REIWA JIGOKUHEN - Chaotic Disturbance of Reiwa Era

Chapter 107 - Final Offensive

Potter County, Texas: near Amarillo

A battle group based on the 71st Tank Regiment had overcome the steep Rockies and was rushing towards its destination. Even in its original era, it was a powerful force with unparalleled combat ability by 1945 standards. It launched a daring night attack on a large US armored unit that was stranded along Route 66, having lost its brain and logistics. A mixed unit of Type 10 tanks and Type 16 maneuver combat vehicles, which had obtained almost complete information through onboard infrared night vision devices and unmanned helicopters flying overhead, accurately detected the target several kilometers away and crushed it with firing while marching.

The precision was beyond doubt, to the extent that rumors had it that the amount of supplies would decrease if they missed their targets. Each vehicle fired efficiently using inter-vehicle communication, and every time the muzzle flashes appeared, one M4 Sherman turned into scrap metal. Occasionally, even the M26 Pershing heavy tank was penetrated.

"We're finally starting to act like ourselves."

As usual, inside the stuffy command communication vehicle, Colonel Yatabe, the commander of the combat unit, was excited.

After all, this was a collision between armored units. Moreover, the enemy was a corps-sized force. Their own forces were less than one-tenth in number, but they were running rampant across the battlefield like a cohesive organic entity, crushing a large enemy force that was not allowed any organized action. Anyone who wasn't thrilled by this overwhelming scene would not be qualified as a tanker.

And with that, Yatabe's fighting spirit boiled up, satisfied with the situation, he skewered a toothpick into a yokan, a calorie supplement.

That was a brief summary of the current situation. The combat unit easily pierced through the enemy's position with a concentrated and vicious combat power, leaving burning chunks of iron and corpses scattered around the path. Some of them seemed to have started their tank engines and launched illumination rounds when they sensed the night attack, but most of them were blown away before they could take any meaningful action. Even if the excellent commanders and soldiers took wise actions, the results would not change.

Some time had passed since the start of the battle, but there were only three cases of damage larger than 20 mm in the entire unit. They were random hits from anti-tank guns and bazookas, but they caused no damage whatsoever. The biggest enemy was still the mechanical malfunctions of the vehicles.

"Well, there were some strange things that happened," Yatabe muttered after ordering the combat unit to disperse and thoroughly eliminate the enemy. "I never thought there would be an opportunity for tank versus tank battle."

"Well, there are various circumstances, and the artillery forces are struggling," the chief of staff nodded in agreement.

If there had been a decent artillery unit, they would have wiped out all enemy vehicles with precision indirect fire. However, the rapid advance of the combat unit as the spearhead of the North American breakthrough and the unexpected consumption of shells in the mountainous area had reduced the accompanying force to just one platoon equipped with Type 99 self-propelled howitzers.

"Besides, we still can't use weapons converted from civilian goods properly around here," the chief of staff grumbled.

The communication relay equipment that was supposed to be installed somewhere in the Rockies had become unusable due to the heat in Mohave.

"The Air Self-Defense Force is busy supporting the landing operation in the Gulf of Mexico. We've taken out their command system and airfields, so it's up to them now. They dropped some fuel-air bombs and left. That's about it."