Chapter 3076 We have to get some division leaders

Just as the Japanese division commander expected.

As soon as the TOS-1A's concentrated firepower stopped, the leader's attack force, which seized the opportunity to move forward, immediately rushed forward.

On the Japanese side, which suffered heavy casualties under the swarm coverage of 310mm heavy rockets, few of them could even stand up after the artillery fire coverage ended.

Somewhere in the position, the top layer of soil left behind after TOS-1A concentrated fire suddenly shook.

A Japanese commander holding a command knife suddenly stretched out his hand from the floating soil like a corpse in a cemetery. He plucked randomly in mid-air but couldn't find anything he could hold on to, and no one came forward on his own initiative. Give him a hand.

In the end, I had to rely on myself. I raised my hands to support the ground and stood up suddenly. Only then did I shake off the floating soil from my body and finally got up from the ground.

"Hu-ha-hu-hu-"

The Japanese commander, who was almost pressed to the ground and suffocated to death, was breathing heavily, holding the command knife in his hand and pressing the blade downwards on the ground as a walking stick.

Looking around, there is a messy scene like the surface of the moon, as if you are in the apocalypse just after being destroyed.

That is to say, the clothes on his body were so dirty and covered with mud stains from head to toe that he couldn't even see his specific military rank, let alone his identity.

But if the soil on the collar badge can be peeled off, you can clearly see that this Japanese commander who is as messy as a bereaved dog is actually a captain of the Colonel Corps, who has been labeled "finished" by the division commander. Koji Kondo.

"People!? Where are all the people!? Is there anyone alive!!!"

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No matter how Kondo, who was almost buried alive, screamed, no one in the surrounding positions surrounded by craters came forward to answer, and there was only dead silence as far as the eye could see.

Koji Kondo, who did not believe in evil, was still trying hard, and came to the bomb-proof hole closest to him in his memory, which was now just a bomb crater filled with floating soil.

He knelt down on his knees and dug with his bare hands. He swung his claws left and right like a pangolin and exerted his strength for a while. After digging for nearly five minutes, he still found nothing. He finally couldn't help but blurt out the cry of collapse.

"Noda, Yamamoto, Aokawa-kun! Where are you!? Someone answer me! Where are the soldiers!?"

boom--

call out--

crackling——

He didn't wait for a response from his own people, but was the first to receive the gunshots and bullets from the Russians on the opposite side.

The 62mm warhead became unstable and rolled as soon as it entered the flesh. It was shot from the back and out of the chest. The powerful tearing energy directly smashed Kondo Koji's internal organs to pieces, and a bullet that could almost fit a fist was fired in the chest. Big hole.

One second he was shouting like crazy, and the next second his life force had been drained out, and he had completely turned into a corpse that could no longer move and collapsed on the ground.

A huge amount of blood gushes out from the hideous wound, dyeing the entire land beneath him red in just a few seconds. His godless eyes are like dead fish floating on the water, staring blankly at the wounds. Smokey sky.

When the heavy roar of the diesel engine comes, when the rattling sound of the crawler tracks is approaching.

The huge IS7 heavy tank drove forward closely behind the infantry soldiers.

Sulovechenko, who borrowed an SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle with a 3x PU scope and killed the Japanese leader from behind with one shot, was finally able to step forward and review the result of his fatal blow.

"I didn't expect him to be a colonel. Looking at the command knife in his hand, I thought he was at most a lieutenant."

Sulovechenko, who remembered the identification of Japanese military ranks very clearly, recognized the rank of the man he killed at a glance.

I raised my foot and stepped on the "open-minded" corpse, and found that there was no movement at all. It was already dead.

"Does that mean the group of Japanese devils we just fought with are at least the size of a coalition? Very good, but we have to see how many coalitions these Japanese lunatics can squander."

After the reform of the tripartite system, conventional infantry divisions with three-digit numbers like the Kwantung Army only had three combat wings in total.

The intelligence we have shows that today's battle is 1 VS 3. One of our own divisions is facing off against the combined forces of three Japanese divisions.

So far, only the corpses of the captains who were confirmed to have been killed were found, and this thing at his feet was already the fifth.

If we do not count those company commanders whose bodies were not found, or whose bodies were "physically evaporated" directly by the Red Army's artillery fire, we can actually roughly calculate how many Japanese troops are left on the position in front of us.

"There are at most 2 regiments left, so that's right. We also eliminated other Japanese troops during the roundabout assault on the left and right wings before, which is not included in the battle to attack the position."

Sulovechenko, who was also aware of the details, estimated the enemy's remaining strength as he walked, and at the same time quietly spoke to Alsim who was walking beside him, but at this moment Comrade "Slavic Superman" was obviously thinking about other issues.

"But there is not a single general of the Japs. Whether it is the destroyed headquarters or the bodies found, the biggest officer is just the commander of the regiment. Guess where the generals of the Japs are now."

"Huh? You mean"

How could Sulovechenko, who had fought side by side with Alsim for a long time, fail to recognize that Comrade Slavic Superman meant something else in his words.

Two and a half positions have been taken, but not a single Japanese general has been caught or killed. And a battle of this level and this level would be impossible without the overall command of a Japanese general at the division commander level. thing.

So where are the Japanese generals from these three divisions?

The answer is obviously right in front of him. It is already clear that the "huge temptation" of at least three major general division commanders is what Alsim is interested in.

"Tell comrades to be prepared. There may be a whole nest of big fish in this net. We can't let others get ahead of us. Whether the Japanese division commander lives or lives, he must get a few, otherwise his trip to China will be in vain." Once again, Comrade Commander is still waiting for our good news."

Whether captured alive or killed, Alsim, who has captured more than one Nazi general, now has a new goal, to add a few more Japanese generals and division commanders to his record.

Knowing that the Japanese army's large-scale field headquarters was in a hidden location not far away, Sulovechenko, who also yearned for Mozambique's war achievements, had the same ambition as Alsim.

Although he didn't know that his command post had been taken care of by the Russians on the opposite side, the Japanese lieutenant general division commander who was busy mobilizing troops and generals was still making a last ditch effort.

The remaining solid fortifications and heavy artillery in the core area were his last trump card.