Although Zhang Yunfei was not interested in Chairman Chiang, and there were few high-level Kuomintang leaders who could take a fancy to him, he still had a good impression of the vast number of national troops, and in the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the vast number of national troops still fought several tough battles.

Objectively speaking, if it were not for the resolute resistance of the national army on the frontal battlefield, relying only on these small battles launched by the Eighth Route Army behind enemy lines, China might have been wiped out by the little devils long ago.

The Nationalist Army's Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Nanjing, the Battle of Wuhan, the Battle of Xuzhou, and so on, the vast number of Chinese people will also remember these heroic Nationalist soldiers.

At present, with the loss of the Hanyang Arsenal, the Gongxian Arsenal, and the Taiyuan Arsenal, the manufacturing capacity of weapons and equipment has plummeted, and the weapons and ammunition of various units of the National Army are still relatively lacking.

The miscellaneous armies in these places are seriously short of bullets, almost the same as the Eighth Route Army in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, each rifle is a dozen bullets, a limited number of machine guns, and there are not many bullets.

As for artillery shells, except for a small number of mortar shells in some units, most of the troops, with few shells, even small-caliber shells, are very limited.

When Comrade Zuo Qingquan, chief of the General Staff, saw Zhang Yunfei mention it, he immediately said with emotion: "Commander-in-chief, the life of the national army is indeed not having a good time now!" It's like Wang Xiaoer's New Year, every year is not as good as the year. ”

Chief of Staff Zuo described it very aptly: At present, the vast number of national troops are seriously short of weapons and ammunition. Just relying on the limited support of the United States, many troops have not been supplied with a single bullet for a year or two.

These soldiers of the national army. If it weren't for the support of a kind of fighting devils, avenging the dead relatives and defending the country, many people might become deserters. Ran away and went home to farm.

Zhang Yunfei nodded slightly: "Our vast national army is still good, but the high-level command is a little worse, this time, we should try our best to help these brave national army soldiers!" ”

At this time, Zhang Yunfei couldn't help but think of a well-circulated sentence in later generations, which described the national army and the Kuomintang authorities.

First-rate soldiers, second-rate equipment, third-rate command. An uninspiring commander-in-chief.

This shows that the soldiers of the national army are good and first-class, but this unpopular commander has blindly commanded, resulting in the defeat of the national army again and again, and heavy losses.

"Commander-in-Chief. I agree with your point of view, if you fight hard with the little devils, it will be our China's national defense strength that will be lost, so let's help or help. ”

Zhang Yunfei nodded, and immediately said, "Old Zuo." We still have a lot of 7.92 mm ammunition in our warehouse, in addition, 60 mm mortar shells, grenades, and other things, which are urgently needed by the national army, and from tomorrow morning, we will send transport planes to transport these ammunition and airdrop them to the positions of the national army in Zhengzhou, Kaifeng, and Luoyang. ”

As soon as Zhang Yunfei finished speaking, Comrade Zuo Qingquan, chief of the General Staff, immediately agreed, "Commander-in-chief, I think this method will work, and we will send ammunition to the national army early tomorrow morning." ”

That night, the flight brigade was busy again, and with Zhang Yunfei's order, a large number of bullets, grenades, and mortar shells were transported from the warehouse to the airport and loaded into transport planes.

The southern suburbs of Kaifeng, an ordinary hill.

The fierce battle has been going on for a day and a night, from yesterday to today, and here it is a regiment of the Sichuan Army and a small devil field army brigade.

Don't look at the superiority of the Sichuan army, but the two sides fought fiercely for a day and a night, and the casualty ratio was basically 2:1, the little devils died two or three hundred, and the Sichuan soldiers sacrificed more than five hundred. …,

To make matters worse, this Sichuan infantry regiment did not have much ammunition in the first place, and after such a long battle, there was not much ammunition left.

What kind of army is this, looking at it, all the soldiers are in tattered uniforms, basically wearing straw sandals, and there are few wearing cloth shoes.

The armament is also very shabby, basically rifles, and most of them are made by old sleeves and Hanyang, there are very few formal rifles, at most no more than 20 percent, as for machine guns, it is even less, the entire infantry regiment, that is, more than a dozen.

Due to backward equipment and insufficient ammunition, what was originally an offensive battle turned into a defensive battle, and it was forced to be pressed on a hill by a small devil field infantry brigade, which was completely defensive and had no offensive ability.

Now, having just repelled a charge of the little devils, thousands of Sichuan soldiers are seizing the time to rest, and many of them are leaning on the trenches, either closing their eyes or bragging and chatting.

These Sichuan troops, who have been out of the Sichuan War of Resistance for two or three years, are basically veterans, and they are not afraid of the little devils, if it were not for the poor weapons and equipment, they would not be pressed and beaten by the little devils.

The commander of the Sichuan Army was holding an old telescope and was looking at the little devils thousands of meters away, and the captain of the Sichuan Army had a solemn face, full of worry about the next battle.

"Commander, we don't have any bullets."

A Sichuan army company commander ran over and shouted anxiously.

"Shout what to shout! Without bullets, it will be red with the little devil's bayonet. ”

The Sichuan regiment commander put down the binoculars and reprimanded impatiently, in fact, the regiment commander's heart was also very worried, and the little devil's bayonet was red, there was no way, if there was a bullet, who was willing to fight the bayonet.

"Alas!" Seeing that his regiment commander was angry, the company commander sighed, walked away silently, took out his last grenade, placed it on the edge of the trench, and touched his only three bullets, ready to fight.

Next to him, a veteran also took out his last few bullets and wiped them, these bullets are all yellow-orange-orange, obviously the result of frequent wiping, these bullets are usually baby bumps, reluctant to use.

After wiping these bullets, the veteran pressed the last few bullets into his Hanyang made one by one, and then. He drew his bayonet, looked at the sharp edge, and thrust it back.

A big black machine gunner. He was cleaning up his bullets, collecting all the bullets, and found that there were only about two dozen rounds. immediately shouted angrily and scolded: "Little stone, our bullets, why is it just like this, are you kid hiding?" ”

Little Stone is a skinny ammunition player who is responsible for pressing the magazines of the Czech light machine gun, and then giving the loaded magazines to the heavy.

"Brother Black Bull! I didn't hide a single bullet, we only had a few bullets. "This is an ammunition man named Little Stone. immediately cried out aggrievedly.

Twenty minutes later, the little devils may have rested enough, and there was about a squadron of little devils, bent on their waists and ready to start charging.

"Captain! The little devils are up again. ”

The Sichuan army commander also saw the little devil, put down the binoculars, and could see that the Sichuan army commander had red eyes, and his eyes were like fire breathing at the little devil hundreds of meters away.

"Brethren. Put the little devil closer and then aim to hit, everyone saves bullets,. The Sichuan Legion Commander shouted, and then picked it up himself, just. The Sichuan Commander knew that there were no bullets in him.

The little devils are getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, and they are less than three hundred meters away from the position of the Sichuan army.

"Little devil, grandpa fought with you!"

Many Sichuan soldiers shouted angrily, ready to wait for the little devil to shoot closer, and rushed up to fight with the little devil after the bullet. …,

At this time, a buzzing sound came from the sky, and everyone saw two huge planes, which were flying towards this side, and seeing these two planes, many Sichuan soldiers thought in their hearts, could it be the plane of the little devil.

The little devils also saw these two planes, and the little devils couldn't figure out where this plane came from, but the little devils were sure that this was not their own plane, so the charging little devils stopped moving forward and lay down one after another.

The two planes got closer and closer, the altitude became lower and lower, and they immediately flew above the Sichuan army's position, and the two planes maintained an altitude of only three or five hundred meters, and dropped one large wooden box after another, and on top of each wooden box, there was also a parachute, fluttering and slowly landing.

Seeing this situation, all the soldiers of the Sichuan army were confused, why did these two planes not drop bombs, but dropped these big wooden boxes?

These two planes, after circling twice on this Sichuan army's position and dropping more than a dozen of these large wooden boxes, immediately flew away, and those wooden boxes also slowly fell and fell on the Sichuan army's position.

One of the big wooden boxes happened to fall in front of the Sichuan army commander, and the Sichuan army commander looked at the box, only to see that on this big wooden box, there was a line of white characters, each big word was the size of a fist, very neat, very clear.

"The 1st ammunition warehouse of the 36th Army."

Seeing this line of words, the commander of the Sichuan Army immediately reacted, those two planes were the 36th Group Army, but I didn't know what was in this big wooden box.

"That's the plane of the 36th Army just now, everyone open this box and see what you are."

Immediately, several soldiers of the Sichuan Army took out their bayonets, and quickly pried open the big wooden box, which was printed in everyone's eyes, and it was a neat oil-paper bag, boxy, neatly arranged.

A Sichuan soldier grabbed an oiled paper bag and tore it hard, and suddenly, yellow, orange and orange bullets were scattered out of his hands, and so many bullets shook everyone's glasses.

A pack is a full 50 7.92 mm bullets, seeing so many bullets, the commander of the Sichuan Army immediately stepped forward quickly, excitedly grabbed another oil-paper bag, and tore it open, seeing neat bullets.

"Brothers, this is a bullet, this is all a bullet, it was the 36th Army that supported us." The commander of the Sichuan Army wept with joy and immediately burst into tears.

Many Sichuan soldiers next to him were also excited to grab this heavy bullet, feeling that the bullet seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds, and the hands holding the bullet were trembling slightly.

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