"Lao Huo, we don't have much ammunition, you go down and apply for some, and bring the wounded down by the way." When repelling another charge of the Cossacks, the battalion commander Guo Cheng pulled Huo Jiucheng into the anti-artillery hole and whispered.

"No, Lao Guo, you go and apply for ammunition support, I'll stay here." Huo Jiucheng knew that Guo Cheng wanted to leave some seeds for his battalion, so that he and the wounded could retreat, that is, he left the hope of life to himself. As the Cossacks attacked more and more fiercely, and the losses of the troops became more and more large, the battalion in Guo Cheng's hands had dropped from more than 400 to 100 people, and at this moment he was ready to die in the heart.

Guo Cheng grabbed Huo Jiucheng's arm and said hurriedly: "I am the battalion commander, you must carry out the order, otherwise Lao Tzu will kill you." The two have worked together for many years, just like brothers, Guo Cheng has never been so angry, this time he is really anxious. Seeing that Guo Cheng's tone was so resolute, Huo Jiucheng also knew that Lu Dao could not disobey the order, so he could only agree with tears.

The shelling of the Cossack artillery was over, and Huo Jiucheng took a dozen wounded soldiers down the mountain, and there was really no one on the position to take care of the wounded soldiers, so these people had to go down by themselves. Huo Jiucheng took the lead in lifting the stretchers of the seriously wounded, and those who could walk walked by themselves, and those who could not walk were carried by the lightly wounded, and they slowly walked down the mountain.

"Brothers, the Cossacks are coming up again, and this time we will definitely be able to beat them down. What are they, the army of our Chinese Empire is invincible, let them see what a real warrior is. "Guo Cheng walked around in the trenches, cheering for every soldier, the commander asked the Twelfth Army to hold on for three days, only half a day, the casualties were already so large, but they had to persevere, buy time for the main force.

The Cossack offensive continued, their attack was almost frenzied, the charging team was in waves, the front slope of the high ground was already full of Cossack corpses, and the Wehrmacht machine gunners were no longer able to suppress the opponent with long point fire at will because of the shortage of ammunition, they could only use short point fire to slowly consume the enemy.

The grenades had run out, the bullets were getting scarcer, and the Wehrmacht soldiers stationed in the positions had to drive the Cossacks down again and again with bayonets. There were fewer and fewer people on the position, and when the artillery bombardment was completed again, there were only a dozen people left on Guo Cheng's side.

"Brothers, even death will not allow the Cossacks to take away our positions, all bayonets, and we will charge." Before the Cossacks rushed to the front of the position, Guo Cheng, who picked up a rifle, was the first to rush out of the trench, followed by the second, the third, more than a dozen fighters rushed to the Cossacks with bayonets, and saw that the other party actually launched a counter-charge, and the charging team was a little commotion, but when it became clear that there were only a dozen people on the other side, the Cossacks who charged whistled and rushed forward, in their opinion, this charge must be able to take the position.

With a twist of his wrist, Guo Cheng's bayonet slashed through a semicircle, turning four or five bayonets aside, and then he pierced the nearest Cossack soldier with a thrust, and several more bayonets stabbed at him just as he closed his knife. Guo Cheng was not afraid of danger, he used his bayonet to push away several bayonets, and a bayonet that stabbed him in the ribs was knocked open by him with the butt of his gun, seeing that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, Guo Cheng was so anxious that his head was sweating.

At this moment, there was a sudden shout behind them, and a group of warriors with bayonets rushed over, and the bright bayonets in their hands stabbed the Cossacks, driving the unprepared enemy again. Jumping back into the trench, Guo Cheng wiped his sweat, and he had a chance to see the incoming reinforcements.

"Zhao Lei, why are you?" Seeing that the reinforcements came up was the battalion artillery platoon, he asked Zhao Lei, the commander of the artillery platoon, in surprise.

Zhao Lei pulled Guo Cheng into the anti-artillery hole and said with a smile: "Battalion commander, all our shells have been fired, what else can we do if we don't rush up to help you." ”

Guo Cheng praised with a smile: "The reinforcements are good, if it weren't for your position, it would have been lost." ”

"Damn, this battle is really not easy to fight, what is Commander Xiao doing, why don't you support ammunition, and don't send reinforcements from the big army." Zhao Lei patted the earthen wall of the anti-artillery cave and said depressedly.

At this time, Xiao Cheng was also quite depressed, he sat in the temporary bunker in the command room, looking at the defense map on the wall, in this less than fifty square kilometers, the 12th Army with 50,000 people resisted the attack of 250,000 Cossacks, fortunately, the terrain here is narrow, and the place that can be passed is so eight highlands, and the large army can't spread at all, otherwise it is really difficult for him to hold in the absence of strong fortifications.

"Commander, we're running out of ammunition." Lu Qun, head of the logistics unit, walked into the command room.

"Why, how can there be enough ammunition." Xiao Cheng stood up and said with some surprise.

Lu Qun spread his hands and said: "No way, this hilly area is not easy to walk, our trucks and chariots can't get up, and the ammunition we bring is carried by people and a small number of pack horses, and now the logistics brigade is in full swing, but the battle ahead is too fierce, the ammunition consumption is large, and the ammunition replenishment is difficult to keep up." ”

Xiao Cheng gritted his teeth and said: "Report to the higher-level department and ask for special ammunition supply." ”

Tobul held several reports in his hand and said: "This battle is not easy to fight, look at the ammunition can not be delivered, this temporary infantry army is all mechanized, there are not as many pack horses as the mountain troops, how to send ammunition." ”

Feng Shichang frowned for a long time and said, "I remember that the young master once said that materials can be airdropped, how about we try it?" ”

"That's right, I remember, the young master did mention it once, I'll go ask it now." Thoble slapped the table.

Soon the bomber units that were attacking Yakutsk were all drawn out and concentrated in the rear to load supplies. Watching trucks of trucks busy back and forth, loading a large amount of munitions and materials into the bomb bay, bomber pilot Qian Xing said depressedly: "Why have our bombs been changed into supplies, so how can we still fight?" ”

Bombardier Li Feng said with a smile: "We are airdropping supplies to the troops this time, and we can continue to bomb after the airdrops are completed." ”

Qian Xing shook his head and said: "Don't think about it, look at how many troops we have to airdrop supplies, look at how many bombers we have, the intensity of the ground war is so high, I'm afraid it's not enough for us to fly six or seven times a day, and we want to bomb." ”

Li Feng said with a smile: "It's all for victory, what Your Majesty needs us to do, we should do." Fang Xiaoyu is a god-like existence in the hearts of the soldiers of the Chinese Empire, Li Feng said this, Qian Xing's anger disappeared immediately, in fact, he also knew the importance of airlift, but it had changed from a combat unit to a logistics, which made him a little depressed.

Whether you want to or not, the airdrop mission must be performed. The bomber group that formed the formation was divided into several groups and flew towards its destination in a mighty manner, and several armies serving as blocking tasks were short of munitions, so these bomber units were busy, and because of this incident, Fang Xiaoyu was determined to develop the first special transport aircraft of the Chinese Empire as soon as possible.

Qian Xing grabbed the steering wheel and gradually lowered the altitude, and the Wehrmacht logistics soldiers on the ground had already cleared enough airborne fields, and made a big white cross with white ash in the middle of the field.

"It's time to get there, let's get ready for the airdrop." Qian Xing reminded his companion in the communicator.

"See." Bombardier Li Feng put his eyes on the sight and watched the center of the black line in the shot gradually approach the big white cross on the ground. "Thrown." Li Feng moved the bomb thrower with his hand, and habitually shouted in his mouth. The hatch of the bomber slowly opened, and bundles of ammunition and food and other supplies fell, and soon the parachute tied to it was opened.

Each package was tied to two parachutes, white umbrella flowers in the sky, with heavy material packages slowly landed near the landing field, some soldiers ran up to collect supplies, while others ran outside the landing field, to search for the material packages that were occasionally blown away from the direction by the wind.

With a steady stream of supplies, although the air suppression in Yakutsk was much less, the fighting of the blocking forces was stronger.

The high ground guarded by Guo Cheng has been eliminated by a full two meters in the past two days, and now there are more people on his position. That day, after Zhao Lei brought reinforcements, they withstood two more attacks by the Cossacks, but the bullets were exhausted.

Just when Guo Cheng was about to take the soldiers who had no ammunition and drive the Cossacks down with bayonets, Huo Jiucheng came up with a company of reinforcements, and there were a lot of ammunition supplies with them.

The two days of blocking time passed quickly, and the Cossacks suffered heavy casualties but could not cross the heights even a step, but the casualties of the Wehrmacht were not small. In the past two days, Guo Cheng's soldiers have changed two times, the number of dead has exceeded 800, and it only takes a few hours for a company to be replenished will be killed and wounded, while the Cossacks, who were already extremely anxious, did not stop attacking for a while, and did not let go even at night.

Guo Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and the bright camouflage uniform on his body had become a black mess at this time, covered with dust and enemy bloodstains, and the original color could hardly be seen.

Guo Cheng straightened the steel helmet on his head and discussed with Huo Jiucheng: "There is still one day, as long as I defend until dark, I can retreat, you go to the division headquarters again, ask for more ammunition, and strive to let the division artillery give us another salvo, our defense is much easier." ”

Although there are bombers transporting ammunition these days, the number of such deliveries is too small after all, and the main satisfaction is bullets and small-caliber shells, and as for the large-caliber artillery of divisional artillery and corps-affiliated artillery, the shells are already very tight, and they carry out less and less covering shelling.