The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

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"Head Zhang and the others are here."

As soon as the guards finished speaking, Zhang Handuo, the head of the 301st Regiment, and Yang Ling Lianjue, the deputy head of the [-]st Regiment, walked into the brigade command post.

Seeing them coming, Zhou Zhidao's distressed face finally eased. These two under his command can be said to be able to attack and defend, and he appreciates them very much.

"You guys came just in time. The 302nd Regiment's attack was pushed back again. How is your troops resting? Can you go into battle right away?"

Zhang Handuo and Yang Ling looked at each other, and both smiled wryly. They fought bloody on the high ground last night and suffered heavy casualties. How could they recover in such a short time.

But they are also very clear that all the troops are now suffering heavy casualties. Faced with Zhou Zhidao's question, Zhang Handuo replied: "Travel seat, it is possible, but..."

Zhou Zhidao was taken aback by the ambiguous words, and immediately said: "Don't make fools of me. If you can, you can, and if you can't, you can't. Tell me a good word, and don't confuse me."

"Traveler, we can send two battalions of six hundred brothers to join the battle!" Zhang Handuo knew that there was no room for maneuver, so he stood up and said.

The 301st Regiment originally had more than 2000 brothers in three battalions, but after fighting for several days and nights, it was almost exhausted. Dozens of officers at all levels were killed and disabled.

"Two battalions?" Zhou Zhidao was taken aback, "Is there another battalion?"

Yang Ling stood up and explained, "Traveler, I'm going to lead a battalion of brothers to fight devils in a different way."

Zhou Zhidao knew that Yang Ling would not shoot at the target indiscriminately, so he invited them to sit down and said, "Tell me specifically, how do you want to fight?"

At the beginning, Yang Ling was worried that Zhou Zhidao would not agree, so he pulled Zhang Handuo to help him, but he didn't know that Zhou Zhidao was like a drowning person now, and he would not let go of any way to break through the devil's position .

Yang Ling sat down, told Zhou Zhidao all of his thoughts, and waited anxiously for him to make a decision.

After Zhou Zhidao finished listening, he paced back and forth in the tent with his hands behind his back, thinking, and soon he stopped.

"I agree with your plan. I will give you two battalions, and you will lead them yourself. You can only succeed, not fail." Zhou Zhidao said solemnly.

Yang Ling also showed joy on his face: "Don't worry, traveler, if you don't succeed, you will succeed!"

"Okay, go down and get ready."

After Zhang Handuo and Yang Ling said goodbye to Zhou Zhidao, they hurried back to the regiment and prepared to go.

When the 74th Army was fighting extremely hard, in the temporary brigade headquarters of the 6th Minshan Brigade, Masao Maruyama, the brigade commander, no longer looked as calm as before.

The continuous attack by the Chinese army made them a little tired. Almost all the outer positions were eaten away by the Chinese army. Now the only thing that is holding on is the few lines of defense of the main position of Minshan.

If these lines of defense were breached, then their 6th Brigade might really fail in the Minshan area, which was not what he wanted to see.

"Why did the gunfire stop?"

Through the binoculars, Masao Maruyama, the head of the brigade with a frowning face, saw that the Chinese army had begun to attack again, but the mountain artillery and infantry artillery on the other side did not fire, and turned to ask about the situation.

"Your Excellency, we have run out of shells." A combat staff officer from the brigade headquarters replied with a bitter face.

Text Chapter 488 Draining the Bottom

Days and nights of bloody battles not only left the Minshan area littered with corpses, but also consumed astronomical numbers of ammunition.

The bullets and artillery shells of the Devil's 6th Brigade are already stretched, and most of the time they can only rely on hand-to-hand combat to hold their positions, and they are fighting more and more difficultly.

"Telephone the Ruichang Transportation Unit to send up the ammunition and supplies as soon as possible."

Masao Maruyama, the head of the brigade, is very clear that the reason why they are invincible in the Chinese battlefield is that the important reason is their strong firepower.

And now that the ammunition is running out, it will lose the firepower advantage it has always maintained, and this is fatal.

In the face of those Chinese soldiers who are crazy and fearless to charge, without the suppression of firepower, once they rush to the position, their soldiers can only resist with their flesh and blood.

In the past, the Chinese army could only use their flesh and blood to resist their aircraft and heavy artillery. Now the situation has reversed, and Maruyama Masao has also tasted the taste of shopping.

"Your Excellency, several positions have run out of ammunition. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on until the supply wing brings up the ammunition. Should we retreat temporarily to avoid the attack of the Chinese army?" A combat staff officer suggested.

"Bastard! Coward!" Maruyama Masao slapped his ear with his hands, making the staff member dizzy.

"You have lost the face of the Imperial Japanese Army, so you can't fight without ammunition?!"

Seeing Masao Maruyama's sudden anger, more than a dozen officers in the brigade headquarters were as silent as a cicada and dared not say a word.

They all know that there is no need to persist in the war until now, and the plan to attack De'an has gone bankrupt. Instead of spending time here, it is better to retreat voluntarily.

But they also know that this is a matter of face, and retreating after defeating the opposite Chinese army is not the same as retreating in despair.

For them, even if they retreated, they had to do so in an upright manner, otherwise they would be ridiculed by the rest of the friendly divisions, and they would never be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives.

"Tell the soldiers, we must fully carry forward our Bushido spirit, and use the bayonets in our hands to let the Chinese people taste our power!"

"Hayi!" An officer sent an order to go after saluting.

Although Masao Maruyama, the head of the brigade, spoke in a stately manner, he also knew that just fighting with bayonets would not last long. After thinking for a while, he ordered: "Generate power to the air force at the airport and ask for airdrop ammunition support."

Soon, several emergency planes roared over Minshan Mountain and dropped some ammunition to the devil soldiers' positions.

However, the air-dropped ammunition is still a drop in the bucket compared to the consumption of the battle. It can only be used for emergency relief, but it cannot last. They have to count on the ammunition transported by the logistics team.

However, the road from Ruichang to Minshan was rough and difficult, and the vehicles of the Devil's Supply Corps could not drive over, so they had to send ammunition and supplies up through a large number of mules and horses.

Although the transportation team has been busy these days, transporting ammunition to the Minshan forward position almost day and night, but the fighting in front has not stopped, and their ammunition supply still cannot keep up.

The devil's advantage against the Chinese army is its powerful firepower. The powerful firepower of weapons means that the ammunition consumption is large. In the mountainous area with inconvenient transportation, the ammunition replenishment is slow, which has become the devil's disadvantage.

The brigades under the devil's supply unit were rushing forward to transport ammunition, and the urging telegrams from the front line became more and more urgent one by one, which made them complain too much, and they didn't even have time to eat and rest.

The devil's supply troops did not know that among the dense forests, a Chinese army covered in camouflage had bypassed their front line of defense and penetrated behind them.

Yang Ling saw that the army had suffered countless casualties and could not attack the devil's position in Minshan, but due to the terrain constraints, the army could not deploy for a while, so they could only use refueling tactics. It is not known when this battle will last.

So Yang Ling found another way, and prepared to lead people around to fight the devil's supply troops behind.

Once the devil's supply line is cut off, the devil without ammunition, no matter how powerful they are, is just a toothless tiger, and no matter how fierce they bark, they are nothing to fear.

The brigade commander Zhou Zhidao allocated two battalions of troops to Yang Ling to let him carry out this plan of drawing salary from the bottom. Although the establishment of two battalions is empty, there are only more than 500 brothers.

More than 500 brothers have infiltrated behind the devils, which means that they have to face all unknown dangers alone. If the devils find out that they have made dumplings, then the friendly army can only rush to rescue them.

So the task performed this time seems easy, but in fact it is full of dangers, and if you don't pay attention, you will end up with annihilation of the whole army.

As the commander of the team this time, Yang Ling naturally had to be responsible for the more than 500 brothers. They traveled more than ten miles on the mountain road to avoid being discovered by the devils in advance.

The brothers were covered in camouflage such as weeds and branches, and even wore grass rings on their helmets. Under Yang Ling's order, they kept quiet along the way and moved towards their predetermined destination.

The mountain forest was full of rocks and thorns, and they followed the path explored by the brothers of the investigation platoon quietly, and soon found a place about ten miles behind the Minshan devils' position.