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

"Captain, look..." Seeing this scene, Gui Zibing was stunned.

"Bastard! That's the China's defense zone!"

Seeing countless supplies slowly descending to the side of the Chinese army under the buffer effect of the parachute, the angry devil commanders jumped up and cursed, but it didn't help.

"Attack! Take it back!"

The devil soldier was completely impatient, and while reporting the new situation to the officer, he rushed towards this side.

However, the positions of the Chinese defenders had already established a deep and echeloned firepower network. Although the little devil concentrated all the ammunition, he was repelled after a long while on the rampage.

"Hahaha, the little devil is dumbfounded now."

Seeing the supplies and ammunition kept falling on the marked open space, the brothers all laughed from ear to ear, and waved their hands to thank the devil soldier's transport plane.

"Tuanzao, you are amazing!"

Seeing that the devil's plane was used to trick the plane into dropping supplies and ammunition with a fake logo, the brothers admired Yang Ling very much.

However, Yang Ling's face was not very happy, because there were many airdrop locations for the devils. Although they cheated a lot, the devils also got some supplies.

However, he was satisfied with fooling the devil, and hurriedly ordered: "Hurry up and move everything back, the devil will throw bombs later."

"Quick! Quick, don't be dazed, move things."

"Tuan Zuo, they are all good things!" Soon a brother happily rushed over with bullets and cans in his hand.

The devils airdropped a lot of supplies this time, full boxes of bullets and shells, and the brothers seized a lot of the devil's [-] rifles and crooked machine guns, which can be used by hand.

And the polished rice, jerky and canned food dropped by the air became Yang Ling's trophies, making the brothers laugh from ear to ear.

Although they didn't run out of food during the battle, they didn't eat very well. They were full of steamed bread and porridge with wild vegetables all day long, and the birds were almost fading out of their mouths. They are happy.

"Tell the cooking class, let's eat meat today!"

Yang Ling also knew that the brothers fought hard, so he didn't intend to keep it, so he waved his hand to satisfy the brothers' appetite.

The brothers cheered one after another, and the overwhelming voice reached the devils, making the devils itch their teeth, but they didn't even have the energy to curse, so they could only send a telegram, requesting another airdrop.

When the airdropped wrong telegram was sent to the headquarters of the 11th Army, the commander Neiji Okamura was also very angry.

They managed to dispatch a batch of food and ammunition to drop into Wanjialing in an emergency, but they didn't expect that most of them went to the Chinese army's positions.

But the ghost soldiers of the 106th Division were still hungry. While cursing the aviation waste and bastards, he had to find a way to raise supplies and ammunition again and throw them in Wanjialing.

Text Chapter 652 Exhaustion

The battle in the Wanjialing area has lasted for almost a week, and several regiments of the 106th Division have been disabled, leaving only the dying.

Now the remnants of the 106th Division have been compressed into narrow areas such as Wanjialing, Leiminggu, Tianbusu, and Jianlusu by the Chinese army surrounded on all sides.

Although they suffered from the crisis of running out of food and ammunition, the devil soldiers of the 106th Division were like trapped beasts with teeth and claws.

They bared their sharp fangs and became more ferocious. Every battle was like a desperado fighting with their lives.

The little devils who lacked ammunition paid heavy casualties every time in the battle and approached the Chinese officers and soldiers, then scuffled together in a melee, and then slammed the grenades on the waists of the Chinese officers and soldiers and died together.

Most of this style of play was used by Chinese officers and soldiers in the past. Whether it was on the Songhu battlefield or the Xuzhou battlefield, Chinese officers and soldiers who were at a disadvantage in weapons and equipment could only let the troops win by killing each other.

And now many desperadoes are starting to use this way of dying together to delay time and stick to every position.

Although the Chinese officers and soldiers were able to advance several hundred meters every day, or capture one or two trenches, the casualties remained high. The devils at the end of the road had already gone mad, and the momentum of their madness sent chills down the spine.

"All the troops are advancing steadily, shooting with guns in the distance, and throwing grenades in the vicinity. If the devil sticks up, they will retreat..."

Now that the victory is in hand, the Chinese officers and soldiers will naturally not fight hand-to-hand with the little devil. Every brother has been ordered to save himself, consume the devil, and drag the devil to death.

Although the devils were mad, they were helpless in the face of the Chinese officers and soldiers who did not fight with them.

The Chinese army moved forward like a stroll in the garden, and once they encountered a strong blockade, they would call for artillery bombardment. In this way, they compressed the living space of the devil soldiers day by day.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A brother hiding in a camouflaged foxhole fired three shots at a suspicious target not far away within a short period of time.

The dead branches in the distance were smashed and scattered, and a devil's observation post rolled down a gentle slope, lying on the ground without moving.

"Hey, kill another one."

The brother smiled, grabbed the gun and climbed out of the foxhole, and jumped into the trench to transfer.

The devils were reinforced by air-dropped ammunition supplies, stabilized the line of defense again, and the two sides began to confront each other again.

On the front line of confrontation, the small-scale exchange of fire between the two sides continued unabated. The sniper team and the machine gun team fired from time to time to kill all suspicious targets and hit the morale of the devil soldiers.

After receiving the airdrops, the little devil finally regained a bit of vitality, and began to move around again, constantly sending small-scale troops to infiltrate, trying to launch another breakout operation.

The large-scale fighting between the two sides stopped, but on the vast battlefield blocked by the high mountains and mountains, small-scale fighting became more and more frequent, and the wounded covered in blood were constantly transported to the front medical station for rescue.

Brothers, the various combat groups at the forefront have been fighting, hunting down the devil's observation post, and infiltrating small units.

Although no large-scale offensive was launched, the brothers knew very well that the rear had already begun to replenish a large amount of supplies and ammunition, and the troops were taking the time to rest, and the time for the general offensive was very close.

Once a general attack is launched across the board, the surrounded little devils are destined to be doomed to be destroyed. Now the troops are recharging their energy, accumulating strength, and adjusting their deployment...

The little devils in the encirclement also felt the strange atmosphere. While receiving airdrops to quickly restore their combat effectiveness, they continued to send small groups of troops to test the firepower of the Chinese army's encirclement in order to prepare for the final breakout.

Now both sides have started to secretly accumulate power at the same time, the air is filled with a suffocating and depressing atmosphere, and the final battle is about to break out.

"Hungry, come over and have some food, let's eat meat today."

Several brothers from the cooking team wore sacks and climbed into the front trenches, calling those brothers who were covered in gunpowder to come over for dinner.

Battles start from time to time, and sometimes when the battle is fierce, you can't eat for a day. The brothers are smelling the refreshing fragrance, and their stomachs are already growling.

"What are you eating today?" A squad leader hurried over, smelling the aroma.

The brothers in the cooking class replied: "Canned potatoes and meat are delicious. Eat more. The group said that the general attack is only one or two days away. Everyone is full and has the strength to fight the devils!"

The squad leader untied the lid of the pot, and sure enough, the brothers in the cooking class brought them a hot pot of canned potato stew, and they immediately became excited.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work."

The squad leader thanked the cooking soldiers. After all, in such a dangerous battlefield, it is necessary to take a lot of risks to transport such a pot of hot food.

The leading cooking soldier hurriedly waved his hands in embarrassment: "They are all my own brothers, don't be so polite, you are fighting bloody little devils on the front line, what we have done is insignificant."

"Brothers, come and eat quickly, don't get cold." The squad leader called the brothers around to come over.