Anti-Japanese blood sacrifice mountains and rivers

[Volume 31] Chapter 325: Chapter 140 Two traitors inform (2)

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Li Zongren nodded slightly and said: "I'm afraid that there will be a Tang Enbo! Unruly, self-respecting disciple of the emperor, not paying attention to others, will harm the country and the people politically, and will suffer a complete defeat in the military. The incompetence will exhaust thousands of troops to death!"

Xu Zuyi said helplessly: "That's the way it is now. We are on guard against Lao Jiang's downfall, and Lao Jiang's troops are also on guard against our command! Discord between generals has always been a taboo in the army. If you don't have Shang Fang's sword in hand, you are afraid It’s a direct-line unit that can’t command the Central Army!”

Shang Fang's sword?Li Zongren pondered for a while and said: "In a while, you will write a telegram for me, urging Hu Zongnan's troops to rush to Xuzhou immediately, with elite soldiers in hand, so you and I can feel at ease!"

After Xu Zuyi left, Li Zongren stood alone in front of the map and frowned. The No.14 Doihara Division of the Japanese Army has recently changed. A Sakai detachment under it has never been seen, and the Sakai detachment also has 1 to [-] troops. , If it is placed on a key point, it is enough to determine the outcome of this battle, and there is no trace of more than [-] Japanese troops?How can this not make Li Zongren extremely worried?

In the current Xuzhou battle, from the outside line to the inside line, from the flanks to the main defense area, there are holes everywhere. Li Zongren feels that he is a paper painter, trying his best to maintain this rotten house and resist the cold wind that invades from all sides. How long can it last?Li Zongren didn't have a specific number in his heart, so he could only do his best and obey the destiny.

Unlike Li Zongren, Gao Fei wanted to compete with the sky. On the night of March [-]th, dark clouds covered the moon. The thick clouds undoubtedly added great difficulty to airdrops. Type, Type [-], and Type [-] attack aircraft are not all-weather combat aircraft, and these aircraft are not fully sealed cabins. Japanese fighters dare not take off on thunderstorm days. Fortunately, Xuzhou has little rain and snow in winter. Lei, but the cold air at high altitude is enough for the Japanese pilots of the open-top attack aircraft to drink a pot.

However, in order to intercept the airdrop of the Chinese military, the Japanese army and naval aviation units stationed in Shanghai, Hangzhou, Nanjing and other places dispatched 47 attack aircraft to search the predetermined area. It's like finding a needle in a haystack, but the Japanese army has the general airdrop area and direction of the Chinese Air Force. Except for the area where the Imperial Japanese Army is stationed, fighter jets are deployed to patrol and search near the places suitable for airdrop.

Although the thick clouds acted as a cover, the two Henry light bombers responsible for luring the enemy deliberately flew out of the clouds. The Japanese fighters who found the target immediately swarmed over and fired frequently with the Chinese Air Force bombers climbing into the clouds. The flashes of Japanese fighter planes firing in the clouds were like red lightning.

But after a while, a Henry light bomber with a big fire fell straight up, and the Japanese attack planes continued to fire during the plane's fall. Finally, the Henry light bomber exploded and disintegrated in the air.

Two Henry light bombers equipped with air-dropped supplies took advantage of the situation to penetrate the defense at low altitude, then turned into the clouds, and flew towards the predetermined area. Since then, the loss has been huge, but the only thing that makes the officers and soldiers of the Chinese Air Force proud is that no one in the Chinese Air Force has surrendered and been captured!

Listening to the sound of the aircraft's aeroengine, Gao Fei fired two yellow flares into the sky, and ordered Fang Guozhong to light a bonfire as a contact point for ground-guided airdrops!

The two Henry light bombers that discovered the signal flares began to lower their flight altitudes, and the bomb bays were opened for standby, ready to start airdropping supplies. As the first round of parachutes opened and landed slowly, Gao Fei's heart finally fell back into his stomach. Gao Fei knew At this moment, the main forces of the Japanese army are concentrated on the frontal battlefield, and they have not had time to form a Type-C division and a mixed brigade to occupy the enemy and maintain law and order. The Japanese army did not have enough troops to fully occupy the strategic area. Most of the Japanese troops participating in the Wuhan battle were still being reorganized in China at the moment, so as long as the airdrop plane could arrive smoothly, Gao Fei would feel much more at ease.

After circling three times, the two Henry light bombers completed the airdrop mission. For the crew members who were airdropped for the first time, all the supplies were scattered within five square kilometers, so Gao Fei was satisfied. Fei's first impulse was to scold her, so all the staff scattered to search for airdrops. There were at least four hours before dawn. Gao Fei looked at his watch, and there was still plenty of time.

Looking at the happy officers and soldiers of the New Fourth Army in Wu Qiusheng's detachment, Fang Guozhong pouted and said, "How beautiful are our airdrops? They don't think they still have a share in the airdrops, do they?"

Gao Fei glared at Fang Guozhong and said, "You're talking about undermining unity. Next time, I'll ask Little Glasses to do the mission for you. From now on, you can honestly watch over the house for me!"

Gao Fei hit Fang Guozhong's weakness. Fang Guozhong likes to be spanked with glasses when he has nothing to do. If he is asked to watch over the house for glasses, Fang Guozhong will fall to the end, so Fang Guozhong naturally shakes his head It has to be like a rattle.

But in China, many things are not afraid of bad things, but bad people. On a mound about two miles away, an old man with a goatee and a wretched face, wrapped in a ragged cotton jacket, looked at the sky that was constantly opening. The white parachute disappeared into the night as soon as he turned around and left behind a smoke.