"Regiment commander, this front line is in a big battle, you went to the brigade headquarters, who will command?"

Li Yunlong was just about to set off, and Zhang Dabiao stopped him with a word.

"Fuck..."

Unable to pick up the brigade commander, Li Yunlong suddenly bared his teeth, scolded and scolded, and after helplessly calling the monk to the brigade headquarters, he walked to the table and looked at the map around Ping'an County above, flashing sharply:

"It's almost time now."

"Hmm."

Zhang Dabiao nodded:

"After six days of attacking, all five companies of the armored battalion have had more than three actual battles, and although there are many tank losses, the number of vehicle crews is very small, and there are currently 127 tanks that can be dispatched."

"Ammunition reserves are also very well-stocked."

"The first and second battalions are also ready."

In the end, Zhang Dabiao held his head high and spoke confidently.

In February, there was a quota of 45,000 tons of ammunition.

"Okay."

Li Yunlong looked at his watch and exhaled:

"Let's start tonight, then."

"Strive to occupy Ping'an County before the end of the month, and labor and management should build the hospital in Ping'an County. Ping'an County, Ping'an Ping'an, this name is also very suitable for establishing a hospital. ”

Brother Chen said before that medical experts and some medical equipment will be sent over as soon as possible, but the follow-up large-scale equipment and more than a dozen super-large scientific research medical equipment can only be delivered after the hospital is built and the supporting facilities are perfect.

For example, large diesel generators, etc.

"Yes."

Zhang Dabiao stood up and saluted.

"Go ahead."

Li Yunlong waved his hand.

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In the afternoon of the same day, that is, on the afternoon of February 21.

Inside the Devil's Front Command.

"The Independence Regiment has finally stopped attacking."

A staff officer wiped his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night they organized men to recapture the 4th and 5th positions, and the independent regiment has not launched a night attack so far, and the tanks are not suitable for a night attack, which means that today passed safely.

"It should be that the tank consumption is too large, so the attack is suspended."

A staff officer speculated:

"In six days, we have destroyed a hundred tanks, and even if they have enough supplies, it will be difficult to replenish them in a short time."

In the headquarters, Yamamoto did not speak, but silently glanced at the two people, and found that both of them were new staff officers, and he understood in his heart.

Newcomers.

It's normal to have this thought.

After all, for the empire, in just six days, there was a loss of a hundred tanks, and I am afraid that the base camp and the locusts will personally call and curse, and the commander will be removed from his post on the spot and may even commit suicide.

But on the opposite side are separate regiments, which can waste tens of thousands of tons of ammunition in vain, build roads with tanks, and transport earthworks with half-tracked armored vehicles.

Will these hundred tanks be missing?

You don't have to think about it to know.

Yamamoto can see clearly in the past six days, although the death squad he organized blew up a hundred tanks with his life under the effect of drugs, he also found that the casualties of the independent regiment were actually very small.

Fifteen kilograms of explosives were so powerful that they could blow up Tank IV, but it was difficult to hurt those inside, and the slightest tank of the Independent Regiment seemed to be much more powerful than the original German defense.

He had seen the inside of a blown up tank, which had an anti-spalling inner layer that effectively protected it from fragmentation damage.

In the face of such a situation, sometimes, Yamamoto can't help but wonder, where is the hope for this battle?

He's able to resist now.

The tank unit of the independent regiment is obviously seriously lacking in combat experience, and the same is true for the attacking infantry, he can see that although the training is sufficient, the actual combat experience is seriously insufficient, and there are many loopholes in the cooperation, relying on human lives to fill it, he can still block it now.

But in the last two days, Yamamoto has also discovered that the price of blowing up a tank is several times greater than in the first few days, and the troops of the Independent Regiment are beginning to grow at an alarming rate.

If you continue, you can't see the odds.

He has a lot of strength left, and he can still block the other side for a long, long time.

There were still more than 50,000 imperial troops in the three counties of Ping'an, Panxian and Yuxian, with sufficient supplies and ammunition, and their morale was not affected much. The destruction of a hundred tanks, which was advertised as a great victory, greatly boosted morale.

But then what?

If a hundred imperial troops change a tank, he can only change five hundred, and when the troops of the independent regiment become more and more mature, and fully give full play to the advantages of the tank's firepower and armor mobility, I am afraid that two hundred people may not be able to change one, and the more difficult it will be to fight this battle in the back.

The weapons gap is too big.

"Don't let up."

Yamamoto accentuated his tone:

"Order the troops to seize the time to repair the damaged front-line positions, strengthen the anti-artillery holes, and strengthen the hidden tunnels."

Concealment tunnels are an anti-tank tactic invented by Yamamoto, which is to dig a deep pit bunker in the position, hide a daredevil, and when the tank passes, pull off the explosive bag and rush out and die with the tank.

So far, this is the most effective way to deal with the tanks of the separate regiment.

But this tactic has very high requirements for the death squad members, they must stay calm and not take medicine, even in Ping'an County, he has been trained for so long, and there are not many suitable death squad members.

"Hey."

The staff officer bowed his head and took orders.

In February, the northwest of Shanxi is still bitterly cold, there is still snow on the ground, and the night also falls quickly.

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It was half past seven in the evening, and the night had completely fallen.

Independence map on the position.

It was the third line of positions of the former Japanese army.

The first tank company, the second tank company, and the three years of tanks, a total of 90 tanks, 150 armored vehicles lined up neatly, several of which were equipped with large searchlights, and at the rear of the position, the 105 howitzers, which had increased to 100 guns, also raised their barrels and pointed at the devil's position in the distance.

On the other side, more than a dozen 120 mortar positions are also being constructed, and behind the gun emplacements, boxes of flares are piled up.

Although the main purpose of today's offensive was to cover the first and second battalions, and it only needed to attract the attention of the devils, and there was no need to capture positions or anything, as the first time that a tank unit launched an offensive at night, it still faced great challenges.

For this reason, the first and most elite tank companies were responsible for the attack.

Even, Li Yunlong personally went to the front line to organize.

Fortunately, after a week of fighting, the troops have improved greatly, and almost every unit has been reborn.

At the same time.

On the right side of Heyuan County, on a mountain road leading to Yu County, a battalion of 1,200 soldiers and 200 mules full of supplies gathered here, and Zhang Dabiao, commander of the first battalion and chief of staff of the Independent Regiment, was standing at the front of the team. valley

"A battalion assembles."

Raising his throat, Zhang Dabiao shouted out of the assembly after a long absence.

Since he served as chief of staff, the size of the independent regiment has become larger and larger, and he has not personally commanded a battalion for a long time, and it is the deputy battalion commander Xu Husheng who replaces the command.

Tap···

The footsteps of 1,200 people were uniform.

Looking at the team in front of him, in a trance, Zhang Dabiao sounded four years ago, that is, in 40 years, when he and the regiment commander first arrived at the independent regiment.

At that time, the independent regiment had just been attacked by Yamamoto, with heavy losses and low morale, in order to improve the period, of course, and for the second business of Boss Chen, as well as the price of the 100 tons of weapons and ammunition, he led the elite company formed from the backbone of the regiment from Yang Village, attacked Shuangfeng Town, and killed Yamamoto's classmate, Ikeda Kuichi, the leader of the first combat team of Yamamoto's special team.

At that time, it was also nighttime, and it was also snowing heavily.

"Today."

Zhang Dabiao retracted his thoughts, his eyes condensed, and he was murderous:

"The task of the first battalion is difficult."

"We will march through the march overnight, and before nine o'clock tomorrow, we will reach a valley called Tieziling between the road leading from Yuxian to Panxian, and establish a position and hold it for thirty-six hours."

"Tieziling is fifty kilometers away from here, and there are five devil positions along the way, close to Yu County, and there are more than 20,000 devils around."

"When the time comes, we will face an attack by devils ten times our size."

"Although the second battalion will disperse the devil's forces on another road, in this operation, we will not have artillery support, there will be almost unlimited 105 howitzer fire support, and there will be no continuous logistical supply."

"We have to rely on the ammunition we carry, under the attack of more than 10,000 devils, and hold on for 36 hours."

Zhang Dabiao's voice fell, and the soldiers of the first battalion inevitably had some commotion and some exchanges.

Since the 15th of December, almost every battle fought by the Independent Regiment has been an infinite supply of ammunition and unlimited fire support, and the overwhelming artillery fire and bullets have been smashed down on the devil's head.

Fighters also have to get used to and even enjoy this mode of combat.

This time there is no such thing suddenly, and it is inevitable that I am a little uncomfortable, and even a little panicked.

After all, this battle was not easy, they penetrated into the rear of the enemy, held out for thirty-six hours under the attack of more than 10,000 devils, and there was no time to build a strong position, and there was not enough ammunition.

"Nervous?"

Seeing the performance of the soldiers of the first battalion, Zhang Dabiao smiled, and did not control the discipline of the troops, but let the soldiers mumble.

He can understand the current situation of the troops.

The expansion of the troops was too fast, and at this time most of the first battalion were new recruits, and many of the backbones who were withdrawn from Shou County were promoted to officers, or entered the tank unit, and some even participated in the construction of the rear.

Although it has gone through a long period of training, although it has experienced some battles, and although the current selection is all elite troops, there is still a big gap compared with the previous battalion, and the current battalion has really not fought any hard battles.

has always been crushing and bullying devils with the support of large firepower.

Without waiting for the fighters to answer, Zhang Dabiao continued:

"This mission does sound daunting."

"Our first battalion must hold out for 36 hours in the absence of a strong position, a lack of adequate logistical supplies, and a lack of adequate fire support under a ten-to-one ratio of troops."

"But."

"In my opinion, it was a very simple task."

With a cold snort, Zhang Dabiao raised his tone:

"You're very happy."

"The guy in my hand is the latest semi-automatic rifle, with high accuracy, fast rate of fire, light weight, low failure rate, and the bullet is also very light."

"Before this departure, the ammunition supply was open, and each person carried at least more than five hundred rounds of ammunition, ten grenades, and each squad machine gun group carried at least two thousand rounds."

"We've been fighting devils for six years, and I think many of you know what we were like five or six years ago."

Hearing this, the soldiers of the battalion, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly fell silent.

The independent regiment has become rich, and it has not been much time, and it has only been more than a year since it came to Zhao Jiayu, and at this moment, among the soldiers of the first battalion, many of them were still militiamen before, and all of them experienced that difficult time.

Everyone is well aware.

Not to mention five or six years ago, even two years ago, life was terrible. I can't eat enough, I can't dress warmly, and the guy in my hand is also tinkling.

"At the beginning."

Zhang Dabiao spoke, his voice full of memories:

"The regiment commander and I are still in the new regiment, there are more than 1,000 people in the regiment, and there are only more than 200 guns, and most of these guns are made in Hanyang with smooth rifling, and each gun has less than five bullets."

"It's that there are less than five guns for each gun."

The soldiers of the first battalion were collectively silent.

At this moment, the fighters with the new semi-automatic rifles have each person stuffed their pockets with ammunition, the least of which is six hundred rounds, and the strong ones are even stuffed with thousands.

In other words, at this time, a soldier had more bullets than a regiment back then.

As for submachine guns, the bullets are lighter, not to mention.

Because it was clear from before that this task was very difficult, the big mules needed to carry shells and heavy equipment in camels, and the soldiers were required to carry as many bullets as possible.

As for the squad machine gun crew, that's even less to say.

The five-person machine gun group, two people carry machine guns and spare barrels, tripods and other accessories, and the remaining three are responsible for carrying bullets, and the ammunition men of the machine gun team are all strong men, and a group of ammunition starts with 3,000 rounds.

Of course, this is a lot of weight, but for a long time, the fine grains and meat tubes are full, and you can see the full oil and meat in the dishes, and everyone is strong and strong, and it is not a problem to resist this little thing.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Looking at the soldiers who were determined below, Zhang Dabiao smiled:

"Of course, you don't need to be too nervous."

"Although in this battle, although there is no artillery support in the rear, our regiment has aircraft, and in this battle, we will have air support."

When the words fell, 1,200 warriors raised their heads in unison.

Air support?

Air support!

In this battle, there is actually air support!

The momentum came back in an instant.

"Also."

Zhang Dabiao continued:

"If necessary, you can also airdrop some ammunition."

Although the A1 as a template attack aircraft has a very strong load capacity, it is not a special transport aircraft after all, and the efficiency of supply materials is very low, and after wrapping it in cotton cloth, it can only airdrop 800 kilograms of ammunition in one sortie, and it is impossible to guarantee the accuracy and safety of ammunition.

But this sentence still raised the morale of the fighters again, so that the soldiers actually looked forward to this battle.

After all, this is air support.

It's the first time!

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Dabiao drove into the distance under the cover of night.