Days and nights of bloody fighting not only littered the Minshan area, but also the consumption of ammunition was astronomical. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The 6th Brigade of the Devils was already stretched thin with bullets and shells, and most of the time they could only rely on white-knuckle combat to hold their positions, and they fought more and more difficult.

"Telegraph to the Ruichang Baggage Wing to send the ammunition and materials as soon as possible."

Brigade commander Maruyama Masao knew very well that an important reason why they were invincible in the Chinese theater of war was based on their powerful firepower.

And now that the ammunition is almost running out, it also loses the firepower advantage that has been maintained, and it is fatal.

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

In the past, the Chinese army could only use flesh and blood to resist their aircraft and heavy artillery, but now the situation has reversed, so that Maruyama Masao also tastes the taste of hard work.

"Your Excellency, several positions have run out of ammunition, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out and the baggage wing will send ammunition up, do you want to temporarily retreat to avoid the edge of the Chinese army?" An operational staff officer made a recommendation.

"Bastard! Coward! Maruyama Masao shook his hand is an ear scraper, and the staff officer who hit him was dizzy.

"The face of the Imperial Japanese Army has been lost by you, can't you fight without ammunition?!"

More than a dozen officers in the brigade headquarters saw Maruyama Masao suddenly get angry, but they were also as quiet as cicadas and did not dare to say anything.

All of them knew that there was no need to persist in the battle now, and the plan to attack De'an had gone bankrupt, so it was better to take the initiative to retreat than to spend it here.

But they also know that it is a matter of face, and that a retreat after defeating the opposing Chinese army is not the same as a gray retreat.

For them, even if they retreat, they must retreat openly and dignifiedly, otherwise they will be laughed at by the rest of the friendly divisions and regiments, and they will not be able to raise their heads for the rest of their lives.

"Tell the soldiers to fully carry forward our bushido spirit and use the bayonets in their hands to let the Shina people taste our strength!"

"Hello!" An officer saluted and gave the order to go.

Although the brigade commander Maruyama Masao said something magnificent, he also knew that just fighting bayonets could not last long, so he thought for a moment and then ordered: "Send a telegram to the airfield aviation unit and request airdrop ammunition support." ”

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

However, the airdropped ammunition is still a drop in the bucket compared to the consumption of the battle, which can only be used for emergency relief, but not for lasting, and they still have to count on the ammunition transported by the baggage wing.

However, the road from Ruichang to Minshan was rugged and difficult, and the cars of the Devil's Baggage Wing could not drive, so they could only send ammunition and supplies by a large number of mules and horses.

Although the baggage wing has been busy in the past few days, almost day and night to transport ammunition to the forward position of Minshan, the battle in front has not stopped, and their ammunition supply still cannot keep up.

The advantage of the devil in the face of the Chinese army is the strong firepower, and the firepower of the weapon is strong, which means that the consumption of ammunition is large, and in the mountainous areas with inconvenient transportation, the ammunition replenishment is slow, which has become the disadvantage of the devil.

The various brigades under the Devil's Heavy Wing were all hurriedly transporting ammunition to the front, and the urging telegrams from the front line were getting more and more urgent, making them complain too much, and they didn't even have time to eat and rest.

Unbeknownst to the Devil's baggage troops, a Chinese army covered in camouflage had bypassed their forward lines and infiltrated their backs among the wooded mountains and forests.

Yang Ling saw that the troops had paid countless casualties and could not capture the devil's position in Minshan, but because of the restrictions of the terrain, the troops could not be deployed for a while, so they could only use the tactics of adding fuel, and they didn't know when this battle would go.

Therefore, Yang Ling found another way and prepared to take people around to the back to fight the devil's baggage troops.

Once the supply line of the devils is cut off, then the devils without ammunition, no matter how powerful they are, they are just toothless tigers, and no matter how fierce they are, they are not afraid.

Brigade Commander Zhou Zhidao allocated two battalions of troops to Yang Ling for him to carry out this plan of drawing salaries from the bottom of the kettle, although it was the establishment of two battalions, but they were all empty shelves, and there were only more than 500 brothers.

More than 500 brothers infiltrated the devil's back, which means that they have to face all unknown dangers alone, in case the devil detects that they have made dumplings, then the friendly army can only be in a hurry if they want to rescue.

Therefore, the task carried out this time seems to be easy, but in fact it is full of dangers, and if you are not careful, you will end up with a total annihilation.

As the commander of the team this time, Yang Ling naturally had to be responsible for the more than 500 brothers, and they made more than ten detours of mountain roads to avoid being discovered by the devils in advance.

The brethren, covered with weeds and branches and other disguises, and even wore grass rings on their steel helmets, kept quiet all the way under Yang Ling's orders, and headed towards their intended destination.

The mountains and forests were full of rocks and thorns, and they quietly advanced along the path that the brothers of the reconnaissance platoon had found, and soon touched a place about ten miles behind the Minshan devils' position.

Yang Ling saw the bushes in front of him shaking, and someone came over, so he hurriedly raised his right fist and made a hidden gesture.

The brothers had all been explained by Yang Ling before leaving, so all the hulala were scattered in the woods and lay down to hide, plus the camouflage on their bodies, they really couldn't be seen at a glance.

Emerging from the bushes was Wang Zikun, who was covered in thorns, and he was in charge of leading the team to explore the way and investigate.

"Deputy regiment, the road ahead is the road that the devil's baggage team is going to cross."

Wang Zikun took the brothers of the reconnaissance squad to investigate in advance and reported the situation to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling asked Wang Huzi and them to hide on the spot, and he personally went to the field to investigate, and sure enough, there was a rugged mountain road at the edge of the forest not far ahead.

The trail was flanked by barren hills, and the trail was also covered with footprints and dung left behind by mules and horses, and a large number of mules and horses should have passed through.

"Deputy regiment, there are more than a dozen devils guarding the col in front." At this moment, another brother who was investigating came back with a cat and reported a new situation.

The task of these more than ten devils is actually very simple, that is, they are responsible for guarding the safety of this section of the mountain road, and once the situation is discovered, they will give timely warnings to prevent the transport team from being attacked.

"Zikun, bring someone up and kill them." Yang Ling didn't hesitate at all, and was ready to do these devils first.

After all, they have more than 500 brothers, and if these devils find out and send a signal to the devil convoy, it will be troublesome.

Not only are they likely to fall short, but they may also be surrounded by encirclement and suppression devils, in which case, they will really steal chickens and rice.

Wang Zikun is also a simple and neat person, leading people to touch the past quietly, although the sniper platoon exists in name only because of heavy casualties, but Wang Zikun and the other two surviving brothers are elite backbones.