking at the whole of Asia, this kind of battlefield food with sufficient quality and quantity is also quite explosive.

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An hour after the meal, a series of engine sounds came from afar. The first to appear were several reconnaissance detachments of the Japanese army.

Seemingly fearful of being ambushed, the devils will carefully search every area where they can hide their enemies, and will even occasionally use machine guns to fire at targets such as mountains and haystacks.

However, due to the fact that the positions of the 1st Marine Regiment were very hidden, the above actions were all useless.

"Sukka."

Lao Cui spit out the grass roots in his mouth, and then shook his head frequently. He glanced at the devil with disdain, and said with a hint of disdain in his tone:

"The North China Front is just like that, I thought it could be stronger than the Eleventh Army and the Thirteenth Army."

"When it's time for life and death, you still want to quickly pass through the mountain road? What is the difference between this attitude of doing things, apart from weapons and equipment, and the rabble? ”

In fact, Lao Maozi is a little embarrassed, for a defeated army, the 26th Division has basically reached the limit.

If the Soviet army that had been defeated on the Eastern Front in Europe had been able to achieve the above level, it would not have been captured by the German Sancheng system in the early days of Operation Barbarossa.

What's more, the current area is already close to the Japanese occupation area, and there is no suitable terrain for large troops above the regimental level to lurk.

In the inherent impression of the devils, even if their own division is crippled, they will not be afraid of the regimental units of the Eighth Route Army, so it is natural to think that no one will ambush here.

Hearing this, Li Yunlong raised his eyebrows. At this time, his eyes were shining, and he was holding a telescope to look at the approaching convoy in the distance.

"Haha, we're very lucky, we hit the mission target so easily. The command knife that the deputy division commander wants is considered to have fallen today! ”

"Pass my orders! Everyone, don't act rashly, let the vanguard of the devils go out and attack again. ”

The rout from the south came with dozens of large trucks and many pack horses. On such a large scale, it is the main force of the 26th Division.

As the middle of the convoy slowly approached, gradually arriving at the hillside where the First Marine Regiment was ambushed, Li Yunlong picked up the portable communicator and ordered:

"It's now! Beat! ”

"Mortars and machine guns don't need to save ammunition, we have high-power radios, ready to call airdrops! Strive to drive the devils to the north exit in the first round. ”

Siege three que one, classic tactics. Leaving a gap that leaves Otozaburo Yano oscillating between fighting to the death and escaping.

Ahead is the county seat of Huairen, and there are two independent mixed brigades on the way. Presumably, the old devil who was born until now will not give up the hope of life.

Psychological warfare, don't stumble.

Following the order of his own regimental commander, dozens of mortars of various calibers suddenly opened fire. The gunners silently thought about Zhu Yuan in their hearts and fired shells at the convoy of the 26th Division.

The barrel cannon is not easy to carry, and the mortar naturally becomes the most suitable support equipment.

Every gunner of the 1st Marine Regiment is at least a soldier at the level of squad or platoon commander in the general main regiment, and naturally fights quickly and accurately.

On the position, rifles and light machine guns pulled the bolts and set up bunkers to pour fire on the devils.

In an instant, fireworks rolled up all over the hillside, and an overwhelming rain of bullets shrouded the devil.

Commando?

Not at all.

The 1st Marine Regiment is not an ordinary infantry regiment, and there is no need to fill in the line with carefully trained paratroopers.

There were no natural shelters on either side of the road, and in the face of a sudden attack, the 26th Division could only use trucks as cover to launch a counterattack.

Under the leadership of the junior officers, several squadrons of devils tried to assemble and launch a counterattack on the unknown Eighth Route Army.

It's a pity that in the face of the surging firepower like the sea, all resistance is in vain, and there is no wave at all.

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"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General! There is an ambush! ”

As soon as these words came out, Otozaburo Yano, who was already very irritable, directly rewarded his chief of staff with a big fight. He was not blind, and naturally saw the enemy all over the mountains.

"Pass my orders! Break north! ”

"The current terrain is too narrow, the width of the battlefield is completely insufficient, and the main force of the division cannot be deployed at all!"

"If necessary, I allow the artillery wing to abandon the only remaining barrel guns! It's just a few 75mm mountain and field guns, and I don't care about these family backgrounds. ”

In Yano's opinion, the unknown Eighth Route Army did not take the opportunity to send commandos to divide the battlefield, which meant that the opponent's troops were insufficient.

After the Mongolian army reoccupied Datong, it sent a large number of troops to sweep around, which was also one of the factors that made the old devil make important decisions.

Although breaking through to the north, there is a certain chance to get into the enemy's trap. However, he believed that in the absence of heavy weapons on both sides, his own division would never be weaker than any unit.

No, your Eighth Route Army can open an armored force under the noses of the locust army.

Hearing this, the signal corps immediately took action and passed the orders of the division commander to the troops at all levels. And the devils at the grassroots level are also very competitive, and they divided a brigade to cover the main force to break through at the first time.

"Division Commander! You've got a lot of ideas! ”

"The enemy either had a problem with the scheduling, or was planning to block the attack, and we were able to break out easily!"

"Next"

Before he could finish speaking, the chief of staff of the devil was interrupted by the roar of an engine.

In the sight of Otozaburo Yano and others, the dirt bags, soil pits, and even big trees one kilometer ahead suddenly turned into tanks of the Eighth Route Army.

Judging by the numbers, there is at least one company.

"Prepare for battle! Get all the oil drums out! All in the front of the truck! Keep the transporter in front and the others charge with the baggage team! ”

After receiving the order from the commander of his division, the members of the baggage team all showed a trace of despair.

What a genius tactic to ram a tank with a truck carrying oil drums. Even if everything goes well, it will be the result of one for one at most.

However, the hierarchical system of the Japanese army makes ordinary devils unable to raise the courage to resist at all. They consciously pulled out their assault ingots and turned into ice shooters ready to attack.

"It's dark! Onboard! ”

With hysterical roars, the baggage units of the 26th Division drove self-detonating trucks and rushed towards the fighter mobile company in the distance.

If Lao Zhu, who is far away on the eastern front of Europe, sees this scene, it will definitely evoke his memories of being in Normenhan a few years ago.

If it was Lao Maozi two years ago, it was really possible to be hit by the devil's self-detonating truck and destroy more than a dozen tanks, but Sun Desheng couldn't do the stupid thing of letting Qingtan attack alone, and their company was followed by a large number of airborne troops.

"All of them! Fire! ”

"Just hit the oil drums in front of those trucks! Don't let those little days get too close! ”

After saying that, more than a dozen cicada tanks immediately attacked. 37mm grenades and coaxial machine guns fired at the same time, blowing trucks at long range.

The infantry were not idle, picking up rifles, machine guns, and mortars in their hands to help the armored units fill in the gaps, trying not to let any trucks approach.

After all the enemies who dared to charge were beaten into a ball of brilliant fireballs, Sun Desheng picked up the portable communicator and ordered the various car crews:

"Cavalry company! Offensive! ”

It's like a certain pilot who is driving an FC-20 and shouting for the Dragoon to attack.

Although he has long been transferred to the commander of a tank, he has even become the first armored ace of the Eighth Route Army. But whenever Sun Desheng attacked, he still habitually shouted the name of the cavalry company.

In the face of the "full" seven-ton steel beast, the devils of the 26th Division seemed to have been beaten out of the psychological shadow. They all dropped their weapons and began to flee in all directions.

"Yaga! The samurai of the younger country are not allowed to retreat! How dare you run away! Offensive! It is not allowed to turn your back on the enemy! ”

"The warriors of the younger country must attack! If you become a ghost, you have to attack! ”

When the deserter appeared, the desperate but unwilling Otozaburo Yano raised the box in his hand and perfectly fulfilled the responsibility of the warlord.

Just as he was about to reload, a 37mm grenade fell beside him, directly blasting the old devil into the sky. (End of chapter)