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

Under the personal urging of Neiji Okamura, the Devil Air Force formation that took off urgently from Jiujiang rushed to the Wanjialing area.

This time, in addition to the bombs, most of the ghost planes carried food, water and ammunition that the Matsuura Division urgently needed, ready to be air-dropped.

The ghost soldiers of the Matsuura Division who were the first to get the news were already ready when they saw the plane roaring over.

They climbed out of the trenches one after another as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, cheering towards the sky, and many of them wept with joy.

"Battalion Commander, the devils are not in the right position, I feel like they are crazy!"

The hidden observation post left by the Chinese army quickly discovered the abnormality of the devil soldiers, rushed into the artillery bunker, and reported to the battalion commander Lu Xing.

Lu Xing and the others saw the Devil's plane approaching, and they all got into the anti-gun bunkers to avoid the routine bombing. After receiving the report from the observation sentry, they quickly attracted his attention.

"Go and have a look."

Lu Xing carefully climbed out of the anti-gun bunker, poked half of his head out of the trench, and observed the planes in the sky and the cheering Japanese soldiers, puzzled.

"what is that?"

Deputy Battalion Commander Shunzi looked around with a binoculars, and soon found a large open space cleared by the devils behind the devil's position, covered with huge white and red cloths.

Lu Xing took the binoculars and began to observe. He saw the huge ground markers and the ghost planes circling in the sky and started to drop things. He immediately understood.

"Fuck, hurry up! Report to the group, the devil has dropped something!" Lu Xing shouted anxiously.

Soon a brother made a call to the regiment headquarters. Yang Ling also cursed himself for being careless. He only wanted to trap the devils to death and go up to collect their heads. He forgot that the devils' planes could also drop food and ammunition in addition to dropping bombs.

"The devils must not be allowed to successfully airdrop, even if it falls, the devils can't take it! Troops attack!"

Yang Ling knew that once the devils got these airdrops, their combat power would recover quickly, and they would be in trouble, so even if they were destroyed, the devils couldn't get them!

"Go! Go! Go up, don't let the devils airdrop!"

The brothers also understood that if the devil got these supplies and ammunition, it would be fine, and jumped out of the trench one after another, attacking the devil's position.

The little devils were cheering, when suddenly shells flew over, and when they saw the Chinese army rushing forward, they couldn't care less about cheering, and jumped into the trench to grab their guns in fright.

The quiet battlefield suddenly became noisy, with roaring bullets flying randomly, and a fierce battle suddenly broke out near the airdrop point.

"Go to the Frontier Medical Center, borrow all their white sheets, smear some blood, and spread them on the open space outside!"

The battle ahead was in full swing, and Yang Ling didn't even bother to rest in the back, planning to trick the devils into flying supplies to them.

Among the canine-toothed mountains, the devil's airdrop needs ground markings to guide them. With the markings, they can deceive the supplies to a large extent.

Text Chapter 651 Transport Captain

The supplies and ammunition box with the parachute swayed down and sank into the ground with a bang.

The ghost soldiers, dizzy with hunger, crawled out of the trenches one after another as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and rushed towards the boxes with red eyes, as if they were going to eat them alive.

The ghost soldiers are really hungry these days, trapped in the mountains, drinking blood and gnawing grass roots, and now seeing the supplies being air-dropped, they all rushed up like desperadoes.

"Fuck! Fire! Fire!"

The brothers led by Liu Yidao rushed up to a mountain occupied by devils, and jumped off the remaining devils with a few shots, just in time to see the air-dropped supplies falling on a large cleared area in front of them.

The brothers didn't care to catch their breath, they crouched down one after another, pulled the bolts of their guns, and fired at the ghost soldiers who rushed towards the supplies with their guns in their arms.

"Da da da--"

The light machine gun trembled, and beat the little devils who had just rushed to the wooden box of supplies into blood sieves. They supported the wooden box, and their bodies collapsed to the ground.

"Fight! Fight! Don't let the little devil succeed!"

The company commanders of the companies were yelling, heavy and heavy fire rang out one after another, and bullets like water splashed towards the devil's head.

Before the ghost soldiers who rushed to the box were happy, their bodies were covered in transparent holes, blood was gurgling out, and then they fell to the ground in pieces.

"Baga! Baga! Road!"

The devil commanders yelled angrily, seeing that the supplies were in front of them, but they couldn't rush through.

"Shoot! Cover!"

The devils were also anxious, these supplies and ammunition were related to their life and death, and they must not be lost. They shot at Liu Yidao and the others across the open space, covering a group of desperadoes and rushing up, trying to snatch the supplies back.

"Damn it, ask the group to bring up the mortars!" Seeing the devils desperately fighting for a little supplies, how could Liu Yidao make them happy.

Seeing the fighting below, the devil's plane also knew that the airdrop site could not be used, so it hurriedly pulled up and circled, and no one could get the dropped supplies.

Another group of devils rushed out and broke through the hail of bullets from the Chinese officers and soldiers. They were covered in scars and dragged their boxes to try to run back. They started desperately for the ammunition and food.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The whistle of shells tearing through the air sounded, and the two mortars that were brought up began to roar.

"Boom!"

The shells landed on the ghost soldiers who were rushing back to grab supplies, and with a flash of red light, the ghost soldiers and the wooden boxes full of supplies were blown to pieces.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, mortars were fired continuously, and the devils who rushed to the open space were blown up, and the supplies were also damaged in sevens and eighties.

Seeing that the life-saving supplies were blown up to ashes by the random bombardment by the Chinese officers and soldiers, the little devil's seven orifices were filled with smoke, and his eyes immediately turned red.

Exploding these materials means that they will continue to starve, which is no different from killing them.

"Kill Gaga!"

The devil commander was furious, and he took the devil to attack Liu Yidao and the others to vent his anger of blowing up their supplies.

"Hahaha, little devil, come on! Grandpa will send you a gun!"

Seeing the little devil rushing over in a panic, the brothers all laughed and pulled the trigger.

Swish bullets scurry through the air, shattering dry grass, and blood mist also filled the air.

The devils are soft-legged shrimps now. If they want bullets and no bullets, they want food but no food.

The devil's anger was not exchanged for venting. He hit a nail and left corpses all over the ground and had to retreat to the trench. Looking at the bombed supplies, he wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only find a new airdrop location to make a guide sign.

This time they learned how to behave. Although it is difficult to find flat places like rugged mountains, they are determined to stay away from the line of fire to prevent being destroyed by Chinese officers and soldiers again.

But when the little devils were looking for the airdrop location again to guide the airdrop, they suddenly found that their plane flew to the side of the Chinese army, and then started the airdrop.