.This attack on Nanchang, the Japanese army learned the painful lesson of the "Bean" tank in the previous battles that the Type 94 "Bean" tank was destroyed by the Chinese army at a long distance with war defense artillery, and instead used Type 98 medium tanks as tactical assault forces. This medium tank, which was imitated by the outdated tank prototype imported from France in the mid-1920s, was exactly two or three levels different from the latest tanks of the European powers of the same era. However, in Asia, it was indeed the armored combat vehicle with the best protection performance and the most powerful firepower at that time. Objectively speaking, the Chinese army at this time did not have a weapon in hand that could damage its seventeen millimeter-thick front armor from 600 meters away. Even for its slightly thinner side armor with an average thickness of about fourteen millimeters, most of the artillery that the Chinese army could use for anti-tank were so powerless.

But it is not easy to use the 37th battle defense to fight the Type 89 tank at a very close distance of 5 or 600 meters. Not to mention whether it can be hit or not, even if it hits, the possibility of being destroyed on the spot is extremely low. Most of the time, it can only be a bullet crater on the front armor of the 89th tank. However, this war defense cannon that is so close to the Japanese front line is probably unsafe. Therefore, after careful calculation, the Chinese army is still at a disadvantage.

The Japanese tankers relied on their Type 89 tanks, which were rough and thick in skin, and dared to drive their "mounts" without any scruples and rushed towards the Ganjiang River at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour. If these Japanese soldiers could drive the Type 94 "bean" chariot that had been called "fire coffins" by the Japanese armored soldiers in private, they would not dare to be so rampant in the city even if they took advantage of their courage!

"I, the Japanese Japanese, are the ancestors of Banban, these iron turtles are really arrogant!" Xiang Zhongyuan used the fifteen-fold high-power telescope brought back from Germany in the command post to see the Japanese tanks clearly.

At this time, Xiang Zhongyuan's mood was complicated. On the one hand, as the commander-in-chief of the 18th Army on the north bank of the Ganjiang River, Xiang Zhongyuan knew it. He had arranged a trap to deal with these huge Japanese troops, and waited for these big guys to go into the ditch. On the other hand, seeing the arrogant and arrogant arrogance shown by the Japanese Type 98 tanks in his own eyes made Xiang Zhongyuan feel a little nervous, fearing that his arrangement would have no choice but to take these big iron boxes in the end.

The worries about the Central Plains were unnecessary. Cheng Jiaji set up a dead formation for the Type 98 tank this time.

When the Japanese local tanks were advancing at a certain position, suddenly, seven or eight tanks were in a higher position in each assault direction and fell into the trap that the Chinese army had already dug in the same time... Some tanks in the back could not stop, but they squeezed into the same trap as the tanks in front. Several of them rushed too hard, surpassing the unlucky people in front and falling into the trap in front. Cheng Jiaji's move, which seemed ordinary, seemed to be digging a pit, or something. In the eyes of some "military strategists", was purely a small fight that was not a clever one. But the reason why Cheng Jiaji's trick was amazing is that this super big pit was specially tailored for the Japanese Type 89 tanks.

It is said that it is tailor-made for the Type 98 tank, but there is still some explanation. First of all, the cover plate on the pit is a thin layer of cement board. Infantry or vehicles, or even the Type 94 "bean" tank that weighs only more than three tons, cannot crush the cement board covered with a soil layer of about one foot. The Type 89 medium tank with a total combat weight of more than 12 tons is crossed at once. In this way, the situation of accidentally entering the secondary car is avoided.

Secondly, the length, width and height of the Japanese Type 98 tanks are 5.75 meters, 2.18 meters and 2.56 meters respectively. The huge pit designed by Cheng Jiaji, which is six meters long, two meters wide and six meters deep, can not only fully accommodate the huge body of the Type 98 tank, but also allows the superior off-road performance of Type 98 without any use, and even if two cars fall into each other, it is difficult to get out of it.

The above tricks only highlight the tricks of this kind of pit. In fact, this unique tank trap has its vicious side.

The poison is that there is a layer of silt of more than three meters at the bottom of this trap. The weight and constituent materials of the Type 98 tank determine that the first thing they will fall into this layer of silt immediately after falling into the pit. Cheng Jiaji's original intention of doing this was to prevent the members of the crew of the 98 tank from escaping on their own, so as to psychologically deter the Japanese tank soldiers so that they dare not advance too much. Secondly, it is to have the opportunity to seize the Japanese Type 89 tank completely.

As for the Japanese army outside the pit, if they want to rescue vehicles and personnel from the side, the Chinese army should deal with it? Cheng Jiaji also made arrangements to ensure that the Japanese army is "satisfied" with this.

"Bang." With the crisp sound of the gun, a Japanese soldier holding a hook in his hand and two cables tied to his waist fell down, and he saw that he was unable to survive. Let's look at the two cables on the body of the Japanese soldier who had just been hit. These two cables, which were as thick as chopsticks, led to the tail sled of two Type 89 tanks not far away, which were acting as cranes. Looking at the literary website, three Japanese corpses were lying quietly there when the Japanese army was knocked down. Obviously, the luck of this Japanese soldier who had just been killed was not better than that of his three predecessors.

Let us broaden our horizons and you will find that there are at least ten places in Nanchang City, and the same "sitting comedy" is being staged.

Cheng Jiaji, who saw all this in the telescope, suddenly felt a very strong sense of time and space dislocation. It seemed that the scene in front of him did not happen on the Chinese battlefield in the 1930s. It was a 21st century anti-terrorism combat scene. The Japanese tanks and crew members trapped in the pit were undoubtedly hostages. Those Japanese troops who tried to rescue the personnel and vehicles in the pit were honored to act as "anti-terrorism people". The Chinese soldiers who were playing hunters were more like "vicious" "terrorists".

"Shense, the eight strange things you made out are enough to make that old Japanese devil Matsuura have a good drink."

While Colonel Qiu said these words, he also made up his mind not to make the right decisions with Cheng Jiaji in his life. Not to mention the difference between him and Cheng Jiaji in terms of status, Cheng Jiaji could come up with such cruel and vicious tricks to deal with the Japanese. Even if he wanted to fight, he could never fight.

"Send a report. Please make sure to prepare for the virus. Matsuura suffered several great losses in a row. This old guy was so embarrassed that he might immediately shake out his magic weapon. Although the air in Nanchang is humid and the ventilation effect is good, the Japanese poisonous gas bomb will be greatly reduced, so we still have to guard against it." Cheng Jiaji, who was slightly exposing in Colonel Qiu, woke up from the unreasonable association. He knew that the most important thing at this time was to prevent the Japanese from biting the spot. However, from Cheng Jiaji calling his opponent an old thing, it is not difficult to see that Cheng Jiaji was in a good mood at this time. Having said that, Cheng Jiaji was almost half younger than Matsuura in his age. He really had the qualifications to call him an old thing.

At the same time, the officers in the command center of the 106th Division of the Japanese Army were not likely to have the good mood of Cheng Jiaji. Here, the senior commanders of the division were frowning and thinking in pain, while the middle and lower-level officers were rushing in and out. Everyone's facial expressions were not relaxed. According to the idiom of a network writer who Cheng Jiaji liked most in the 21st century, the mood of all the personnel of the division headquarters of the 106th Division was as if they had just been gang-raped by twenty men.

It is no wonder that the 106th Division fought a mess on the first day of attack on Nanchang City. In fact, it was a mess, but the Japanese army left face for themselves. Strictly speaking, it should be a crushing defeat. After only three or four hours of entering the city, the Japanese army was plotted by the Chinese army three or four times one after another. First, they were hit by heavy people at the city gate, then the infantry advancement was blocked, and finally they had to be simply. Even the Type 89 tanks that the Japanese army, which had always leaned on the Great Wall, made the Chinese stop them in a primitive way. These blows from the Japanese army directly led to the fact that all the Japanese troops entering the city stopped attacking forward. In addition to most of them being repaired on the spot, other people were also busy rescuing the tanks that were "harmful".

Faced with such a situation, how could the 106th Division, the highest commanding body of the Japanese army attacking Nanchang City, not be shrouded in a miserable mist?

"Lieutenant General, the logistics department has found a way to deal with the small trap where the Chinese army put poison knife in it." Major Takaji Harada, who is 170 cm tall, is the adjutant of the division commander Lieutenant General Matsuura, and is one of the few people who dare to disturb the thoughts of Lieutenant General Junji Matsuura who is in a semi-crazy state at this time.

"Oh! Let's go and take a look." The repeated failures since the war started today have brought Late General Matsuura's remorse and did not offset his rationality. At least the lieutenant general also understood that the problems must be solved one by one. He first freed the infantry from the difficulty of raising his feet, so that the eighth-nine tanks could be pulled out of the pit. As for whether the tankers trapped in the pit could still see the sunshine alive, the lieutenant general would not care about that much.

For Japan, a small island country with poor resources, those expensive big guys weighing more than ten tons are far more important than the lives of a few "hot-blooded" soldiers. Death of a few cannon fodder is just adding a few tablets to the "Yasukuni Shrine". In contrast, if a Type 89 tank is lost, it will be much more troublesome to build another one. This concept of treating the lower-level officers and soldiers as consumables has long been a tacit "axiom" among the top Japanese Army leaders.

"That's all." General Matsuura pointed to several iron sheets of different sizes placed on the marching bed. He asked Oda Takakawa Nakasa, who was responsible for the logistics forces of the division headquarters next to him. "Secretary Commander, these three iron sheets can play a good protective role on the soldiers' feet and legs. As long as the soldiers are equipped with these, they will never be hurt by the poisoned knife buried underground by the Chinese." Nakasa of Oda Takakawa spared no effort to promote his invention to the lieutenant general. He was too focused, so he did not find that the lieutenant general's face was turning from black to white to blue and purple.

A few years ago, at Xifengkou, he was frightened by the majesty of the big blades in the hands of the 29th Route Army of the Chinese army. The army was helpless and equipped each officer and soldier with iron guards one by one. At that time, the navy was ridiculed. Now he had to provide iron guards to the officers and soldiers. If this continues, is it time to add iron guards to each soldier? When General Matsuura thought of this, a strong anger immediately surged into his heart.

The shame and anger in his heart were even more aware that at present, it was a temporary solution to let the soldiers tie these things on their legs.

"Very good, mass production immediately and strive to be put into use in tomorrow's battle." The division commander's praise made Oda Nakasa, who noticed the commander's unsightly face, feel relieved. He thought he would be scolded this time.

"Your Excellency, Commander of the Division, and the Commander of Gangmeng." After returning to his field tent, Lieutenant General Matsuura received an urgent call from the 11th Army.

"Tomorrow morning, first use special bullets (poison gas bombs) to bombard all places where heavy troops in Jiangbei, and then concentrate all infantry to advance towards Ganjiang. There was no order from the division headquarters for this attack, and all divisions are not allowed to stop. Those who violate the order shall engage in military law." Before reading the full text of the telegram, Matsuura issued a death order to the entire division in an extremely excited mood.

After the Lieutenant General gave the order that the entire division would do whatever it would take to attack tomorrow, he personally went to various divisions to supervise the divisions to carry out the execution. Out of curiosity, Oda Nakasa, who was left in the tent, picked up the telegram that was angry and threw on the ground by the division commander.

"If Matsuura Jun did not make sure that all the Chinese troops in Nanchang City were driven to the south bank of the Ganjiang River within five days, please transfer the task of attacking Nanchang City to Yoshizuki... (Ryosuke Yoshizuki, the commander of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army.)."

When Oda Nakasa saw the first line of the telegram, he understood why his commander was so furious. Since the 106th Division failed to fight on the Nanxun Line, the generals of the Tokyo Base Camp gave the 106th Division a bad nickname, "sweet ribs". When the news came from Tokyo through private channels, the lieutenant general himself almost had a caesarean section in shame. In this case, it would be better to kill him if he had to give up the great opportunity to avenge his previous shame that he had finally won.
Chapter completed!