Amidst the "buzzing" sound of the engine, I was still lying on the top of the mountain basking in the sun.
The bumpkins, who seemed to believe that such a release could speed up the recovery of their injuries, involuntarily raised their heads.
Then, they could see a stretch of clouds overhead.
Suddenly, they saw a fleet of aircraft emerging from the white clouds and appearing in front of them.
After seeing these planes, even though he knew that the pilots above were too far away to see his movements clearly, Hu Biao still raised one of his arms and began to wave excitedly.
The main reason is that on the wings of these aircraft, there is either a "blue sky * white sun" badge painting, or there is a shark tooth painting on the nose.
After everyone on the battlefield saw it, they became a little excited.
Perhaps he had considered that today was the last day of control of his airport, so the sudden appearance of such a flock of chickens was surprisingly huge in scale.
After some laborious counting, Hu Biao and the others were able to discover that such a fleet consisted of a total of 36 aircraft.
Among them, the 18 outer ones were P40 and P51 fighter jets. After they arrived at the airport, they started to hover in the sky.
The plane, which was supposed to be alert and wary of the Japanese, would suddenly appear.
The remaining aircraft are all transport aircraft, and they are models such as the C47B that were famous among soldiers during World War II.
According to Hu Biao's understanding, this model has a 2-stage supercharger added to it, and is mainly used on the hump route from China to the third brother's home to Myanmar.
The specific load capacity is that if loaded at full capacity, a maximum of 11.8 tons of materials can be loaded at one time.
Therefore, in just this one trip, this fleet of aircraft transported almost 200 tons of materials to Hengyang City.
Good guy! Such 200 tons of combat materials will definitely play a great role in the next battle in Hengyang City.
After seeing everything like this, I know what it will be like if we follow the original timeline.
The members of the current Japs force, who had already launched their first attack on Hengyang City, all had aunty smiles of relief on their faces.
Even the various injuries and pains on my body feel better...
The time is two o'clock in the afternoon on the 28th.
The location is still on the top of Bajia Ridge.
"Give way, give way, everyone, this thing is very hot, don't get hit~"
In the midst of this burst of shouting, the criminal who was lame on one leg walked over, holding a 90-style steel helmet in his hand and making loud noises.
In such a clean helmet, everything is filled with steaming rice porridge.
These rice porridges are cooked quite well, and with the addition of some juicy wild vegetables and diced luncheon meat, the aroma is quite enticing.
Or maybe the rice production these days may be low, but there are many reasons why the taste is better than those produced with chemical fertilizers in the modern plane.
Anyway, when such a helmet of rice porridge passed by their eyes, Hu Biao and others couldn't help but their noses moved violently.
In the mouth, a mouthful of saliva was secreted involuntarily.
It's a pity that in such a state, they could only close their eyes in pain, and put a big spoonful of these disgusting canned Japanese beef into their mouths.
That's because these rice porridges are only food for a special patient like Qingshan.
In yesterday's battle, didn't the Japanese open a long wound on the corner of his mouth with a bayonet?
Thanks to An Tusheng's use of "Basic First Aid", such an awesome skill.
So after some surgery, the wound at the corner of Qingshan's mouth was successfully sewn up.
Although the long needle eye made Qingshan look as scary as a Stitch Monster in a comic, his life was not in danger at all.
Then, a very real question arises?
The limited amount of glucose injection brought by the current team was completely consumed as early as last night, and there is no relevant inventory of this stuff in Hengyang City.
Poor Qingshan, with his tiny little cherry mouth that can only open a little now, there is no way he can eat that little devil's can.
But for such a big living person, if he didn’t die in the hands of the Japanese, he couldn’t starve to death, right?
No! The enthusiastic sinner took the trouble to inquire around the guard camp, and was lucky enough to get just over a kilogram of rice from these people.
Cooking three or four taels for each meal is enough to prevent Qingshan from starving to death.
Even considering that eating just a little white rice porridge may lead to malnutrition, this product thoughtfully added some wild vegetables and luncheon meat, and cooked it together over low heat.
As for why suddenly, the sinner with the nickname "Dead Man's Face" suddenly became so enthusiastic towards Qingshan, who had an ordinary relationship with him before.
I am not a sinner, but I suddenly developed some strange hobbies.
Facing Qingshan, who is also considered to have thick eyebrows and a big face, this 26-year-old young man had an idea that he shouldn't have and was opposed by most people in the world.
After the real reason, there was an answer when the sinner walked up to the sinner carrying a pot of hot porridge.
I saw this guy with a friendly smile on his face and a warm greeting:
"Big Mouth Monster, are you hungry? Come and drink some hot porridge."
Under such an abrupt title, the guys from other teams burst into laughter, and Qingshan's originally ferocious face immediately showed a very speechless and depressed expression.
‘Big mouth monster’.
This is the accurate nickname given to Qingshan by these low-level guys from Team Zhongzhou based on his current image.
Of course, we are all comrades in life and death, so what bad intentions can we have?
But there is no need for any doubt that these guys recovered after his wounds were treated systematically.
The nickname of such a big-mouthed monster will still be preserved.
As for the reason why the Dead Face Sinner is so enthusiastic, it should be because he is thinking about his appearance, so that he no longer needs to be at the bottom of the team, right?
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The depression about the unlucky Qingshan is just a small episode on a day like the 28th.
After lunch, all the C47 transport planes at the airport had been unloaded by a large number of personnel from the 10th Army.
Now it is being transported towards Hengyang City by a small number of trucks and a large number of people carrying it on their shoulders.
Then, under the escort of some fighter jets that took off again, these transport planes gradually disappeared in the sky, and it was not known whether they would come again.
And with such a group of wounded soldiers on Bajia Ridge, such a group of people who couldn't sit still, a new thing had begun to happen.
Perhaps these guys felt uncomfortable after being covered in stinky sweat.
Many gentlemen rolled balls on their bodies, some with blood-red balls.
At the same time, under the gusts of mountain wind that began to blow in the afternoon, Bai Xiang, the only female member of the team, suddenly took off the M35 helmet with mottled blood stains on his head.
Then, from somewhere on his body, he took out a very European and American-style ivory comb.
Untied the red hair that was stuck into a ball due to a lot of sweat and blood.
Finally, he sat on a rock and combed his hair bit by bit; after the hair was combed, his beautiful long hair immediately began to fly with the mountain wind.
After people saw it, it seemed that everything was a little different in such a battlefield that was full of the residual smell of blood.
It was also at this moment that all the gentlemen of the Zhongzhou team realized that Dayangma was still a woman.
She is also a very beautiful woman with a hot figure and a bit of an exotic style.
Especially on such a battlefield, it is truly a beautiful scenery.
With this idea in mind, Shi Polu approached and took off the Type 98 steel helmet that was full of blood after being seized from the Japanese.
With a shy face, he said: "Baixiang, can you comb it for me?"
"Of course." Bai Xiang said simply.
Then, as she combed the comb in her hand, blood clots and pieces of meat of suspicious origin fell bit by bit from Shi Polu's scalp...