Although Zhang Yunfei was not interested in Chairman Jiang and had few of them who could like the top leaders of the Kuomintang, he still had a good impression of the generals. In the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, the generals fought several tough battles.

Objectively speaking, if we had not had the resolute resistance to the war of resistance on the front battlefield, relying solely on these small battles launched by the Eighth Route Army behind enemy lines, China might have been destroyed by the Japanese.

The Battle of Shanghai, the Battle of Nanjing, the Battle of Wuhan, the Battle of Xuzhou, etc., the Chinese people will also remember these heroic soldiers in this series of large-scale battles.

Now, with the loss of Hanyang Arsenal, Gongxian Arsenal, and Taiyuan Arsenal, the manufacturing capacity of weapons and equipment has plummeted. The weapons and ammunition of each unit is still relatively lacking. In addition to the slightly better Central Army, some local military miscellaneous troops have already seen two people using one gun.

These local miscellaneous armies have serious shortages of bullets, almost equivalent to the Eighth Route Army in the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan. Each rifle only has a dozen bullets, a limited number of machine guns, and not many bullets.

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

When the Chief of Staff Comrade Zuo Qingquan saw Zhang Yunfei mention it, he immediately said with emotion: "Commander-in-Chief, the life of ** is really not easy now! It's like Wang Xiaoer's New Year, every year is worse than that."

The description of the Left Chief of Staff is very appropriate. Nowadays, there is a serious lack of weapons and ammunition. With the limited support from the United States, many troops have not received a bullet supply for a year or two.

If these ** soldiers were not supported by the idea of ​​fighting the Japanese and avenging their dead relatives and defending their country, many people might have become deserters and fled home to farm.

Zhang Yunfei nodded slightly: "Our majority is pretty good, but the senior commander is a little short. This time, we should try our best to help these brave soldiers!"

At this time, Zhang Yunfei couldn't help but think of a rumor that was widely circulated in later generations. This rumor was used to describe ** and the Kuomintang authorities.

First-class soldiers, second-class equipment, third-class command, and inequality command.

This shows that the ** soldiers are good and all first-class, but this inequality commander is blindly commanding, resulting in ** defeat and losses again and again, and heavy losses.

"Commander-in-Chief. I agree with your point of view. Fighting hard with the Japanese will lose all our China's national defense power. If we can help, please help."

Zhang Yunfei nodded and immediately said, "Old Zuo. There are still many 7.92mm bullets in our warehouse. In addition, we also have a lot of 60mm mortar shells and grenades. These things are urgently needed by the people. From tomorrow morning, we will send transport planes to transport these ammunition and airdrop them to the ** positions in Zhengzhou, Kaifeng and Luoyang."

As soon as Zhang Yunfei finished speaking, Comrade Zuo Qingquan, the Chief of Staff, immediately agreed, "Commander-in-Chief, I think this method is OK. We will send ammunition to ** early tomorrow morning."

That night, the flight brigade became busy again. 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.

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In the southern suburbs of Kaifeng, there is an ordinary hill.

The fierce battle has been going on for a day and a night. From yesterday to today, the battle here is a regiment of the Sichuan Army and a Japanese field troops brigade.

Don’t look at the number of Sichuan soldiers, but the two sides fought fiercely for a day and a night, and the casualties were basically 2:1. The Japanese died two or three hundred, and the Sichuan soldiers died more than five hundred.

What's worse is that the Sichuan Army Infantry Regiment has not had much ammunition, and after so long battles, there is not much ammunition left.

What kind of army is this? Looking around, all the soldiers' uniforms are ragged, basically wearing straw sandals, and not many wearing cloth shoes.

The weapons and equipment are also very shabby, basically they are rifles, and most of them are made of old sleeves, Hanyang, and there are few formal rifles, at most not more than 20%. As for machine guns, there are even fewer ones, and the entire infantry regiment is only about a dozen.

Due to backward equipment and insufficient ammunition, it was an offensive battle, but it turned into a defensive battle. It was pressed on a mountain by a Japanese field infantry brigade. It had only defense at all and had no offensive ability.

Now, just after repelling a charge from the Japanese, thousands of Sichuan soldiers were catching up to rest. Many soldiers leaned on the trenches, either closing their eyes to rest or bragging and chatting.

These Sichuan troops have been out of Sichuan for two or three years in the War of Resistance. They are basically veterans. When facing the Japanese, everyone is not afraid of them. If they were not for poor weapons and equipment, they would not be suppressed and beaten by the Japanese.

Commander of the Sichuan Army was holding an old telescope and was looking at the Japanese devils thousands of meters away. Commander of the Sichuan Army looked solemn and worried about the subsequent battle.

"Captain, we have no bullets."

A Sichuan Army commander ran over and shouted anxiously.

"What are you shouting! You'll get a bayonet with the Japanese without bullets."

The Sichuan Army commander put down his telescope and scolded him impatiently. In fact, the commander was also very worried. There was no way to go with the Japanese bayonet. If there were bullets, who would be willing to fight for the bayonet.

"Oh!" Seeing his regiment commander get 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, preparing for battle.

Next to him, a veteran took out his last few bullets and wiped them. These bullets were all yellow and orange, obviously the result of frequent wiping. These bullets are usually treasures and are reluctant to use them.

After rubbing the bullets, the veteran pressed the last few bullets into his Hanyang Craft one by one, then pulled out his bayonet, looked at the sharp edge, and inserted it back.

A big black machine gunner was cleaning up his bullets and collecting all the bullets. He found that there were only more than twenty shots. He immediately shouted and scolded angrily: "Little Stone, our bullets are here, why is it just that little? Are you hiding?"

Xiao Shitou is a thin ammunition player who is responsible for pressing bullets for the magazine clips of this Czech light machine gun, and then giving the magazine filled with bullets to the machine gunner.

"Brother Hei Niu! I didn't hide a bullet, so we only have this little bullet." The ammunition hand named Xiao Shitou immediately screamed in grievance.

After more than twenty minutes, the Japanese may have had enough rest. About a squadron of Japanese soldiers were about to rush to start charging.

"Captain! The Japanese are coming up again."

The commander of the Sichuan Army also saw the Japanese. Put down the telescope and you can see that the commander of the Sichuan Army's eyes were red and his eyes were blazing fire at the Japanese soldiers hundreds of meters away.

"Brothers, put the Japanese close and aim and shoot, so that everyone can save bullets." The commander of the Sichuan Army shouted, and then he picked up the ****, but the commander of the Sichuan Army knew that there were no bullets in his ****.

The Japanese were getting closer and closer, less than three hundred meters away from the Sichuan Army's position.

"Damn, grandpa fights with you!"

Many Sichuan soldiers shouted angrily, preparing to wait for the Japanese to shoot closer, and rushed forward to fight against the Japanese after firing the bullets.

At this time, a buzzing sound came from the sky. Everyone saw two huge planes flying towards this side. Seeing these two planes, many Sichuan soldiers thought to themselves, could it be the Japanese plane?

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

The two planes were getting closer and closer, and the altitude was getting lower and lower, and they immediately flew above the Sichuan Army's position. The two planes maintained a height of only three or five hundred meters and dropped large wooden boxes. On top of each wooden box, there was a parachute, which floated down slowly.

Seeing this situation, all the Sichuan Army soldiers were confused. Why did these two planes drop bombs instead of dropping these large wooden boxes?

These two planes hovered twice on this Sichuan Army position, dropped more than a dozen such large wooden boxes, and immediately flew away. The wooden boxes slowly fell and fell on the Sichuan Army position.

One of the large wooden boxes fell right in front of the Sichuan Army Commander. The Sichuan Army Commander looked at the box and saw a line of white big characters sprayed on the big wooden boxes. Each big character had a big fist, very neat and very clear.

"The First Ammunition Warehouse of the Thirty-Sixth Army."

Seeing this line of words, the Sichuan Army Corps Commander immediately realized that the two planes were the 36th Army. But I didn’t know what was contained in this large wooden box.

"Just just now, it was the plane of the 36th Army. Everyone, please open this box and see what you are."

Immediately, several Sichuan soldiers took out their bayonets and quickly pried open the large wooden box. What imprinted into everyone's eyes were neat oil-paper bags, square and neatly arranged.

A Sichuan army grabbed a bag of oil paper and tore it hard. Suddenly, yellow and orange bullets were scattered out of their hands. So many bullets made everyone's glasses blur.

One pack was a total of 50 7.92mm bullets. Seeing so many bullets, the commander of the Sichuan Army immediately stepped forward and excitedly grabbed another oil-paper bag and tore it open. What he saw was a neat bullet.

"Brothers, these are bullets, all of them are bullets, and they are supported by the 36th Army." The commander of the Sichuan Army cried with joy and immediately burst into tears.

Many Sichuan soldiers next to them were also excited to grab the heavy bullet, feeling that the bullet seemed to be heavy, and their hands holding the bullet were trembling slightly.

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