May 8, 8:35 a.m.

By this time the sky was already bright, and even the sun had risen. The pilots had a bird's-eye view of the land, and the battlefield on the northern front below was still shrouded in gunsmoke.

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

"Attention all crews! Attention all crews! We have arrived at Mt. Nakajo and are about to arrive at the designated area! All of them stay in formation! All escort fighters do not change altitude. ”

"Beware of possible anti-aircraft artillery and enemy warplanes, and all actions must be approved before they can be carried out."

"Roger!"

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

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

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

"Attention crews! Next, in echelon order, release the gliders in turn! Now the second echelon, start unleashing! ”

As soon as the words ended, the steel cables on the air train were unhooked, and Hosa, loaded with heavy weapons and a small number of fighters, began to glide, and they flew silently towards their destination.

A dozen gliders gradually descended in height, aiming for a relatively large open space.

Although a hard landing can be achieved with Hosha's craftsmanship, there are weapons and fighters in the belly, so it is best to be able to pick a suitable position.

After the successful completion of the separation, it was the turn of the comrades to parachute.

The order to parachute was given through the indicator lights in the cabin, and everyone was ready for battle.

When the transport plane descended to an altitude of eight hundred meters, the hatch suddenly opened. Unlike the embarrassment of the first training, everyone has accumulated plenty of experience.

In order to cope with the high winds, everyone wore windproof goggles in advance.

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

"Comrades! Let's start when the light above us turns green and rings! Again, don't forget the lessons you learned during your training! ”

After hearing the words of their own regiment commander, everyone raised their arms one after another and attached the hook on their umbrella bag to a wire rope in the cabin.

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

The green light is on! The bell rings! The combat mission has officially begun!

"Monk! Monk! Or your first! Jump! ”

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

For someone who has many times of experience in parachuting without mistakes, the current scene is not worth mentioning at all.

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

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

There is no terrain in the Nakajo Mountains, and if you are unlucky or the angle of the parachute is not adjusted properly, you may end up in some strange place.

At that critical moment, he could draw a dagger and cut the parachute rope at the first time to save his life.

In just a few minutes, all the fighters of the second echelon jumped out of the hatch. The sky was covered with huge umbrella covers, which looked like strands of dandelions.

The third echelon also followed, and the pilots, according to the order of Principal Chang, threw their gliders and paratroopers one after another.

The mission ended smoothly, and the transport plane, escorted by the fighters, began a large air maneuver. After all, the air train is very valuable, and they have to return quickly.

The first wave of gliders to land were the first to land, and these Hosha landed safely with their huge wings, fairly sturdy belly and pulleys.

After landing, the fighters did not even have time to complain about the bumps.

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

The vegetation in Nakajo Mountain is dense, and there are some century-old trees that are more than 20 meters high.

In the face of the big trees rising from the ground, if you change to those ordinary infantry who have not been trained, it is estimated that you will be scared half to death just by looking at them.

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

In the unlikely event that the horse stumbles and hangs on a tree, as long as the height is moderate, it is completely possible to save itself with a paratrooper dagger.

After all, everyone has been practicing the landing posture in the base for so long, and it is time to show the real technique.

If it's too high, you can only think you're unlucky, but just wait a little and there will be agile comrades to come to the rescue, but after landing, you will definitely be criticized by the squad leader.

The landing process of the 1st Marine Regiment was carefully and orderly, and in order to minimize the occurrence of accidents, each step was planned in advance.

Compared to them, the devil's air team is even inferior to dogs. It fully explains what it is called, people have to die than people, and goods have to be thrown away.

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

Although Lao Li was born to understand maps, he had not undergone systematic learning, and his mapping ability could only be regarded as a middle and lower level among the commanders and fighters of the Eighth Route Army.

After the experience of studying for half a year, the ability to recognize, use, and draw pictures has reached the peak. Referring to the nearby terrain, he quickly figured out the most suitable route for his march.

"Zhang Dabiao! You hurry up and take someone to count the casualties and see how many non-combat attrition there are. ”

"By the way, find our Political Commissar Zhao and Deputy Head Xing, and let them come to meet me here. The troops must move quickly, such a large-scale parachute may have been discovered by the elite troops of the devils. ”

"Understood!"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the distance. Everyone present changed color one after another, and all the movements in their hands immediately sped up a few points.

"Damn, it must be the preserved fruit defenders who are very devils and have turned over the fire. It's too late, I'll take the troops to support first, and you'll follow after you've assembled. ”

"All of them, follow me!"

This decision was not made because Grand Master Li was a reckless man.

The available intelligence indicates that the Devil Elite infiltrated the rear of the Nakajo Mountain defense line in the form of small forces.

What's more, as a veteran who climbed through snow-capped mountains and walked through grasslands, Li Yunlong estimated the number of people fighting just by the sound of gunshots.

The soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment are the elite selected by the whole army. With their firepower and individual qualities, they can definitely handle the current battles properly.

After hearing the order of his regiment commander, nearly 500 heavily armed soldiers immediately set off. The crowd was at full speed and rushed towards the battle zone.

During the march, the monk carried a 60 mortars and a box of artillery shells, and Duan Peng carried a light machine gun and a box of bullets. The two of them are like animals, their faces do not change color and their hearts do not beat.

"Monk, why did you say that the head of the regiment was so happy? The last time I saw him so happy, it was when I got Director Huang drunk. ”

Faced with this problem, Wei Dayong is a monk who is the second zhang is confused. After thinking seriously for a moment, he shook his head and replied, "How do I know, I am 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 kind of loud conspiracy was naturally heard by the main master.

"What are you muttering, what don't you understand. The commander of the Airborne Forces is to participate in the airborne landing and operation together with ordinary airborne troops. ”

"Any idea what that means? This means that I have another chance to go to battle with my commandos! And it's reasonable! ”

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

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Switching back to the temporary position of the 21st Regiment, after half an hour of fierce fighting, the casualties of the whole regiment had already exceeded half. And Wang Dahai is about to face a serious problem, the fighters have run out of ammunition.

Since the Czech light machine gun generates a large amount of heat energy when firing continuously, this leads to a constant increase in the temperature of the barrel.

Even if the ammunition man watered the barrel several times, this palliative approach would not last long.

A few minutes earlier, the barrel of the light machine gun at the commanding heights had been deformed and completely incapacitated, due to the continuous suppression of fire.

The Czech light machine gun used by the commander of the first battalion in the frontal position was also blown up by the grenadiers of the devils. The twenty-first regiment, having lost all the points of fire support, has become precarious.

However, the situation of the Devil's Air Ting Team was not much better, they themselves lost a large number of weapon boxes, and fought another encounter with the preserved fruit troops.

Although they relied on their strong individual qualities to crush the 21st Regiment on the frontal battlefield. But now there are few bullets left, and they have to enter the stage of hand-to-hand combat.

That's right, hand-to-hand combat rather than white-knuckle combat.

Airborne techniques of the North China Front, under the division of German airborne chasseurs. The devils also pack most of their weapons in their weapon cases, including their bayonets.

Except for some of the soldiers who held the 38 big cover and Koseki Takahei, who carried a katana with him, the rest of the people fought closely, either using belts or picking up stones.

Both sides were running low on ammunition, causing the battlefield to fall into an eerie silence for a while.

At this time, Wang Dahai had already regained his combat ability, but the bandage on the left half of his face was already soaked red with blood.

Although this battle most likely ended in the total annihilation of the 21st Regiment, even now he has not forgotten to comfort and teach the recruits around him.

"Don't look at it very quiet now, and if you don't make it a while, the dog will suddenly open fire. It is estimated that it will be difficult for us to avoid fighting with the devil today, and we must follow me for a while! ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the launch of the grenadier reverberated in the mountains and forests again. Wang Dahai pulled the soldiers around him back for the first time, and at the same time shouted to the neighbors:

"Hurry up and get down on your stomach, don't be busy shooting! Be careful to avoid the cannons! Wait for the devils to enter the effective range before counterattacking, and save bullets as much as possible. ”

"Two dogs! Two dogs! Sun Ergou! Find a way to knock out those grenadiers, and you'll only be the only accurate shooter left in the regiment! ”

After admonishing all the precautions, the dutiful regimental commander began to poke out of cover and shoot. Originally, his marksmanship was not bad, but unfortunately because of his injuries, the hit rate was much lower.

When Wang Dahai reloaded, he found that the little soldier next to him actually peed his pants. After being discovered by his own regiment commander, the recruit lowered his head in shame.

"The doll pees when it pees, it's not a big deal. I think that when Lao Tzu was thrown to the battlefield for the first time, he didn't come out one by one as soon as he heard the sound of gunfire. ”

"Doll, the devil is coming up. Do you remember those things I taught you? ”

Perhaps it was the regimental commander's comfort that gave the recruit confidence, and he pulled out the big blade behind him and said to himself:

"You are not afraid of death, death is afraid of you. As long as you can survive, any trick will work. Don't go to a race against bullets, bullets can run faster than people. Pretend to be dead and don't bite, but the devil will mend the knife. ”

After all, the bullets of the 21st regiment could not hold on, and at the moment when the gunfire stopped, Wang Dahai rushed out with a rifle and a bayonet.

The devil was only fifty meters away from their position, and he could even clearly see the hideous faces of the other party.

But just as the preserved soldiers were about to fight desperately, a group of soldiers in gray military uniforms came out from the right side.

These soldiers were holding unfamiliar submachine guns, and in just a few seconds, a large number of bullets were tilted at the devil.

A strong and powerful new force joined the battlefield, and the soldiers of the 21st Regiment instantly understood that they were saved. They slumped in their positions and let out weak cheers.

A minute later, Li Yunlong came to the position with five hundred paratroopers. After identifying himself, a company commander brought him to Wang Dahai's side.

"Hello, I'm Li Yunlong, the commander of the First Marine Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, what do you call me?"

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

"What's polite, fighting devils doesn't distinguish between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party!"

Although I don't know how the other party came to the back of Nakajo Mountain, it is obvious that there is no time to talk nonsense at this time. Seeing Li Yunlong's constant glances, he said helplessly:

"Hey, what do you mean? You are all high-end equipment, you can't call us rotten hills to be cannon fodder. Look at this melon baby, only fifteen years old. ”

"Look at me again, I've been beaten to half-cripple by the devil."

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

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

"Commander Wang, the Eighth Route Army doesn't do such a thing as pulling strong ding, we are disciplined. Anyway, will you use a French machine gun? ”

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

"French machine guns? There is no trigger and no magazine. If I have two things, I'll use them. After fighting for half a lifetime, you can't let the gun fight. ”

For this kind of bloody person who loves his subordinates, Li Yunlong still admires it. He motioned for the monk to hand over the light machine gun to the other party, and then said:

"I think you look like you can fight, so it's up to you to cover our regiment next!"

I'm degraded again

(End of chapter)