After receiving the call from Okamura Yanji, Junroro Matsuura finally breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and turned his head to nod at the anticipation of Chutokuzusa beside him:

"Notify the soldiers to clear out some of the open space and prepare for receiving airdrop materials. At 10 o'clock this morning, Commander Okamura will arrange for the air force to drop food, medicines and ammunition for us."

"Hi Yi!" Shirotozusa stood at attention, his movements were so powerful that he didn't look like he had been hungry for two days.

"Also, please inform the commander of Aoki's voyage to prepare to accept supplies, be careful to send more alert troops. There are not many airdrops, so don't be stolen by those cunning Chinese people."

"Hi Yi!" Shirotozusa grinned excitedly, and some soldiers in the command center who heard the conversation between the two could not hide the joy on their faces.

The hungry Japanese soldiers struggled to survive the tormented waiting time, and the transport plane full of supplies finally penetrated the clouds and appeared in their sight.

"Buzz buzz ~"

The Japanese transport aircraft with blood-red sun flag on its wings drilled out of thick clouds, and its back was facing the sunlight that was not too dazzling in the morning, gradually approaching the sky above Wanjialing. The golden sunlight sprinkled on the wings and fuselage of the plane, and even felt a sacred feeling in the eyes of the hungry Japanese soldiers below.

"Onboard!Onboard!"

Some Japanese soldiers couldn't help but cheer, and used the only remaining strength in their bodies to waving everything they could waving: small flags, clothes, helmets...

In the sky, the Japanese pilot looked down through the porthole, and the green woods were everywhere. He could barely see a few open spaces cleared by shells or bombs, but the Chinese army's blue sky and white sun flag was floating on it.

"Does the ground troops have any signs?" A Japanese pilot turned his head and asked the co-pilot beside him.

"I can't see it. I found two open spaces where supplies can be put on, but they were all occupied by the Chinese army and are looking for new places to put on delivery."

"All aircraft, be careful not to approach the hill on the left, and do not lower the altitude too early. There are Chinese army's air defense weapons there!" The voice of the long aircraft came from the telephone.

"receive!"

"The second plane reported that I found signs of personnel's activities on the hillside at two o'clock, and the enemy was unknown."

Just as the Japanese planes were hovering in the sky, the Chinese officers and soldiers in the mountains also responded quickly.

Some troops were located at a high terrain, so they simply set up light and heavy machine guns to attack the Japanese planes in the sky. Because they were worried about the Japanese bombing, they didn't care whether they could be shot or not. In short, they moved their positions after a single shot.

The officers and soldiers of the secret service battalion on the 109 Highland also saw the planes in the sky.

"Divine Plane!" The observation whistle shouted at the top of his throat. The officers and soldiers on the position quickly hid in the bunker. Some soldiers were nestled in the trenches, holding their heads in both hands, preparing to welcome the next bombing; some brave soldiers poked out half of their heads and looked at the uninvited guests in the sky curiously.

"It's a transport plane!" Qi Heng stood at the gate of the fortification of the battalion department and looked at it with a telescope, rubbed his eyes that were a little sour because he looked straight into the sun. He explained to several company leaders around him: "It's not a bomber, he won't throw bombs. He should be given to the Japanese."

"Is the Japanese going to airdrop supplies?" Shangguan Youhao, who was lying in the battalion, heard Qi Heng's voice and struggled to sit up, but was pressed down by the medical staff.

Qi Heng shouted to Shangguan Youhao: "It should be, I'll call someone to take a look first."

"Zhong Lin! Take a few people to the hillside to take a look. The trees there were all blown up. Now it is an open land. If the Japanese plane loses something, they will come back and report immediately!"

Reconnaissance platoon leader Zhong Lin responded and touched him with a few soldiers.

"Battery Commander?" Shangguan Youhao's weak voice came over.

Qi Heng walked into the camp and nodded to Shangguan Youhao: "What's wrong?"

"If the Japanese planes are coming to airdrop supplies, I have an idea." Shangguan Youhao turned his head to the door.

"What bad idea did you think of? It seems that your head is not seriously injured?" Qi Heng quipped.

"When we ambushed the Japanese supplies troops on the Nanxun Line, didn't we seize a batch of white cloth?" Shangguan Youhao grinned and tried hard to suppress his desire to vomit: "We can use white cloth to make a large Japanese sun flag and put it on the position to trick their planes into airdropping supplies to us."

"Good idea! Shangguan Zhen has a damn idea! I think it's feasible!" The third company commander Xu Guanghui's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help swallowing. He was already thinking about the canned meat that the Japanese threw down.

Qi Heng nodded: "I think it's OK, Fatty Xu, take some people to turn out the white cloths, make them into sun flags, and place them on the open land on the hillside. If the Japanese drop supplies, they should be able to trick some."

As he was speaking, the sound of the plane was getting closer and closer, as if it was about to reach the sky above the 109 Highland. The soldiers sent to investigate also ran back quickly, shouting:

"Battery Commander! Battalion Commander! The Japanese plane lost things! This time, no bombs were dropped! Those who came down were big boxes with white umbrellas!"

"Quick! Quick!" Qi Heng hurriedly urged him when he heard the voice of the scouts.

"But battalion commander, we only have white cloth and no red dye?" Xu Guanghui had just run to the door and suddenly remembered that he could not dye the white cloth, so he had to stop again.

"Is there shit in your head?" Shangguan Youhao lay on the stretcher, cursing with regret: "Zhu Gusheng captured two Japanese prisoners before, isn't one of them almost gone? Give him some pleasure and then put some blood on!"

"Yes," Qi Heng made a decision: "Anyway, that Japanese prisoner will not live long, so let him make some contributions."

Xu Guanghui suddenly realized, raised his legs and left, and had not forgotten to give Shangguan Youhao a thumbs up before leaving.

The Japanese planes had already dropped some supplies on several open spaces around Leiminggu Liucun Village, but were worried that if they were thrown away, they would be stolen by the Chinese army. After they left a part of them, they began to hover in the sky, intending to find a new airdrop location.

"The No. 6 aircraft reported that several Japanese flags were found on the hillside at 11 o'clock. They should be part of friendly forces. Have they put supplies on them?"

"Did the hillside where the No. 2 aircraft discovered that there were personnel moving?" asked Changji.

"I have lowered the height and confirmed that it was the hillside, with signs of people moving on it. I found three national flags and some people were waving at us. Was it airdropped?" Aircraft No. 6 replied.
Chapter completed!