sjar Chapter 627 Sun Fumin: Are you fighting a war or throwing money around?
Chapter 627 Sun Fumin: Are you fighting a war or throwing money around?
Sun Fumin looked past the wreckage of the tank and into the distance.
On the dirt road, smoke and dust billowed, and a long line of half-track vehicles roared towards the front line.
He was very familiar with these vehicles, they were M3 half-track vehicles made by White Eagle.
However, the emblem painted on the vehicle body was not the familiar white star emblem, but the ferocious tiger head emblem unique to the Nanyang Army.
What is even more eye-catching is that some of these half-track vehicles have quadruple-mounted 12.7mm heavy machine guns (M16 anti-aircraft vehicles) in the rear cargo box, while others carry a 37mm anti-aircraft gun (M15 anti-aircraft vehicle).
M15 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, 37mm main gun with two 12.7mm machine guns
The black muzzle of the gun pointed to the sky and swayed slightly as the vehicle bumped along.
"These self-propelled anti-aircraft guns..." Sun Fumin murmured.
The Nanyang staff immediately explained:
"The Japanese Kamikaze attack was too crazy. The planes were crashing down recklessly. The frontline troops had no adequate accompanying air defense.
These M15s and M16s were rushed to reinforce the frontline troops' air defense firepower and were primarily deployed near key intersections and supply points."
Sun Fumin looked at the mechanized convoy heading to the front line, listened to the staff officer's detailed introduction, and compared it with the current situation in the Republic of China where it was difficult to train troops on horses and mules, and air defense basically relied on hiding. He felt like something was pulling at his heart.
An indescribable feeling of loss and discouragement surged up uncontrollably.
He knew that the White Eagles were powerful, well-equipped, and had inhumane logistics.
But he did not expect that the Nanyang National Defense Army, which was also composed mainly of Chinese, had reached this level.
From individual anti-tank equipment to company-platoon tactics, and then to the luxurious accompanying air defense and mechanization levels... this has completely exceeded his understanding of the "Chinese army."
This is simply not an army from the same era.
He suddenly understood a little.
Why was it that his superiors refused to let his New 1st Army go out to fight the Japanese, preferring instead to stay in the rear and eat moldy rice?
I'm afraid that guarding against this "compatriot" in the south is more important than fighting the devils in the north... right?
The thought made him feel a chill and sadness.
The accompanying White Eagle officer saw Sun Fumin's face changing and he remained silent, thinking that he was tired, and suggested that they arrange for him to rest first.
Sun Fumin suddenly raised his head, his eyes became sharp again, and the soldier's stubbornness and competitive spirit were completely aroused.
He wanted to see with his own eyes how strong the Nanyang Army was and how the White Eagle Army fought.
He took a deep breath, suppressed all his complicated emotions, and said firmly to the White Eagle representative and the Nanyang staff:
"There's no rush to rest. Since I've come to the front lines, I can't come in vain. Can you arrange it? I want to go to the front lines and observe your army firsthand... and the White Eagles' combat methods."
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By the end of April, the battle at the southern tip of the Ryukyu Islands had turned into a head-on, messed-up affair.
The Japs knew they couldn't escape, so they hid in a defensive line consisting of countless caves, tunnels, and bunkers, holding on stubbornly.
The Nanyang Army and the White Eagle soldiers could only go south through the hole in the middle of the island and fight their way forward.
Sun Fumin followed the observation group and watched the White Eagle Army's fighting style for a few days.
How should I put it? It feels like one word: neat.
Attack, retreat, and detour are all done according to the manual. The initiative at the company and battalion levels is almost negligible, and it basically depends on the level of the superior commander.
If the superiors are powerful, the troops will fight smoothly; if the superiors are mediocre, the troops will fight a little dully, relying purely on firepower to push forward.
But their logistics are really fucking luxurious.
Sun Fumin finally opened his eyes.
The White Eagle soldiers in the rear camp could actually drink iced cola every day.
in the country, this thing is a luxury item that only high-ranking officials can occasionally try.
Naval artillery support was available on call, and aircraft bombing was almost uninterrupted.
What makes him most jealous is the medical care.
In the White Eagle Force, there are professionally trained medical soldiers at the company and platoon levels, who run around carrying medicine bags.
As long as the wounded soldiers did not die on the spot, they would be quickly carried away by a stretcher team, and trucks or jeeps would rush back with enough operating tables, plasma, and medicines.
With this rescue speed, the number of casualties seems high, but not many people were actually killed, and most of them could be rescued.
How can the soldiers' morale not be high when their lives are guaranteed?
Sun Fumin looked at everything in front of him and felt very upset.
This isn't a war, this is just a rich man spending money.
Domestic troops? They're lucky to have enough food to eat and not starve.
Injured? It depends on fate.
Many brothers did not die on the battlefield, but died on the way back.
People are more mad than people.
With mixed feelings, Sun Fumin moved to the defense zone of the 6th Division of the Nanyang Army.
As soon as we arrived at a forward observation post, we found that the attacking troops in front had stopped.
The soldiers spread out according to the terrain, their guns pointed forward, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant.
The accompanying Nanyang staff officer picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, then whispered a few words to the officer next to him, and turned back to explain to Sun Fumin:
"General Sun, we've encountered a minefield ahead. The Japanese have buried quite a few, mixed with booby traps."
Sun Fumin nodded. He was very familiar with this situation.
Generally speaking, when encountering this situation, it is the engineers who have to take action.
Holding the mine detector, I lay on the ground and moved forward slowly. It was a job that required me to put my head on my belt.
The Japanese often ambushed sharpshooters and targeted engineers.
Whether the engineers can clear mines smoothly or not depends entirely on whether the troops' firepower cover and tactical coordination are in place, which can best reflect the training foundation of a unit.
He raised his artillery scope, ready to take a closer look at how the Nanyang Army would deal with this problem.
The Nanyang staff officer next to him just smiled but said nothing.
I saw several six-wheeled "Lynx" off-road vehicles unique to the Nanyang Army, which looked a bit like jeeps but were larger, driving up from behind. They were also towing an extremely ugly iron frame - like a monster made of a bunch of steel pipes welded together.
"What... is that?" Sun Fumin was stunned.
He didn't recognize that this was the light 100mm rocket launcher (Type 63 107mm light towed rocket launcher) that Zhang Chi had developed by "borrowing" ideas from later generations. It was simple and durable, with extremely powerful firepower.
I saw that ugly rocket launcher was quickly set up.
then--
"Swish swish swish-!!!"
A burst of dense, hair-raising whistling sounds suddenly rang out.
There was a flash of fire, and countless rockets with tails of flames smashed into the minefield ahead.
“BOOM Boom Boom Boom!!!”
In an instant, the earth shook.
Huge explosions followed one after another, and flames and thick smoke completely engulfed the area.
Mud, rubble, and broken trees were blown all over the sky.
Naturally, countless landmines were also detonated by this violent explosion.
Sun Fumin held up the artillery scope, his mouth wide open, unable to close for a long time.
Use... use rocket launchers... to clear mines?!
This guy is so fucking arrogant and wasteful.