Chapter 380 All Sent to Siberia to Grow Potatoes

Thirty kilometers south of Huairen, there is a shady side of a hillside close to a mountain road.

"Captain Li, my eyes have been opened today. The comprehensive quality of your army is really amazing. From my experience, based on the speed of building fortifications, your regiment can be regarded as an elite force on the Eastern Front of Europe." "

"I was confused. We are both from the Republic of China. Why is there such a big gap between preserved fruit and the Eighth Route Army?"

Because this mission is extremely important, it involves the future Lend-Lease Act with the allies and the follow-up matters of recovering Suiyuan. Therefore, before the 1st Marine Regiment set off, Commander Li took the infantry experts together to select the location for the decisive battle.

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

Such incredible execution made Lao Cui, who was accustomed to the style of the Central Army and local troops, find it incredible. Even the high blood pressure caused by the bald head improved a bit.

After all, the discipline of the air force in Guo Prefecture is lax, and meritorious service is not rewarded and delinquency is not punished. In two years, not even a single instructor's dormitory could be repaired, and the establishment of a fighter jet factory was far away.

The army is also very good. The artillery, apart from being very good at camouflage, is terrible at shooting. Sometimes it can miss the target directly at the target.

The infantrymen did not cherish the equipment that their chairman spent a lot of money to buy, and the officers were not very interested in advanced tactics. They all looked like dead pigs who were not afraid of boiling water.

As for the navy?

Not to mention it, our country is not a naval power anyway.

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

Hearing the praise from his allies, Captain Li put down the engineer shovel in his hand, showed his big white teeth and gave a signature smile.

"Hey, it's a big stage in Spain. If you have soldiers and generals, just come."

"Comrade Cui is indeed a top student who graduated from the Spanish Military Academy. His tactics and strategic vision are indeed outstanding. I will show you in a moment what is the difference between the Asian battlefield and the European battlefield."

Although he was very unfamiliar with the Spanish Military Academy mentioned by his ally, Lao Cui responded to the other party's compliments with a smile.

Maybe they just misremembered the name of the school, and there is no need to tell the truth about trivial matters.

What's more, after a few hours of contact, he finally understood something. The Eighth Route Army colonel in front of him had learned a lot of weird things from Huang He in private, and he would come up with a few self-made words from time to time.

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

"Captain Li, thank you! In terms of military rank, I am indeed inflated. But in terms of military record, I am really not as good as you."

"Since your deputy general staff has given me the opportunity to study on the battlefield this time, I want to take a good look at the strength of the Japanese. In a sense, I will have a battle with them sooner or later."

"By the way, how do you plan to solve the problem of prisoners? Do you want me to help? There is a piece of land in Siberia that is very suitable for growing potatoes."

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

Our policy has always been to treat prisoners preferentially, but at this stage, the Japanese are often die-hards brainwashed by Bushido, who waste medicine and consume food when they are retained.

If the allies really ignore the neutrality treaty and send those stubborn little days to Siberia where temperatures are dozens of degrees below zero, that would indeed be a good solution.

Lao Cui also participated in the battle, so it would not be too much to share some spoils after the war.

"Okay, I think this will work. After the mission is over, I will go to the headquarters in person and find a few lobbyists to go to the deputy commander-in-chief."

"You don't know how troublesome those Japanese prisoners are. Anda Twenty-three, who was captured by our Commander Beard before, is still fighting for his life in the border area every day."

"Reform through labor is good! I support it!"

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

I saw that the comrades worked as a squad and relied on the natural ditches on the mountain to dig out foxholes suitable for hiding. Coupled with the broken grass and branches, if you don't get closer than ten meters and look carefully, you can't even think that there is a person hiding here.

The same is true for support companies such as artillery. The portability of mortars provides great convenience for concealment. With the extremely sharp engineering shovels in their hands, the soldiers even prepared several dedicated ammunition depots.

This time, bunkers and fortifications do not need to pursue any solidity or protection, but only need to pay attention to concealment. After all, the 26th Division of the Mongolian Army was a defeated army, and the old, weak, sick and disabled had almost no decent heavy weapons.

In addition, the right to take the initiative lies with your own side, so even if the enemy has 75mm mountain or field artillery, it can be destroyed in advance.

After a busy period of time, the soldiers received lunch prepared by the cooking team.

As a unit that needs to operate behind enemy lines for a long time, the staple food of the 1st Marine Regiment is mainly dehydrated rice, noodles and cooking cakes. Each meal also includes canned pork, chicken, canned fruits and seasonal vegetables.

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

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An hour after the meal, the sound of a series of engines came from the distance. The first to appear next were several Japanese reconnaissance teams.

As if they were afraid of being ambushed, these Japs would carefully search every area where the enemy could be hidden, and would even occasionally use machine guns to shoot at targets such as mountains and haystacks.

However, since the position of the 1st Marine Regiment was very concealed, all the above actions were in vain.

"Suka."

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

"The North China Front Army is just like this. I thought it was stronger than the 11th Army and the 13th Army."

"At the moment of life and death, you still want to pass through the mountain road quickly? This attitude of doing things, apart from weapons and equipment, what is the difference between it and a mob?"

In fact, the old Russians are a bit difficult to deal with. For a defeated army, the 26th Division has basically reached its limit.

If the Soviet army that was defeated on the Eastern Front in Europe could achieve the above level, it would not be captured by the German three-command formation in the early stage of Operation Barbarossa.

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

In the inherent impression of the devils, even if their own divisions are incomplete, they will not be afraid of the regiment-level 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 looking at the convoy approaching from a distance with a telescope.

"Haha, we are very lucky. We hit the mission target so easily. The command knife that the deputy division commander wanted has been found today!"

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

The defeated army coming from the south brought dozens of large trucks and many pack horses. Such a large scale must be the main force of the 26th Division.

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

"Now! Fight!"

"There is no need to save ammunition for mortars and machine guns. We have a high-power radio station and can call for airdrops at any time! Try to drive the devils to the northern exit in the first round."

Surround three and leave one, a classic tactic. Leaving a gap, Yano Otosaburo wavered between fighting to the death and escaping.

Ahead was Huairen County, and two independent mixed brigades were on their way. I guess the old devils who have survived until now will never give up hope of survival.

Psychological warfare, not bad.

Following the order of their own regiment commander, dozens of mortars of various calibers suddenly opened fire. The gunners silently recited the parameters in their hearts and fired shells at the convoy of the 26th Division.

Barreled guns are not convenient to carry, so mortars naturally become the most suitable support equipment.

Each gunner of the 1st Marine Regiment is at least a squad or platoon leader in a general main force regiment, so they can shoot quickly and accurately.

On the battlefield, rifles and light machine guns pulled the bolts and were set up on the bunkers to pour firepower on the devils.

In an instant, fireworks on the hillside rolled up all over the sky, and the overwhelming rain of bullets enveloped the devils.

Commando?

There is no need at all.

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

There were no natural shelters on both sides of the road. Facing the sudden attack, the 26th Division could only use trucks as shelters to launch a counterattack.

Under the leadership of grassroots officers, several squadrons of devils tried to gather and launch an upward attack on the unknown Eighth Route Army.

Unfortunately, facing the surging firepower like the sea, all resistance was futile and could not make any waves at all.

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

As soon as these words came out, Yano Otosaburo, who was already very irritable, directly gave his chief of staff a big fight. He was not blind, so he naturally saw the enemies all over the mountains.

"Pass my order! Break out to the north!"

"The terrain is too narrow now, the battlefield is not wide enough, and the main force of the division cannot be deployed at all!"

"When necessary, I allow the artillery regiment to abandon the remaining barreled guns! Just a few 75mm mountain and field guns, I don't care about these assets."

In Yano Otosaburo's view, the unknown Eighth Route Army did not take the opportunity to send out commandos to divide the battlefield, which means that the opponent's troops are insufficient.

When the Mongolian Army reoccupied Datong, it sent a large number of troops to sweep around, which was one of the factors that made the old devils make important decisions.

Although there is a certain probability of falling into the enemy's trap when breaking out to the north. But he believes that when both sides do not have heavy weapons, his own division is not weaker than any other unit.

It is impossible that your Eighth Route Army can send out an armored unit under the eyes of the locust army.

Hearing this, the signalman immediately took action and passed the order of the division commander to the troops at all levels. And the grassroots devils were also very motivated, and they immediately separated a battalion to cover the main force to break out.

"Division Commander! You are indeed a master of strategy!"

"Either the enemy had a problem with their deployment, or they were planning to block us step by step, but we were able to break through so easily!"

"Next"

Before he finished speaking, the Japanese Chief of Staff was interrupted by the roar of an engine.

In the sight of Yano Otosaburo and others, the earthen mounds, earthen pits and even big trees one kilometer ahead suddenly turned into tanks of the Eighth Route Army.

In terms of quantity, there was at least one company.

"Prepare for battle! Take out all the oil drums! Load them all on the front of the truck! Let the transport truck block the front, and the others will follow the baggage team to charge together!"

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

Using trucks carrying oil barrels to hit tanks, what a genius tactic. Even if everything goes well, the result is at most one for one.

However, the Japanese army's hierarchy system made ordinary devils unable to muster the courage to resist. They consciously took out assault ingots and transformed into ice shooters to prepare for an attack.

"Hei Ka! Onboard!"

Accompanied by hysterical roars, the baggage troops of the 26th Division drove the self-destructing trucks and rushed towards the fighter company in the distance.

If this scene was seen by Lao Zhu, who was far away on the Eastern Front of Europe, it would definitely bring back his memories of Nomonhan a few years ago.

If it were the old Russians two years ago, it would really be possible that more than a dozen tanks would be destroyed by the devil's self-destructing trucks. However, Sun Desheng could not do the stupid thing of letting the light tank attack alone. Behind their company, there were a large number of airdrop troops.

"Everyone! Fire!"

"Hit the oil barrels in front of the trucks! Don't let those little guys get too close!"

After speaking, more than a dozen Cicada tanks immediately launched an attack. 37mm grenades and coaxial machine guns fired at the same time, blowing up trucks one after another at a long distance.

The infantrymen were not idle either, and they picked up their rifles, machine guns and mortars to help the armored forces to fill in the gaps, trying to prevent any trucks from approaching.

After all the enemies who dared to launch a charge were beaten into a group of gorgeous fireballs, Sun Desheng picked up the portable communicator and ordered each crew:

"Cavalry Company! Attack!"

Just like a pilot who was driving an FC-20 and still called the Dragon Cavalry Corps to attack.

Although he had long been transferred to a tank commander and even became the first armored ace of the Eighth Route Army. But Sun Desheng habitually called the name of the cavalry company every time he attacked.

Facing the "full" seven-ton steel behemoth, the devils of the 26th Division seemed to have been psychologically traumatized. They put down their weapons and began to flee in all directions.

"Baga! The warriors of the younger country are not allowed to retreat! How dare you run away! Attack! You are not allowed to turn your back on the enemy!"

"The warriors of the younger country must attack! Even if they become ghosts, they must attack!"

When the deserters appeared, Yano Otosaburo, who was desperate but unwilling, raised the bastard box in his hand and perfectly fulfilled his duty as a supervisor.

Just as he was about to change the bullet, a 37mm grenade fell beside him and directly blasted the old devil into the sky. (End of this chapter)