Chapter 216: Fighting the Japanese without Distinguishing Between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party

May 8, 8:35 in the morning.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and even the sun had risen. The pilots had a bird's eye view of the earth, and the battlefield on the Northern Front below was still shrouded in smoke.

After more than two hours of flight, Principal Chang looked at the map in front of him, and then calculated for a moment based on the route and speed.

"Attention all crews! Attention all crews! We have arrived at Zhongtiao Mountain and are about to reach the designated area! Everyone maintains formation! All escort fighters should not change altitude."

"Beware of possible anti-aircraft artillery and enemy fighter planes. All actions must be approved before they can be executed."

"receive!"

After gradually approaching the destination, the formation began to descend in altitude and prepared to perform parachute operations.

In the cabin, the soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment also began their final inspection work. The pilots of each transport aircraft were also ready to separate the gliders.

After careful observation, Principal Chang judged that the time was ripe. He picked up the communicator and issued the final order.

"Attention all crews! Next, the gliders will be released in order of echelons! Now the second echelon begins to release!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the steel cables on the air train were decoupled, and Horsa, loaded with heavy weapons and a small number of warriors, began to glide, and they flew towards their destination silently.

A dozen gliders gradually dropped in altitude, aiming for a relatively wide open space.

Although it was possible to achieve a hard landing with Horsa's craftsmanship, the belly of the aircraft was filled with weapons and warriors, so it would be best to pick a suitable position.

After successfully completing the separation work, it was the comrades' turn to parachute.

The order to parachute has been issued through the indicator light in the cabin, and everyone is ready for battle.

When the transport plane descended to an altitude of 800 meters, the hatch suddenly opened. Different from the embarrassment during the first training, everyone has accumulated sufficient experience.

In order to cope with the strong wind at high altitude, everyone wore windproof goggles in advance.

At this time, Li Yunlong stood up from his seat, and then tightly grasped the fixed armrest in the cabin. His voice was still so loud, vaguely suppressing the howling wind.

"Comrades! Once the indicator light above our heads turns green and the bell rings, we will start taking action! I emphasize again, never forget the experience gained during training!"

After hearing what their team leader said, everyone raised their arms and connected the hooks on their parachute bags to a wire rope in the cabin.

This time, the 1st Marine Regiment still used forced parachute opening. In just a few seconds, the soldiers were already lined up.

The green light is on! The bell rings! The combat mission officially begins!

"Monk! Monk! You are the first! Jump quickly!"

Wei Dayong, who was at the front of the queue, took a deep breath and jumped out of the hatch without any hesitation.

For someone who has experienced many parachute drops without errors, the current scene is not worth mentioning at all.

Three seconds after jumping out of the hatch, his parachute bag was pulled open by the drawstring. A big white umbrella bloomed in the sky instantly, and it floated slowly towards the ground.

Just in case, the experienced monk is always ready to draw his paratrooper dagger.

There are all kinds of terrain in the Nakajo Mountains. If you are unlucky or the angle of the parachute is not adjusted correctly, you may land in some strange place.

At that critical moment, he could pull out his dagger and cut the parachute rope immediately to save his life.

In just a few minutes, all the soldiers in the second echelon jumped out of the hatch. The sky is filled with huge umbrella canopies, which look like dandelions.

The third echelon followed closely behind, and the pilots dropped their gliders and paratroopers one after another according to Principal Chang's order.

The mission ended successfully, and the transport aircraft began to make a large turn in the air under the escort of fighter jets. After all, the air train is very valuable and they have to return quickly.

The first wave of gliders to land were the first wave of gliders. These Horsa landed safely with their huge wings, relatively strong belly and pulleys.

After landing, the soldiers didn't even have time to complain about the bumps.

A company of paratroopers quickly opened their weapon boxes to equip themselves, then dispersed according to the arrangement before departure, and immediately occupied various commanding heights and entered a state of high alert.

The vegetation in Zhongtiao Mountain is dense, including some century-old trees more than 20 meters high.

Facing the huge trees rising from the ground, if they were ordinary infantrymen without training, they would probably be scared to death just by looking at them.

For paratroopers, they have long since overcome their fear. The biggest problem at this stage is how to avoid the dilemma of hanging on a tree.

If the horse stumbles and gets hung up in a tree, you can use a paratrooper's dagger to save yourself as long as the height is moderate.

After all, everyone has been practicing landing postures in the base for so long, it’s time to show off their real skills.

If it is too high, you will have to admit that you are unlucky, but you only need to wait for a while and agile comrades will come to the rescue. However, after landing, you will definitely be named and criticized by the squad leader.

The landing process of the 1st Marine Regiment was meticulous and orderly. In order to minimize accidents, every step was planned in advance.

Compared with them, the Japanese's air force troops were worse than dogs. It fully explains what it means to compare people to death, and to compare goods with others.

After burying the parachute, Li Yunlong took out a map from his arms.

Although Lao Li was born with an ability to read maps, without systematic study, his mapping ability could only be considered below average among the commanders and fighters of the Eighth Route Army.

After six months of study, his ability to read, use and draw maps has reached its peak. With reference to the nearby terrain, he quickly found the most suitable marching route.

"Zhang Dabiao! Take people to count the casualties and see how many non-combat casualties there are."

"By the way, find our Political Commissar Zhao and Deputy Commander Xing and ask them to join me. The troops must move quickly. Such a large-scale parachute drop may have been discovered by the elite troops of the devils."

"Understood!"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the distance. Everyone present changed color, and all the actions in their hands immediately accelerated.

"Damn it, the Guosu defenders must be angry with the devils. It's too late. I will lead the troops to support first. After you gather, hurry up and follow."

"Everyone, follow me!"

This decision was not made because Commander Li was a reckless man.

Existing intelligence shows that the elite devils are infiltrating behind the Zhongtiao Mountain defense line in the form of small troops.

Moreover, as a veteran who had climbed snow-capped mountains and walked through grasslands, Li Yunlong estimated the number of people in the battle just by the sound of gunfire.

The soldiers of the Marine Corps 1st Regiment were the elite selected from the entire army. With their firepower and individual quality, they can definitely handle the current battle properly.

After hearing the order from their own regiment commander, nearly 500 fully armed soldiers set off immediately. Everyone rushed towards the battle zone at full speed.

During the march, the monk carried a 60-caliber mortar and a box of shells, and Duan Peng carried a light machine gun and a box of bullets. The two were like animals, with no change of expression or heartbeat.

"Monk, why do you think the regiment commander is laughing so happily? The last time I saw him so happy was when he got Director Huang drunk."

Faced with this question, Wei Dayong was completely confused. After thinking seriously for a moment, he shook his head and replied: "How would I know? I'm not our political commissar, and I can see through everything at a glance."

Both of them were guards, and their positions were very close to Li Yunlong. This loud conspiracy was naturally heard by the real owner.

"What are you mumbling about? It's just a trivial matter. The commander of the airborne troops must participate in the airborne operation with the ordinary airborne troops."

"Do you know what this means? This means that I have another chance to lead the commando to the battlefield! And it is reasonable and in accordance with the rules!"

"Even if the brigade commander comes, he can't stop me! Hahaha!"

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The perspective cuts back to the temporary position of the 21st Regiment. After half an hour of fierce fighting, the casualties of the entire regiment have exceeded half. And Wang Dahai is about to face a serious problem. The soldiers' ammunition has run out.

Because the Czech light machine gun generates a lot of heat energy when firing continuously, this causes the temperature of the barrel to continue to rise.

Even if the ammunition operator waters the barrel many times, this method of treating the symptoms but not the root cause will not last long.

A few minutes ago, due to continuous fire suppression, the barrel of the light machine gun at the commanding heights had been deformed and completely lost its combat capability.

The Czech light machine gun used by the battalion commander on the front position was also blown up by the Japanese grenade launcher. The 21st Regiment, which had lost all its firepower support points, had become precarious.

However, the situation of the Japanese airborne team was not much better. They had lost a large number of weapon boxes and had a battle with the preserved fruit troops.

Although they crushed the 21st Regiment on the front battlefield with their strong individual qualities. But now there are few bullets left and they have to enter the hand-to-hand combat stage.

That's right, it's hand-to-hand combat instead of hand-to-hand combat.

The airborne technology of the North China Front Army was learned from the German airborne hunters. The Japanese also put most of their weapons in weapon boxes, including their bayonets.

Except for some soldiers holding the Type 38 rifle and Xiaoguan Longping who carried a samurai sword, the rest of the people had to fight close to each other, either with belts or picking up stones.

The ammunition reserves of both sides were insufficient, causing the battlefield to fall into a strange silence for a while.

Wang Dahai had recovered his combat capability at this time, but the bandage on the left half of his face was soaked with blood.

Although this battle was likely to end with the annihilation of the 21st Regiment, he still did not forget to comfort and teach the new recruits around him.

"Don't think it's quiet now. The dog-days might suddenly open fire in a while. It is estimated that it will be difficult for us to avoid hand-to-hand combat with the devils today. You must follow me closely in a while!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the grenade launcher was launched again in the mountains and forests. Wang Dahai immediately pulled the soldiers around him back, and at the same time shouted to the nearby:

"Kids, lie down quickly, don't be busy shooting! Pay attention to avoid artillery! Wait until the devils enter the effective range before counterattacking, and save bullets as much as possible."

"Ergou! Ergou! Sun Ergou! Find a way to knock down those grenade launchers. You are the only accurate shooter left in the regiment!"

After giving all the precautions, the conscientious regiment commander began to lean out of the bunker and shoot. Originally, his shooting skills were not bad, but unfortunately, his hit rate was much lower due to his injuries.

When Wang Dahai was reloading, he found that the young soldier beside him had wet his pants. After being discovered by his regiment commander, the new soldier lowered his head in shame.

"It's just a kid's pee, it's nothing big. When I was thrown into the battlefield for the first time, I peeed hot as soon as I heard the sound of gunfire."

"Baby, the Japanese are coming. Do you remember what I taught you?"

Perhaps the regiment commander's comfort gave the recruit confidence. He pulled out the big blade behind him and said to himself:

"You are not afraid of death, but death is afraid of you. As long as you can survive, any trick will work. Don't compete with bullets, bullets run faster than people. Playing dead bears won't bite, but the Japanese will make up for it."

The bullets of the 21st Regiment couldn't hold on after all. At the moment the gunfire stopped, Wang Dahai took the lead and rushed out with a rifle and a bayonet.

The Japanese were only fifty meters away from their position, and he could even clearly see the other side's hideous face.

But just when the preserved soldiers were ready to fight to the death, a group of soldiers in gray uniforms rushed out from the right.

These soldiers held unfamiliar submachine guns and fired a large number of bullets at the Japanese in just a few seconds.

The powerful new force joined the battlefield, and the soldiers of the 21st Regiment instantly realized that they were saved. They slumped in their original positions and gave a weak cheer.

A minute later, Li Yunlong arrived at the position with 500 paratroopers. After revealing his identity, a company commander brought him to Wang Dahai.

"Hello, I am Li Yunlong, the commander of the 1st Marine Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. What's your name?"

"I am Wang Dahai, the commander of the 21st Regiment of the 43rd Army. Thank you very much for your support!"

"What are you being polite about? Fighting the devils does not distinguish between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party!"

Although he didn't know how the other party came to the rear of Zhongtiao Mountain, it was obvious that there was no time to talk nonsense at this time. Seeing Li Yunlong's constant glances, he said helplessly:

"Hey, what do you mean by being an official? You are all equipped with high-end equipment. You can't ask us, these rotten soldiers, to be cannon fodder. Look at this idiot, he is only fifteen years old."

"Look at me again. I have been beaten half crippled by the devils."

Wang Dahai knew that it was very rude for him to say this, but in order to save the rest of the regiment, he had to fight for this opportunity.

But it was obvious that he misunderstood, and Li Yunlong shook his head helplessly.

"Captain Wang, the Eighth Route Army doesn't do things like conscripting men. We have discipline. So, can you use a French machine gun?"

After learning that his men were safe, Wang Dahai breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the FM24/29 that the monk was using, and replied generously:

"French machine gun? There is a trigger and a magazine. I can use it if I have these two things. I have fought for half my life, and I can't let the guns be used."

Li Yunlong still admired such a man who was brave and cared for his men. He signaled the monk to hand over the light machine gun to him, and then said:

"I think you look like a fighter, so you can cover our regiment from now on!"

I have degenerated again