I became Stalin chapter 177

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The day of the decisive battle has come.

Although the Japanese still think that there is about a week left before the start of the war, the Soviet embassy in Japan prepared a “surprise gift” for the Japanese.

“Fufu… Did those guys think they would do it again when they did it? I hope you aren’t too surprised.”

“hahahahahahahaha! Oh, I look forward to seeing the faces of those children.”

The period of termination of the non-aggression pact notified to the United States and Japan was one month after Germany’s surrender. However, the Soviet Union was preparing for a preemptive strike, secretly informing only the United States.

The United States, angered by Japan’s abhorrent behavior of attacking Pearl Harbor without declaring war, now seemed to feel some sort of bliss that Japan would get back what they had done.

Only one more pipe of Marshal MacArthur, who still cannot penetrate Iwo Jima, and is only ramming his troops, was smashed.

The Soviet embassy in Japan was tasked with delivering the declaration of war to Japan as soon as the message arrived from its home country, that is, after the attack began.

[Zi-Zi-Zi, inform. Inform your home country Deliver the document to the Japanese government three hours from now.]

“Yes! Okay. character… Shall we go now?”

It’s 1 am now. The attack must have just begun. The Japanese think they are very good at night fighting. The Ministry of Information said so.

But what about when you face off against the trained Soviet forces on the bloody Eastern Front? Although there were quite a few rough terrain, Manchuria had a terrain condition quite similar to that of the Eastern Front. Especially since the weather was getting colder.

“Ha… Damn Japs. Goodbye now!”

* * *

rumble, rumble. The roar of vehicles pierced the stillness of dawn and shook the plains.

Through the white snow that covered the whole land, the chariot advances. Already, the fortifications on the border and the defensive positions built by the Japanese were being disturbed by the infiltrating Soviet infiltrators.

The Japanese operational plan was flawed from the outset.

“Stupid bastards. How many fortresses would you like to protect this vast plain?”

“Haha, that’s right. Run! run!”

The cold air met a tank moving at tens of kilometers per hour. The Japanese clearly knew they were inferior in terms of armored forces.

If you push things like Chiha and Chinu, which are embarrassing to even call them tanks, in front of monsters like T-34s and Bu??祗?heavy tanks, they will be destroyed. So they decided to build a fortification ship as a way to hold the armored forces.

But why was the cavalry created in the first place? Wasn’t it meant to break through the solidly built fortresses and endless trench warfare?

So the train ran. To the rear of the enemy, to the rear. With only 800,000 men, they could not stop the warriors of the reversal.

The Japanese did not have anti-tank rockets such as the Panzerfaust used by the Germans, nor did they have the fearsome weapons of one hundred and fifty thousand such as the Tiger heavy tank. It has been known that there is no such thing as a model marshal whose teeth are sharpened just by hearing it.

“Wow! wow! Whoa!”

“Advance the tank troops! Whoa!!!”

The Soviet tankers had nothing to fear.

In front, a heavy tank with a heavy body and a loud engine sound ran. In the sky, brown bear fighters covering the advance of the cavalry were hovering, aiming for targets on the ground.

I saw the light of a small post in front of me.

“2,000 at 11 o’clock, load high explosives and shoot!”

“Yeah!”

As the 85mm main gun spewed fire, something thought to have been a Japanese border guard post exploded and disappeared into the flames.

It was the first before. Somewhere on the ground, the sound of a single shot rifle was heard, but the armor of the tank was able to bounce off any such frivolous thing.

Awesome profit! The fighter jet plunged to the ground in front of me, emitting the sound of a trumpet that became a symbol of a solid allied brown bear, no longer a symbol of Stuka or fear.

I could vaguely see something exploding in the light of the explosion of an air bomb with a bang. Is it Gae-Ho Yoo this time? At first glance it looked like a human limb, but the tankers soon forgot about it.

“The Japanese don’t even stand guard at night… No Romanian army. Cheeky!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Romanians or Italians, they’re such a bitch, right?”

The veteran tankers told their sagas about the enemies they had been through. The Romanian army who deserted and turned their guns to yesterday’s comrades. It’s like the Italian army who wants to quickly go to a prisoner-of-war camp by raising their hands and surrendering after a few shots.

Of course, it was not that the Japanese did not stand guard, and reports were being made in their own way.

There was just no solution.

* * *

“How could a Soviet tank appear there! There is still time until the start of the war!”

[…] Okay. Once Satan… It is engaged in a battle with an enemy tank unit the size of a Soviet army corps. Our infantry units… ]

The division commander was determined to make a fuss with the pedestal who called after seeing him late at night, but he forgot what he was trying to pour out in the words of a battle with a tank.

The half-straight Russian gisaeng lying next to him rubbed his eyes at the roaring voice, but could not afford to pay any attention to her nakedness.

“Prize… I’ll report it to the higher command. The 203 Regiment must defend its current position!”

[…] Yes, sir. All of our troops are prepared to be jailed.]

“Ew… Even if you can’t defeat it by fighting relentlessly, are you already discussing jailbreak?”

Hearing the words of the regimental commander and the pedestal, the commander of the division, grunting at the words, tried to put on his clothes. Until the hand that picks up Hundoshi shakes and drops it.

“What is this, what is this… .”

When I thought that there was actually a war, I suddenly got goosebumps as if I had poured cold water on my spine.

The division commander, he was a great man who climbed the ropes at the Army College and brought bribes to seniors every season.

Thanks to his wife’s successful business as a businessman, she used her family’s money to become the prime minister, the minister of the army, the house of the chief of staff of the Kwantung Army, and sabasaba to become the commander of the division.

Until then, he had only served as a staff member at the headquarters, and it was about the distant past when he was a second lieutenant, so far away that I can’t even remember how he took command in a field battle. Haven’t had a single one since.

“How about this… what to do with this… .”

The mixed-race gisaeng looked at him with puzzled eyes, trembling and clenching his teeth.

‘Should I run away?’

But where? The Soviet Army was said to be incomparable to the world in terms of brutality. He said that there were a lot of fast tanks and planes flying in the sky.

I have to run away, so where should I go if they can’t find my hand?

Suddenly, a beautifully crafted Japanese sword hung on the bedroom wall caught my eye. It was a gift that someone below congratulated him on taking office.

Gulp, he swallowed. clothes? Do I have to wear a harp?

While the incompetent division commander was looking at the Japanese sword and contemplating the robbery, the regimental commander under his command drew the sword and prepared for the final charge.

“It will take quite some time for the reinforcements to arrive.”

“Well, then we… .”

The subordinate officers, trembling with fear, were not all gathered together. Some were probably trampled by Soviet tank units, and some escaped at the risk of disgrace. They were originally like that.

“Aren’t you, too, not the children of Japan? For the rest of my life, I live for the glory of the Emperor and the Empire, and when the time comes, it just breaks like jade. Tenno Heika Banzai!”

“… Ban, banzai!”

Pulling out the Type 3 Sword, the regimental commander shouted Tenno Heika Banzai in a loud voice. The subordinate officers also shouted hurrah with each trembling or determined voice.

Although the Japanese army was good at night tactics, there was not much they could do against the advancing enemy tanks with bright searchlights on.

“We are now ready to destroy the enemy tanks… We will use bayonet technique.”

“… .”

The Japanese army, with only one or two anti-tank rifles, which could barely penetrate the T-34 tank’s side or rear by firing at zero range, had no choice but to use extreme tactics.

Whether it’s a hand grenade and a bunch of explosives, tossed under a tank, or a bayonet in a car window. Either way, it wasn’t something I would do against tanks traveling at tens of kilometers per hour on this snow-drenched plain.

“character… Headquarters, follow me!”

I could hear the shouts of officers and non-commissioned officers. It was not an easy task to lead the frightened soldiers and charge the tank units.

“All-powerful check! Let’s show the filthy Rosukes the bravery of the Japanese geek! Tenno Heika Banzai!”

“Tenno Heika Banzai!”

* * *

“Ahhh! Those bastards are coming again!”

In the dark night, searchlights lit up the enemy hundreds of meters away. In the first place, thanks to the moonlight, I could see almost everything.

The dwarf Japanese did not fire anti-tank guns, rockets, or bring artillery when they saw tanks, but rather swung bayonets and rushed at them.

Nevertheless, they were able to inflict considerable damage on Soviet tankers.

“Load the high-explosives and shoot whatever you want! Fuck… .”

“machine gun! Fuck you, shoot me a machine gun!”

The tank units fired high-explosive and machine guns to deal with the scattered Japanese infantry.

“Half… Aaaaah!”

“Five… Oh my gosh… .”

It was a qualitatively different opponent from the German army that the Soviet tank units had been dealing with.

Usually around this point, the Germans would be bombarded with artillery, or armored equipment, such as tanks 3 and 4 or tank destroyers, came out to counter the Soviets.

However, the Japanese army did not have a proper counterattack as there was no such thing as armored equipment. The gunfire is only a familiar ally.

The Soviets simply slaughtered the Japanese soldiers who charged with a strange scream after firing a rifle or a few shots without meaning.

It was because the division commander was in a panic and did not give proper orders, but the tankers of the lower Soviet army did not know about it.

Here they came crashing into a chariot made of iron with their whole bodies.

The white snow was covered with the blood and flesh of the Japanese army. The heavy track of the tank stomped on and trampled the corpse of a Japanese soldier a while ago.

This inflicted serious damage to the Soviet tank units.

“Oh, fuck… Hey! driver! Can’t you drive straight?”

“Sin, sorry!”

“Ha… Don’t you know how fucking filthy it is to clean up when a human body gets stuck in the tracks?”

“no… .”

Fuck you, don’t talk.

The commander, a veteran tanker, was swearing at him, looking around for the presence of Japanese soldiers or their bodies in front of them. Actually, there was no difference between the two.

If a human corpse gets stuck in the track, it not only gives off a very disgusting smell, but it is also a pain to remove. This was one of the biggest blows the Japanese army inflicted on Soviet armored units.

“Are they soldiers? You’re a soldier, why don’t you have a weapon?”

“Do you know Nanda?”

“this… Are we right?”

The other one was right here. To instill a sense of guilt for slaughtering assholes who can’t even properly resist.

The Soviet army advanced. With a corpse in orbit and guilt.

The pace of the cavalry was still faster than the Japanese could respond.

I became Stalin chapter 177

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