Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Hearing his own regiment commander's complaints, Political Commissar Zhong of the 33rd Regiment looked at his partner with interest, and then said while sorting out the ammunition boxes:

"You intellectuals are more ruthless than anyone else when it comes to fighting. All day long, it's either white phosphorus bombs or individual flamethrowers."

"In my opinion, the boss should transfer you to Director Huang's Weapon Experimental Research Bureau."

"You are a college student, always staying at the forefront, which is inevitably a bit of a waste of talent. If the people in Guojian knew about this, they would think that our Eighth Route Army has no mentor."

The current commander of the 33rd Regiment is Liu Bingyan, who was once a student of the Department of Mathematics at National BJ University. During the December 9th Movement, he joined the army.

Since becoming the commander of the main regiment of the 9th District of Jizhong, he has been committed to improving or developing weapons that are more suitable for the Eighth Route Army.

The flamethrower just mentioned is exactly the project that Commander Liu is currently researching. After all, no one can refuse an efficient and lethal weapon.

Hearing this, a trace of yearning flashed in the eyes of the young commander.

Today, the Border Area Weapons Experimental Research Bureau has become a holy place in the minds of researchers.

"Let's talk about the future later. Let's deal with the battle at hand first. This time, the Japanese have mobilized the forces of three divisions and two independent mixed brigades. Don't take it lightly."

"I'll go say hello to Lao Liu in the next defense zone and discuss the matter of joint defense. You still have to worry about the situation on the position. If there are any problems, please use the communicator in time."

Just as Commander Liu was about to ride away on his bicycle, a series of loud noises suddenly came from the enemy's position in the distance.

A moment later, Datong's northern city wall suffered a series of artillery fire.

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The perspective came to the 110th Division, the attack position of the Japanese.

"Order, the artillery regiment focuses fire on the north wall of Datong! Your mission is not to destroy it, but only to interfere with the Eighth Route Army above!"

"The 139th and 140th regiments are ready to launch an attack. Before the sun sets today, the battle outside the city must be ended and a bridgehead must be established in the city!"

Since then, the war broke out.

The Japanese army aimed mountain and field artillery of various calibers at the Datong city wall, and shells flew towards the north of the city with a whistling sound.

A dozen seconds later, the smoke of the explosion rose from the city wall and the wall, and the shock wave swept the Eighth Route Army soldiers in various defense zones with brick and stone fragments.

It is worth mentioning that the devils did not use all the artillery in this attack, but chose to disperse them in the formations of various infantry battalions.

There is no way. After the failure of the previous artillery battles, the artillery, who have always been arrogant, had to admit that they were not as good as others.

If they were attacked again, the few barreled artillery would probably be wiped out by the Eighth Route Army.

"It's dark, load!"

As the bombardment continued, the captains of the squadrons and battalions drew their command sabers and rushed to the moat with their soldiers carrying the tools they had prepared in advance.

Although the North China Front Army did not have much experience in crossing rivers, their colleagues in the south provided them with a lot of experience.

Before the general offensive officially began, the Japanese produced a large number of folding boats, light boats, rubber boats, and floating bridge boats, and even cut down trees to make floating bridges.

Just as the 108th Infantry Brigade was about to approach the moat, the defenders on the city wall seized the opportunity to launch the first wave of counterattacks.

"Fire!"

After receiving the order, the artillerymen on the north city wall immediately opened fire, madly inputting at the Japanese below.

Although there were not many mortars put into battle due to problems such as firing range. But dozens of them were still not a small number, and the full-speed volley caused the unprepared Japanese to suffer a great loss.

Boom boom boom!

"Baga! Those damn mortars again!"

"Don't you, the Eighth Route Army, have any other tricks?"

The current situation made Ishii Kaho, who went to the front line to observe the battle situation, feel heartbroken.

In order to avoid exposing the troops to the firepower of the Eighth Route Army for a long time, his two infantry regiments had to rush straight towards the moat.

As a result, the infantry had very limited space to dodge when facing artillery shells.

Although he felt heartbroken, as a brigade commander with rich command experience, Ishii Kaho's on-the-spot reaction was not slow.

"Notify the artillery regiment to fire special bullets immediately! Yellow bullets, white bullets, blue and white bullets are all fine, take out all the stocks to save the situation!"

"Send a telegram to the division commander! Apply to use the Type 92 105 howitzer to cover the open space behind the moat. The Eighth Route Army must have prepared a large number of mines and obstacles there!"

"Hey!"

Through the observation just now, the old devil found that the power of 75mm mountain and field artillery had almost no substantial effect.

Let’s not talk about whether the shells can hit the city wall accurately. Even if they hit it, it is difficult to destroy the Eighth Route Army’s firepower points hidden in the semi-permanent fortifications.

Rather than wasting shells and time, it is better to use mustard gas, phosgene and diphenyl cyanoarsine to disgust the enemy.

Your Eighth Route Army does have a lot of gas masks, and even every soldier in the main force has one. But daily training and actual combat are two different things. Who can guarantee that they can still fight in full condition in the poisonous gas?

Two minutes later, the 110th Artillery Regiment immediately took action.

The Japanese artillerymen gave up the grenades and used three types of Type 92 special bullets according to Ishii Kaho’s suggestion.

At the same time, the division-level 105mm howitzer opened fire again, and several huge fireballs rose in the open space between the moat and the city wall.

"well!"

"It seems that my tactics are very effective. The Eighth Route Army's firepower is weaker by more than one level!"

"Hurry across the river, and before the enemy slows down, we must let the engineers bring explosive packs close to the city wall!"

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Facts have proved that Ishii Kaho's strange trick is indeed effective.

When streams of colorful poisonous gas exploded on the city wall, the soldiers in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region fell into a brief panic.

"poison gas!"

"The little devil has released poison! Everyone put on gas masks!"

"Don't panic, just follow the usual training steps! We used to be able to fight with rags, but now that we have advanced equipment, we don't have to be afraid!"

With the organization of grassroots commanders, the comrades quickly stabilized their formation and once again picked up their weapons to fight back at the enemies below.

However, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and even a short minute or two can change the situation.

While the soldiers of the 33rd Regiment were wearing gas masks, the leading troops of the 108th Brigade had already arrived along the moat and began to cross the river with the tools in their hands.

In this situation, some of the comrades who could not remain calm had already reached for the secret weapon on the side.

"Don't worry! Hold still!"

"No one is allowed to throw in advance without my order. Now is not the best time!"

When the regiment leader spoke, the soldiers naturally had no objection.

This is not only obedience to the commander, but also trust in a college student.

Facing the Japanese who were trying to forcibly cross the river, rifles and light and heavy machine guns on the city walls opened fire. Coupled with grenades and mortars, the moat was suddenly filled with floating corpses, and even the river water turned red.

"Now! Throw it!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers grabbed the glass bottles on the side without hesitation, and then threw them towards the moat below.

From a distance of forty meters, it was thrown from high to low again.

According to Commander Li, even a woman can throw it, let alone an Eighth Route Army soldier whose physical fitness has been fully improved.

In an instant, tens of thousands of glass bottles were thrown into the moat. These bottles were filled with gasoline.

"Grenade! Mortar! 40 pieces of fire! Give them all to me!"

Boom boom boom!

In a violent explosion, the moat instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Japanese who forcibly crossed the river were caught off guard and were directly swallowed by the fire.

Out of fear of the flames, the Japanese infantry in the rear instinctively wanted to retreat, but the artillery of the 33rd Regiment did not give them a chance to retreat.

"The fats and oils of the human body are natural combustion accelerants. The more corpses there are, the stronger the fire will burn."

"Don't beat those Japanese who are not dead and let them writhe around with fire and gasoline. It's not easy to fight in the winter. We have to help the enemy keep warm!"

"They are all acquaintances! Let them be themselves in the fire!" (End of Chapter)