During lunch, we looked back at Lin Zhong’s side of the trench.
At this time, the soldiers in the cooking camp were each holding a bamboo basket with canned pork, steamed buns, eggs and even canned millet porridge...
"Brothers, you can take whatever you want. If there is not enough, there will be more left behind!" Lao Zhangtou from the cooking camp shouted from the trench.
The soldiers fired their guns and turned back to get food from the basket.
"Um?"
"What a piece of shit!"
"Old Zhangtou, today's food is not good. The canned beef from the past few days has been delicious for a long time. The one who suddenly changed it to pork is a little choked." A soldier shouted.
Lao Zhang smiled and said, "Hey, for a change, I'll give you fried chicken steak tonight!"
The little warrior smiled and said, "That's pretty much it. Okay, now that you're done, let's go. It's dangerous here!"
"Hey, brothers, you must hold on, for the fried chicken steak tonight!" Lao Zhangtou shouted, although his voice had long been drowned in the sound of gunfire.
Lin Zhong and Zhang Dabiao squatted in the trench, eating canned pork, steamed buns, and finally some millet porridge.
"Commander, our food seems to be better than usual!"
"I guess those little devils are almost starving." Zhang Dabiao laughed while eating.
Lin Zhong was also devouring it, and he had already cursed in his heart, "Nonsense, you are enjoying the meal, and I got it in exchange for my military exploits!"
In fact, Lin Zhong just asked the soldiers to eat as much as possible on the battlefield. Most of the soldiers finished eating one second and were hit by a shot the next second. Even so, at least they were full to death.
Fighting on an empty stomach is impossible, at least in Lin Zhong's army!
He lowered his head and looked at his watch, thinking that at this time, the little devils in Luyuan County should also go out to deliver food.
Opening the map, only Luyuan County for dozens of miles around can deliver food in a short time, and what Lin Zhong has to do is to keep an eye on his supply lines!
Sure enough, before Lin Zhong finished a steamed bun, Duan Peng ran over in the trench, groping his waist and lowering his head, panting.
"Commander! Commander!"
"Our reconnaissance team received news that the Japs from Luyuan County have headed towards Taiyuan. It is estimated that they will arrive in less than half a day."
Lin Zhong's eyes were cold, "This is what I've been waiting for!"
"Want to send food? There's no way!"
"Either retreat or starve to death!"
"Duan Peng, the Heiyunzhai Fighter Wing generates electricity. This supply team must be completely bombed by me!"
"We must not let the little devil eat even a little bit of food!"
Duan Peng saluted straightly, "Yes! Commander!"
...
The conversation of several people happened to be heard clearly by Yan Laoxi who was not far away.
The expression on his face is not to mention how wonderful...
Goodbye, Yan Laoxi had already walked over with a smile on his face, stepped forward and held Lin Zhong's hand.
Lin Zhong was stunned, what is this? This is not allowed!
"Commander Lin, you are indeed one of the best among men!"
"I didn't expect that Commander Lin's army would actually have... fighter jets!"
Yan Laoxi was shocked and said that he had only said before that Lin Zhong's troops might have fighter planes and have air strike capabilities, but he didn't expect that they actually had them!
Lin Zhong took a breath and forgot about him when he spoke just now...
Smiling awkwardly, "It's nothing..."
"It's not like Mr. Yan doesn't have anything, so what does this mean to me?"
"However, when people ask me, I still hope that Mr. Yan can keep it a secret. As you know, I like to keep a low profile."
Yan Laoxi nodded, "Yeah, it's natural, don't worry."
If it was Lin Zhong before, he wouldn't have to be so polite. But now it's different. This guy has transformed into the wartime commander of Taiyuan, leading an army of 100,000!
If Lin Zhong can survive this battle, his future prospects and status will never be lower than his.
...
Black Cloud Village.
The fighter wing set off immediately after receiving the telegram!
A total of five fighter planes were loaded with bombs!
Lin Zhong gave the fighter plane a name when he left. Because the fighter plane was black, he named it after Black Emperor Nos. 1 to 5.
Whoosh~
The Five Emperors broke through the sky!
Half an hour later.
"This is No. 1, the enemy situation has been discovered!"
"This is No. 2. The enemy has been discovered and the target is locked! Bombing can be carried out at any time!"
...
"Locked!"
On a small dirt road on the ground, dozens of military trucks were seen heading towards Taiyuan loaded with food.
"Launch the bombing!"
"receive!"
"receive!"
The next second.
Whoosh...
Bombs are falling one after another!
Boom boom boom!
Wave after wave of bombings, and after several rounds, the entire supply line was bombed from all directions.
On the fighter plane, "After the bombing, call it a day!"
"I received news from the commander that this supply line will be bombed at least three times a day! Let's go back to replenish ammunition and continue to bomb it for a while!"
"receive!"
...
During the Korean War, Yingjiang bombed the supply lines at least three times every day. As a result, most of our Chinese Volunteer Army soldiers could only eat fried noodles to satisfy their hunger.
Fried noodles are made by mixing white noodles and stick noodles into mixed noodles. After they are cooked in a pot, the soldiers carry them with them. When they are hungry, they eat them with snow water. Even so, they are not even able to eat enough.
Lin Zhong nodded with satisfaction after receiving the reward. This time, he wanted to let the little devil taste what it felt like to not be full!
The war intensified, and the desperate little devil launched another charge.
...
In the Kwantung Army's rear base, Hui Wang also received a telegram at this time, saying that the supply line had been bombed!
"idiot!"
"The supply line was bombed! How can we fight like this!"
Anxious Hui Wang kept circling around the tent.
Shinozuka was also anxious. He didn't expect the news about the Eighth Route Army to come out so quickly...
And plane bombings!
What the hell kind of condition is this! What the hell is this Eighth Route?
Hui Wang suddenly stared at Shinozuka and said seriously: "Mr. Shinozuka, can you send out another supply?"
Shinozuka shook his head, "No, we've already tried it. That line is now being bombed three times a day. Not to mention supplies, not even a dog can get through."
After saying that, Hui Wang sat down on the chair with a little disappointment and frowned.
He cannot lose this battle.
Once he loses, his 300,000 Kwantung Army will become a joke. Not to mention losing face, I am afraid he will be punished by His Excellency the Emperor.
With a bang, Hui Wang shot the case again.
"no!"
"Shinozuka-kun, our Kwantung Army will win this battle!"
"Inform all ministries immediately and prepare to launch a general attack!"
"A wave!"
