Ma Zhanying, who was charging with a Schmeisser, was panting and following a tank with black smoke coming from its rear, cursing as he ran.
"Damn it, your house is on fire. Why are you driving so fast and rushing to reincarnate?"
Ma Zhanying, who had just been transferred from the artillery battalion to the armored battalion, was participating in actual combat for the first time and was still not used to the combat rhythm of the armored battalion.
Seeing Ma Zhanying running out of breath and cursing, a young private on the side couldn't help but said: "Senior, you can't do this. You can't talk when you are running with the tank. You have to concentrate and be aware of the dangers around you at any time."
The devil came out.
Even though our tanks seem to be indestructible, if a kid rushes up to us and puts explosive packets under the tracks, our tanks will still have to lie down."
Ma Zhanying did not look down upon him because of his youth. He glanced at the rank of private on his shoulder, and then asked curiously: "Looking at your young age, you don't know much."
The private grinned: "Thank you, senior. These things were taught to me by the squad leader. You may not be familiar with them when you first come here. Our armored battalion is different from ordinary infantry. You can get familiar with it after you go into battle...Senior, be careful..."
As soon as the private finished speaking, a string of bullets flew over and hit the armor of the tank. It made a heart-wrenching impact and turned into a ricochet. Before Ma Zhanying could react, the private fell silently.
On the ground.
Ma Zhanying quickly dragged the private aside, checked, and found a hole as big as a baby's fist on his right chest, with a steady stream of blood flowing out of it.
"What a fool, it's a ricochet. Now we're in some trouble."
Bullets will ricochet after hitting a hard object.
Once the ricochet hits the human body again, the bullet will roll over the human body due to deformation and cause greater damage.
Ma Zhanying is also a veteran, so of course he knows how dangerous this kind of injury is.
While cursing, he tremblingly took out a pack of styptic powder and applied it to the private's wound. He then tore off a bandage and applied it to the wound, then wrapped it around several times.
There is only one rule for first aid on the battlefield, and that is to stop the bleeding of the wounded as quickly as possible. As for cleaning the wound and removing bullets and shrapnel, that is the job of the doctors at the rear.
"Medical soldier...Medical soldier...come here quickly, someone is injured here!"
He shouted several times, and a medical soldier with a red cross on his sleeve hurried over, briefly checked the wound, and quickly carried the person away.
After seeing the person being taken down, Ma Zhanying grabbed the submachine gun again and prepared to follow, but found that his hands were sticky. When he lowered his head, he found that his hands were full of blood. He grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground and rubbed his hands.
, then grabbed the Schmeisser submachine gun and followed.
The attack speed of the armored battalion was so sudden and so fast that the Japanese First Battalion, which was launching a counterattack, did not even react. When the captain of the Japanese First Battalion discovered that a large number of tanks had arrived from the Chinese army on the opposite side, he had already
It was too late to order a retreat.
Even though the No. 4 tank looked square and square, with a tiger-headed head, a big waist and a round waist, its speed was still considerable when it had enough horses. The infantrymen who were attacking the four tanks had no time to retreat before they were rushed in like a tide.
Dozens of tanks and infantry were overwhelmed.
"Da da da……"
Panting, Ma Zhanying pulled the trigger at the two Japanese soldiers who turned around and ran away more than a hundred meters away. With a crisp and soft sound, the two running Japanese soldiers fell to the ground without saying a word.
"Ka... Ka Ka"
After the two Japanese soldiers were swept to the ground, a clicking sound was immediately heard from the submachine gun, which was the sound of the firing pin hitting the air.
The magazine capacity of the Schmeisser submachine gun is only 32 rounds. With its rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute, if you hold the trigger and don't let go, it only takes 4 to 5 seconds to empty a magazine.
Ma Zhanying quickly lay down on the ground, took out another magazine from his right waist and replaced it. He pulled the bolt of the gun and made a clicking sound of bullets being loaded. Then he casually put the empty magazine into his bag.
When Ma Zhanying got up again after changing the magazine, he saw that the Japanese troops were retreating like a tide, and the tanks of the armored battalion were chasing at full speed, leaving the infantry behind them far away.
"These bastards run so fast."
Ma Zhanying looked bitterly at the tanks that were getting further and further ahead. Knowing that there was no point in pursuing them, he simply stopped chasing them. There were many infantrymen who had the same idea as him, and everyone began to clean up the battlefield.
Even though it took less than ten minutes for the armored battalion to enter the battlefield, the Japanese army had already dumped hundreds of corpses here.
Half an hour later, Takehiko Iwase, who was on the march, received another urgent call.
"Your Excellency, Division Commander, just now, Chinese reinforcements arrived. Our leading troops have been defeated by the Chinese and suffered heavy losses. Now the remaining members of the first brigade are retreating."
"What... how long has it been since a large group of imperial troops were defeated like this?"
Takehiko Iwase couldn't believe his ears. Just a moment ago, there was a report from the front that they were leading people to hold on and organize a counterattack. Only half an hour had passed, and a large group of imperial troops had been defeated.
"Baga... is incompetent... tell Fujino-kun that a stupid captain like that should have a disembowelment as soon as possible, otherwise more warriors will die at his hands."
The staff officer said bitterly: "Your Excellency, Division Commander, Major Watanabe was shot by a Chinese machine gun while commanding the retreat. He has already served the Emperor with all his loyalty."
Takehiko Iwase was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "It's an advantage for him. You should immediately send a report to Fujino so that he can no longer retreat. If the entire 222nd Regiment is defeated, then don't blame me for being rude.
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"Hi!"
The staff officer quickly bowed to answer, and then asked: "Your Excellency, Division Commander, our biggest problem now is that we still don't know the number of the Chinese tank unit on the opposite side. How will we answer if the commander smells it later?"
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"yes!"
Mentioning this, Takehiko Iwase felt a little headache. After so many years of fighting, this was the first time he encountered such a situation. This encounter took place for almost an hour, and he didn't even know who his opponent was.
It's too ridiculous.
Worse yet, how should he report to the Commander?
Could it be that we were attacked by unidentified Chinese armored forces and suffered heavy losses, so we need tactical guidance?
If he really said that, he, as the division commander, would probably be done with it.
Gritting his teeth, he continued to ask: "Where is the 30th Flying Squadron? Have their planes arrived?"
The staff officer raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Probably not yet. We sent the telegram just over thirty minutes ago. The flying team should have set off by now. Including the time to get to the battlefield, it will take at least more than an hour."
"These bastards, why are they moving so slowly?" Takehiko Iwase was very dissatisfied with the dispatch efficiency of the flying team. It's just that the people in the Army Aviation usually have their noses in the air. Even he, the division commander, doesn't really buy it. He
There was nothing I could do, let alone send a telegram to urge him.
Not to mention that Takehiko Iwase was stomping his feet anxiously there. In a small town more than 80 miles away from the 108th Division, Kanji Ishihara, commander of the 16th Division, also received a telegram from Takehiko Iwase. When Ishihara Kanji
When the 108th Division suddenly encountered Chinese armored forces, my first reaction was as confused as Takehiko Iwase's.
"Nani... this guy Iwase actually encountered a Chinese chariot unit, am I right?"
Ishihara Wanji is not tall, looks thin, and does not look as stiff and fierce as ordinary Japanese soldiers, but looks a little weak.
But it would be wrong for anyone to see him clearly because of this. In today's Japan, Ishihara Kanji can be said to be one of the few people with a very strategic vision.
He is also one of the very few people in Japan who does not agree with the expansion of war with China. He once said that Japan and China are like a strong mouse and an extremely weak elephant.
But no matter how strong the mouse is, it is impossible to swallow the weak elephant in one bite. The only way to eat the elephant is to boil the frog in warm water and slowly eat the elephant's flesh and blood. Wait until this
The mouse grew to the size of a tiger and then swallowed the elephant in one bite.
The best way is to manage Manchuria well first and actively send immigrants to Manchuria. When Manchuria becomes Japan's real land, it will not be too late to start a full-scale war with China.
It's just that Kanji Ishihara's ideas were completely contrary to the mainstream thinking of the Japanese military. He even had a serious conflict with Hideki Tojo, the then Chief of Staff of the Kwantung Army, so much so that he could no longer stay in the Kwantung Army. In the end, he was still his boss.
His friend Seishiro Itagaki helped him win the position of commander of the 16th Division.
Now, Ishihara Wanji's expression gradually became serious after the shock, and he called the chief of staff, Colonel Mitsuo Nakazawa.
"Immediately send a report to Commander Tada to report the situation of the 108th Division to him, and ask him to send an aircraft fleet to the front for reconnaissance as soon as possible. If possible, immediately mobilize all the aircraft of the 30th Flying Group to attack the 108th Division.
The Chinese tank troops fighting in the regiment will carry out all-round bombing. They must move quickly. If it is late, I am afraid that the Chinese will run away."
"Your Excellency, Division Commander." Mitsuo Nakazawa said with some embarrassment: "It's not a good idea for us to overstep our authority like this. Division Commander Iwase will probably be angry if he finds out."
"angry?"
Ishihara smiled softly: "I know this guy Takehiko Iwase. Although he will definitely request to send planes for reconnaissance and bombing, as far as I know, he does not have a very good relationship with the captain of the third flying team.
I guessed that the 30th Flying Squadron would not be so willing to send out planes, so I had to help him tell the Commander to prevent the Chinese from running away. You must know that the opponent is a tank force.
I'm really curious, which Chinese army came here and why?"