Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

May 8, 8:35 in the morning.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and even the sun had risen. The pilots had a bird's eye view of the earth, and the northern battlefield below was still shrouded in smoke.

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

"Attention all crews! Attention all crews! We have arrived at Zhongtiao Mountain and are about to reach the designated area! Everyone maintains formation! All escort fighters should not change altitude."

"Beware of possible anti-aircraft artillery and enemy fighter planes. All actions must be approved before they can be executed."

"receive!"

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

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

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

"Attention all crews! Next, the gliders will be released in order of echelons! Now the second echelon begins to release!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the steel cables on the air train were decoupled, and Horsa, loaded with heavy weapons and a small number of warriors, began to glide, and they flew towards their destination silently.

A dozen gliders gradually dropped in altitude, aiming for a relatively wide open space.

Although it was possible to achieve a hard landing with Horsa's craftsmanship, the belly of the aircraft was filled with weapons and warriors, so it would be best to pick a suitable position.

After successfully completing the separation work, it was the comrades' turn to parachute.

The order to parachute has been issued through the indicator light in the cabin, and everyone is ready for battle.

When the transport plane descended to an altitude of 800 meters, the hatch suddenly opened. Different from the embarrassment during the first training, everyone has accumulated sufficient experience.

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

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

"Comrades! Once the indicator light above our heads turns green and the bell rings, we will start taking action! I emphasize again, never forget the experience gained during training!"

After hearing what their team leader said, everyone raised their arms and connected the hooks on their parachute bags to a wire rope in the cabin.

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

The green light is on! The bell rings! The combat mission officially begins!

"Monk! Monk! You are the first! Jump quickly!"

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

For someone who has experienced many parachute drops without errors, the current scene is not worth mentioning at all.

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

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

There are all kinds of terrain in the Nakajo Mountains. If you are unlucky or the angle of the parachute is not adjusted correctly, you may land in some strange place.

At that critical moment, he could pull out his dagger and cut the parachute rope immediately to save his life.

In just a few minutes, all the soldiers in the second echelon jumped out of the hatch. The sky is filled with huge umbrella canopies, which look like dandelions.

The third echelon followed closely behind, and the pilots dropped their gliders and paratroopers one after another according to Principal Chang's order.

The mission ended successfully, and the transport aircraft began to make a large turn in the air under the escort of fighter jets. After all, the air train is very valuable and they have to return quickly.

The first wave of gliders to land were the first wave of gliders. These Horsa landed safely with their huge wings, relatively strong belly and pulleys.

After landing, the soldiers didn't even have time to complain about the bumps.

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

The vegetation in Zhongtiao Mountain is dense, including some century-old trees more than 20 meters high.

Facing the huge trees rising from the ground, if they were ordinary infantrymen without training, they would probably be scared to death just by looking at them.

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

If the horse stumbles and gets hung up in a tree, you can use a paratrooper's dagger to save yourself as long as the height is moderate.

After all, everyone has been practicing landing postures in the base for so long, it’s time to show off their real skills.

If it is too high, you will have to admit that you are unlucky, but you only need to wait for a while and agile comrades will come to the rescue. However, after landing, you will definitely be named and criticized by the squad leader.

The landing process of the 1st Marine Regiment was meticulous and orderly. In order to minimize accidents, every step was planned in advance.

Compared with them, the Japanese's air force troops were worse than dogs. It fully explains what it means to compare people to death, and to compare goods with others.

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

Although Lao Li was born with an ability to read maps, without systematic study, his mapping ability could only be considered below average among the commanders and fighters of the Eighth Route Army.

After this half-year study experience, my ability to recognize pictures, use pictures, and draw pictures has reached its peak. Referring to the nearby terrain, he quickly found the most suitable marching route.

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

"By the way, I'll ask our Political Commissar Zhao and Deputy Commander Xing to join me here. The troops must move quickly. Such a large-scale parachute drop may have been discovered by the elite troops of the Japanese."

"clear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the distance. Everyone present changed their colors, and all the movements in their hands immediately sped up a bit.

"Damn it, the candied fruit defenders must be at war with the Japanese. It's too late. I'll lead my troops to support them first. After you've assembled, hurry up and follow."

"Everyone is there, follow me!"

This decision was not made because Captain Li was a reckless man.

Existing intelligence shows that the Japanese elite are infiltrating in small groups behind the Zhongtiao Mountain defense line.

What's more, as a veteran who has climbed snow-capped mountains and walked on grasslands, Li Yunlong could estimate the number of people fighting just by the sound of gunfire.

The soldiers of the 1st Marine Regiment are the elite selected from the entire army. With their firepower and individual soldier quality, they can definitely handle the current battle properly.

After hearing the order from their regiment leader, nearly five hundred fully armed soldiers set off immediately. Everyone was running at full speed towards the fighting area.

During the march, Monk carried a 60mm gun and a box of artillery shells, and Duan Peng carried a light machine gun and a box of bullets. The two of them were like animals, their expressions remained unchanged and their hearts did not beat.

"Monk, why is the captain smiling so happily? The last time I saw him so happy was when he got Director Huang drunk."

Faced with this problem, Wei Dayong, a two-foot-long monk, was at a loss. After thinking seriously for a moment, he shook his head and replied, "How would I know? I'm not a political commissar. I can see through everything at a glance."

Both of them are security guards, and their positions are very close to Li Yunlong. This loud conspiracy was naturally heard by the rightful owner.

"What are you mumbling about? Why can't you understand something so big? The commander of the airborne troops must participate in airborne operations together with the ordinary airborne troops."

"Do you know what this means? This means that I have another chance to lead the commando team on the battlefield! And it's still reasonable and in line with the rules!"

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

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The perspective switches back to the temporary position of the 21st Regiment. After half an hour of fierce fighting, the number of casualties in the entire regiment has exceeded half. Moreover, Wang Dahai is about to face a serious problem. The soldiers have run out of ammunition.

Since the Czech light machine gun generates a large amount of heat energy when firing continuously, the temperature of the barrel continues to rise.

Even if the ammunition hand watered the barrel many times, this method of treating the symptoms rather than the root cause would not last long.

A few minutes ago, due to continuous fire suppression, the barrel of the light machine gun at the commanding heights had been deformed and completely lost its combat capability.

Along with the Czech light machine gun used by the first battalion commander in the frontal position, it was also blown up by the Japanese grenade. The 21st Regiment, which had lost all its firepower support points, had become in danger.

However, the situation of the Japanese troops was not much better. They themselves lost a large number of weapon boxes and had 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 not many bullets left, and they have to enter the stage of hand-to-hand combat.

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

The airborne technology of the North China Front was learned from the German airborne Jaegers. The Japs also packed most of their weapons in weapon boxes, including their bayonets.

Except for some soldiers holding Sanba Daigai and Oguchi Ryuhei who carried a samurai sword with him, the rest of the people fought close to each other and could only use belts or pick up rocks.

Both sides' ammunition reserves were insufficient, causing the battlefield to fall into an eerie silence for a moment.

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

Although this battle will most likely end with the total destruction of the 21st Regiment, even now he has not forgotten to comfort and teach the new soldiers around him.

"Don't look at it. It's quiet right now. Maybe the gunfire will suddenly start firing in a while. It is estimated that it will be difficult for us to avoid hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese today, so be sure to follow me closely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of grenade launches echoed in the mountain forest again. Wang Dahai immediately pulled back the soldiers around him, and at the same time shouted towards the nearby:

"Babys, get down quickly, don't be busy shooting! Be careful to avoid the gunfire! Wait for the Japs to enter the effective range before counterattacking, and save bullets as much as possible."

"Er Gou! Er Gou! Sun Er Gou! Find a way to destroy those grenade launchers. You are the only accurate shooter in the regiment!"

After giving instructions on all the precautions, the conscientious regiment leader began to poke out of the bunker and shoot. Originally, his marksmanship was pretty good, but unfortunately his hit rate was much lower due to his injuries.

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

"The baby just peed. It's not a big deal. I remember when I was thrown onto the battlefield for the first time, I was so hot that I came out as soon as I heard the sound of gunfire."

"Baby, the Japs are coming. Do you still remember the things I taught you?"

Perhaps it was the regiment leader's comfort that gave the recruit confidence. 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 compete with bullets, bullets run faster than people. Pretend to be dead and the bear won't bite, but the devil will make up for it."

After all, the twenty-one regiment could no longer hold on to the bullets. The moment the gunfire stopped, Wang Dahai took the lead and rushed out with rifles and bayonets in hand.

The Japanese were only fifty meters away from their position, and he could even clearly see their ferocious faces.

But just as the preserved fruit soldiers were preparing to fight, a group of soldiers wearing gray military uniforms came out from the right side.

These soldiers carried unfamiliar submachine guns and fired a large number of bullets at the Japanese in just a few seconds.

A powerful new force joined the battlefield, and the soldiers of the 21st Regiment instantly knew that they were saved. They slumped down in their original position and gave weak cheers.

A minute later, Li Yunlong came to the position with 500 paratroopers. After identifying himself, a company commander took him to Wang Dahai.

"Hello, I am Li Yunlong, commander of the 1st Marine Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. What is my name?"

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

"Why are you so polite? There is no distinction between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party in fighting the Japanese!"

Although I don't know how the other party came to the back of Zhongtiao 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 by being an official? You all have high-end equipment, so you can't ask us rotten Qiu Ba to be cannon fodder. Look at this Guawazi, he is only fifteen years old."

"If you look at me again, I've been beaten to a semi-crippled state by the Japanese."

Wang Dahai knew it was rude to say this, but in order to keep the remaining people in the group, he had to fight for this opportunity.

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

"Commander Wang, the Eighth Route Army does not do such things as recruiting young men. We have discipline. By the way, can you use a French machine gun?"

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

"French machine gun? Does it have a trigger and a magazine? If there are two things, I will use them. After half a lifetime of fighting, I can't let the gun shoot me."

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

"I think you look like you're good at fighting. Now it's up to you to cover our group!"

I've regressed again