I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 686: The Japanese airdropped new uniforms

A soldier from the Jiangnan Militia Division who came to support them took off a strange device on his face and put it in a box he carried with him.

That was the militia division's thermal imaging device. Through the device, the soldier had seen a lot of red things moving towards the Kuomintang's position.

"Notify the infantry and machine gun crews to prepare for battle, and have the mortar crew fire flares."

As he spoke, orders were issued one after another.

A national army commander shook the hands of the militia division soldiers and said.

"Thank you, brother. It is thanks to you that we were able to find the traces of the Japanese today.

Or you can just stay in our 469th Regiment."

The soldier: "Do you get double pay at the end of the year? Can your children go to school for free? Are your family members guaranteed jobs?"

The commander of the 469th Regiment curled his lips, with something in his mind that he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

"Is your militia division still recruiting people now?" But he didn't dare to ask this question.

"Dong dong dong..."

More than a dozen flares were fired into the sky from the Kuomintang’s positions.

The positions of both sides were illuminated as bright as day by flares.

The Japanese soldiers who stood up and prepared for a sneak attack were blinded by the flares.

With the word "attack" shouted by the Kuomintang commander, countless bullets were fired from the Kuomintang positions.

The Japanese soldiers were like mad demons, twitching all over under the bullet fire.

The Japanese were unwilling to give up and detonated the explosives and grenades in their hands.

It's a pity that this is of no use at all and does not cause any harm to the Kuomintang soldiers in the battlefield.

These Japanese soldiers who launched a sneak attack were following behind those who were charging earlier.

They all took advantage of the chaos to lie down and hide among the corpses of other Japanese soldiers, preparing for a surprise attack after midnight.

I didn't expect that the national army, which has always been honest, would be so shameless.

When the Imperial Army launched a surprise attack, they suddenly used flares, completely exposing the Imperial Army's actions.

This scene made Division Commander Mishima so angry that he was furious but could do nothing about it.

He had no other options except swinging his command knife and hacking around with objects.

Fortunately, the National Army did not take advantage of the situation to counterattack, and the soldiers of the Third Division were exhausted, so he had no desire to continue the attack.

He then ordered the entire division to rest and wait for the airdrop tomorrow before continuing to attack Changsha City.

At 7:30 in the morning of the next day, the Japanese air force had already flown over Changsha.

Some of their planes were used to bomb the Kuomintang positions.

There were also several Japanese transport planes that began to airdrop supplies to Mishima's Third Division.

At this moment, the Japanese troops under the city of Changsha were cheering.

They looked at the parachutes floating down from the sky and cheered with joy, feeling the power of the empire and the convenience it brought to them.

But what no one noticed was that there were several more parachutes on top of the ones dropped by the Japanese.

Those things tied under the parachutes should be...gasoline barrels tied together.

For some reason, there were holes on the walls of the gasoline barrels that floated down.

Pink gasoline was falling from the sky, spreading everywhere in the air.

After a while, a spark came from somewhere and ignited the gasoline.

With a loud bang, the gasoline in the sky was ignited by sparks.

Almost all of the Japanese parachutes in the sky were ignited by gasoline.

The Japanese's tattered parachute could no longer hold up the baggage box below, and it fell rapidly to the ground.

Before the Japanese soldiers below could start hiding, the heavy boxes had already fallen down.

This was not the scariest thing. The scariest thing was those burning gasoline barrels that all fell down.

The fallen gasoline barrels began to explode on the ammunition boxes.

The exploding shells and grenades scattered the bullets in the ammunition boxes everywhere.

This made Division Commander Mishima miserable.

The onboard charge by my subordinates last night, coupled with the sudden disaster this morning.

Two entire battalions of his men were killed in vain.

That’s not all, another squadron of fighter jets flew in the sky.

Commander Qian of the 73rd Army was still cursing, saying that the Japanese had so many planes.

Then, cheers of Nationalist soldiers were heard coming from the trenches outside the command room.

"The plane, the plane, it's our own Chinese plane."

Commander Qian quickly raised his telescope to observe, and sure enough, he saw the emblem of the blue sky and white sun on the wing of the plane.

But what does the panda dancing with a stick painted on the belly of the plane mean?

Others could not recognize the Kuomintang fighter planes that provided air support, but Song Wenwan knew them.

This is the P-51 Mustang fighter of the Gannan Allied Forces Air Force.

As soon as they appeared, they started engaging in air combat with the Japanese fighter planes.

It couldn't really be called an aerial fight, it was more like a one-sided massacre.

This time, the Japanese fighter planes included six of the latest Zero fighters.

They just showed off their muscles in the sky above Changsha.

Before their plane could even get back, it was targeted by Gannan's "Mustangs".

With just one dive attack, all of the Japanese Zero fighters were destroyed.

When the other Japanese air force in the sky saw that their Zero planes had been blown up, they no longer cared about bombing Changsha.

They immediately turned the plane around and fled towards Hankou.

The Kuomintang planes only chased for a while and then returned towards Tongguan Airport.

They had to go back. The round trip was nearly 2,000 kilometers, and if they didn't go back, they wouldn't have enough gas.

The commander of the Ninth War Zone on Yuelu Mountain also enjoyed the view with a telescope in hand.

"Hahaha, this is really God helping me. I didn't expect that the Japanese's gasoline barrels would blow up all the supplies I airdropped.

This is God’s will! God will not destroy China!”

Song Wenwan held the telescope in his hand and said nothing. He would not tell the commander of the war zone.

Those gasoline barrels that fell from the air and leaked oil were all caused by the system.

Anyway, these are all airdropped supplies from the system, so it doesn’t matter who they are given to!

At most, the supplies airdropped to Song Wenwan were intact.

All the gasoline barrels airdropped to the Japanese had broken walls.

Those were all made by the system lady using a chisel, chiseling them out one by one. It's really not easy for the workers!

The commander of the Ninth Theater: "Go check which theater sent the fighter jets. Thank them for their help."

Song Wenwan: "There's no need for the staff to check, that's our Gannan aviation brigade.

I asked them to take off from Tongguan Airport and come to Changsha City to help.

Unexpectedly, they ran into the bombing of the Japanese planes. It was bad luck for the Japanese."

Division Commander Mishima, under the city of Changsha, was still directing his men to dig up the damaged munitions.

Most of the shells had been blown to pieces, but there were still a lot of usable bullets, so they were all collected.

Many boxes were opened and turned out to contain brand new military uniforms and caps.

Inside the box containing the military uniform, there was a letter written to him by Anan.

“After you capture Changsha City, please have your men change into new uniforms and hold a ceremony to enter the city.

And give me the photos you took to show the great military achievements of the Imperial Army, please!"

Division Commander Mishima also sighed. He looked at the city of Changsha which was within his reach and couldn't help shaking his head.

My dear Commander Anan, if you could exchange all these military uniforms for rice balls for me, I would like to say thank you.