"Damn, it really flew down."

After repelling the sixth wave of attacks by the devils and pursuing them for a distance, Regiment Commander Xu led the team back to the position.

In the battle just now, the 30th Regiment had the support of the entire guard battalion, the troops were sufficient, and the morale was greatly boosted.

After this battle, although the soldiers of the 30th Regiment were still exhausted, their morale was several times better than before.

Nothing boosts morale more than winning a battle.

If it weren't for the follow-up devil's superior artillery fire, light and heavy machine gun fire, lack of ammunition, and physical exhaustion of soldiers, his results this time would have been more than doubled.

When he was retreating, Regiment Commander Xu saw transport planes landing at the airport.

Seeing that, he rubbed his eyes on the spot, thinking that he was dazzled.

The situation at Hengyang Airport, he still doesn't know?

A runway full of shrapnel, potholes, and even a large crater more than a meter deep, is that what a plane can land?

It is impossible for a light fighter, let alone a heavy-duty transport aircraft, if it is a group of birdmen in the flight group, unless it is about to crash, there is really no way, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to get down.

The group of birdmen, the plane is more important than the daughter-in-law, and they refuse to touch it.

But in front of you...

Fifty planes rushed down like dumplings, all of them forced landings, and the tires, wings, and skins flew to the ground during the friction between the belly and the runway, which really shocked and opened his eyes.

"Is this a plane? Or what's going on? ”

Captain Xu swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

He had vaguely guessed why the transport planes were making a forced landing, but for a moment, it was hard for him to trust his own judgment.

Because it's incredible.

It's too much of a loser.

For a Hengyang, for the sake of the Tenth Army, is it worth it? That's fifty transporters. And it's a twin-engine transport plane, which is expensive, and when it comes together, it's enough to form several Tenth Armies.

But there is no other possibility.

"The third battalion, the second battalion hold the position, the first battalion, follow me to save people."

Although shocked and incomprehensible, Head Xu also took people to the rescue.

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"This... This, too... Too..."

Similarly, looking at the transport plane that fell like dumplings, while running towards an overturned plane, Commander Fang and Cai Jigang, who were ready to save people and supplies, were also shocked and speechless.

The two of them also vaguely guessed in their hearts the purpose of the independent group's doing.

It's not that the plane can't go back.

Instead, they would rather destroy these 50 transport planes, rather bear certain casualties and losses, and send the first batch of weapons and ammunition to Hengyang. Thinking of the previous telegram, several people felt that this possibility was very high.

But!

Is this possible?

Just support the 10th Army to defend Hengyang?

That's fifty transporters.

The purchase cost of an American C46 is 220,000 US dollars, which is still the purchase price of the Americans themselves, that is, the factory price. From a physical point of view, the transport aircraft in front of you is much larger than the American C46, so the price must be more expensive than the American C46.

Based on 250,000 dollars per aircraft.

Fifty, that's 12.5 million dollars?

This number made the two of them dizzy.

More than 12 million dollars, enough to form another 10th Army.

"Let's save people first."

Everyone had already come to an overturned transport plane, and Commander Fang interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Whatever the hell is going on, save the pilot, and the supplies inside.

When everyone approached an overturned plane, they saw a soldier of the Eighth Route Army wearing a gray military uniform and a gray military cap get out of the cabin, and at the same time cursed:

"Fucking bad luck."

As he spoke, he kicked the plane.

Everyone looked carefully, this person was a little old, his hair was a little gray, he had a telescope on his chest, an ammunition bag pinned to his waist, and a huge rifle with a scope on his back.

Beside him, the two pilots were not covered with any scars, but just lowered their heads with a somewhat embarrassed expression. Fifty planes, all of them were forced landings, only a few of them overturned, although the problem was not theirs, but there was also a little guilt in their hearts.

"Commander Fang, General Cai."

Seeing the approaching Commander Fang, Cai Jigang and others, Wang Xikui immediately saluted a standard military salute.

Before coming, he had read the information about Commander Fang, although he didn't like the preserved troops, but for this General Fang, Wang Xikui also agreed in his heart. As for Cai Jigang, the person whom the political commissar agrees with, he naturally agrees.

"Brothers of the Eighth Route Army, it's hard work."

Commander Fang looked at Wang Xikui, who was dressed in strange equipment, and then looked at the two pilots who climbed out of the plane, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

He wanted to be comforted.

After all, there are so many planes lost, and there are still casualties, but the expressions of this group of people don't seem to be a little distressed, they are all packing up their clothes and don't even look at the planes around them.

It's like, it's a very common thing.

So much so that as a military commander, he was directly stunned.

Something was wrong with this independent regiment.

"I am Wang Xikui, a sniper of the first battalion of the Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army."

Wang Xikui remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet:

"This time, on the order of the regiment commander, I brought eighteen artillery crews and some weapons and ammunition to support the Tenth Army in defending Hengyang."

Although the Tenth Army had artillery, it would take some time for even the most elite artillery to adapt to a new artillery, so Kong Jie directly sent eighteen groups of artillery groups to follow the artillery.

In order to avoid overlapping commands, he made Wang Xikui and Duan Peng as the persons in charge of the handover, responsible for the handover with Commander Fang. There was no separate direct commander, only a deputy artillery company commander was responsible for directing the shelling.

"Thank you."

Commander Fang solemnly returned the salute and thanked him.

"Commander Fang, we don't have enough manpower, you can quickly send someone to unload the goods."

Wang Xikui went on to say:

"Eight 105 light howitzers, 320 shells per gun, 10 120 mortars, each gun is also 320 shells, considering that it takes time to get familiar with the new guns, so the artillery crews also came together, and eighteen artillery crews are under your command."

"And a hundred general-purpose machine guns, a million rounds of ammunition."

"The rest are some medicines, food and other materials."

Hearing Wang Xikui's words, goo dong, goo dong... The surrounding soldiers of the Tenth Army swallowed their saliva in unison, although they had heard the numbers in the telegram before, but everyone was still shocked at this time.

Too much.

It's too strong.

With these, don't think about Hengyang easily.

"Thank you so much."

"Thank you so much."

Thousands of words, speechless and choked, and finally Commander Fang held Wang Xikui tightly with his hand, and only said a few dignified thanks.

With this batch of artillery, they will be able to fight with the little devils in the artillery fire of the 10th Army. Guarding the airport is definitely a breeze. In the future, the transport planes of the independent regiment will be able to take off and land safely.

"These planes ·····"

Cai Jigang finally had the opportunity to ask this sentence.

"Just clean it up."

Wang Xikui doesn't care:

"This transport plane is all made of aluminum, it doesn't have any effect, just find a place to pile it up, but the bulletproof steel plates inside can be taken out to build a bunker, and if the rest can be used, look at it and dismantle it."

"Huh?"

Commander Fang and Cai Jigang were stunned:

"Just pick it up? Tear it down? ”

The two of them thought they had misheard:

"All?"

It's an airplane, a plane worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Although the damage is severe, many repairs can still be used, which is much cheaper than buying a type of aircraft, and several of them have very little damage, only the landing gear is damaged.

As a result, this man actually let them tear it down, and even the parts could be used to strengthen the fortified bunker?

"It's okay, there are so many planes in our troops."

Wang Xikui abducted a mouthful of white teeth and smiled very happily:

"Now it is important to repair the airport as soon as possible, otherwise the follow-up transport planes will have to land like this, and it is no problem to break a few planes, but the pilots have to go back, we are short of pilots."

There are so many planes...

Wang Xikui obviously failed to learn the smile of his family leader, but in the eyes of Commander Fang and Cai Jigang, it was a different scene, and his thoughts were very different from Wang Xikui's expectations.

In order not to worry them, the independent regiment deliberately...

The plane is so expensive, even the Americans, losing fifty at one time, it is distressing.

Commander Fang and Cai Jigang glanced at each other, didn't say much, silently noted down this kindness, and began to arrange for people to start working.

And Cai Jigang remembered his younger brother Cai Jiheng.

His brother was a pilot.

And it's an elite pilot.

Isn't it a chance to let my brother go over there? Suddenly, Cai Jigang had this idea in his heart, he contacted the Independent Regiment, and he would inevitably be investigated in the future, it is conceivable that someone would definitely target his younger brother, and now that he has lost the direct support of the Americans, the Guoguo Air Force is not good.

In the guard battalion, the civilian volunteer team, and a battalion of the 30th Regiment carried all the supplies, and the eighteen artillery pieces that had been disassembled were also assembled under the command of the members of the artillery crew, and began to build artillery positions.

During this period, Commander Fang also asked his guard battalion machine gun team to go to Duan Peng's side to learn the operation of the new machine gun.

At the same time, the seventh wave of the devil's attack began, and the shells continued to fall on the airport and the fortifications near the airport, raising puffs of gunpowder smoke and splashing a puff of dirt.

A new battalion of devils has also begun to assemble again.

"Commander Fang."

Holding a telescope and looking at the devil brigade in the distance, Wang Xikui had itchy hands:

"If it's okay, I'll go to the front first."

"Nope."

Subconsciously, Commander Fang directly refused:

"The front line is too dangerous, you are still..."

Without waiting for Commander Fang to finish speaking, Wang Xikui waved his hand:

"Commander Fang, although we are not a group army, and there is a gap between the two sides, we are all Chinese and soldiers, why are you fighting hard in the front-line position, and I will watch from behind?" It doesn't make sense. ”

"Before boarding the plane to Hengyang, this group of people who came to us were ready to sacrifice at any time."

"Besides, I still have to provide observation data for the follow-up troops."

Then leaving a bunch of words, and without waiting for General Fang to speak, Wang Xikui took his new heavy sniper rifle and walked to the distant position. This made Duan Peng very envious, but his task had not yet been completed, and he had to teach the soldiers of the Tenth Army to learn the operation of general-purpose machine guns, so he could only stare at him with envy.

"Jiang Houwen."

Helplessly, Commander Fang could only call a guard company squad leader, who was also the guard squad leader who had been in charge of the headquarters guard, a first-class elite:

"You take your squad to follow the Wang Xikui brothers, you must ensure their safety, they are risking their lives to send us weapons and ammunition, and we can't let them have an accident here."

"Yes."

The squad leader called Jiang Houwen immediately saluted and accepted the order.

"This machine gun is all divided."

Commander Fang pointed to the general-purpose machine gun beside him and said to Jiang Houwen:

"You have one in your class, and three boxes of bullets."

"Thank you, Commander."

The commander's order obviously raised Jiang Houwen's tone by a few points.

He had long been jealous of this new machine gun, and the previous instructor Duan said very clearly that the fastest rate of fire of this gun was 1,500 rounds per minute, because the rate of fire was too fast, it was nicknamed the cloth ripper.

In the distance, the devil's artillery fire stopped, and a brigade of devils rushed towards Hengyang Airport again.

And at the same time.

Behind the airport, near the direction of Hengyang City.

Eight 105 howitzers, as well as ten 120 mortars, were also deployed.

"Report, the artillery battery is ready."

The deputy company commander from the independent regiment reported to General Fang.

"Your mission is to support the infantry in battle and find an opportunity to destroy the devil artillery."

Because he was not familiar with the level of artillery of the independent regiment, General Fang gave a more flexible order.

"Yes."

The artillery company commander ran back to the position.

"Commander, Balu is really rich."

Beside Commander Fang, his personal guard said:

"I just looked at their artillery positions, good guys, I saw ten radios, and all of them can talk directly, and their artillery observation posts all talk on the radio."

"Ten stations."

General Fang swallowed his saliva and expressed envy.

The more radio stations there are, and the more radio stations have voice call functions, the stronger the troops' communication capabilities, the faster they can respond, and the more timely they will be able to provide front-line support. But radio is really valuable.

In the envious thoughts of Commander Fang, eighteen guns raised their barrels.

"Mortar group, target enemy infantry group, grenade, charge three, rapid ·····"

"Howitzer group, target enemy artillery position, grenade ·····"