I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

There was no movement at the station. The booby traps in the warehouse were set very carefully, and they were all pressed under the seriously injured soldiers who were unable to turn over.

After leaving the Japanese blockade, Chen Feng quickly set up a indirect-fire artillery position and aimed at the warehouse. He didn't want to blow up the warehouse, but just make a noise to get the seriously injured soldiers moving.

At a distance of one kilometer, Chen Feng personally did the positioning and aiming. The target in the warehouse was too large, so there was no need for a test fire. Chen Feng and Wu Tianxiang acted as gunners, and the other people handed over the shells. There were forty shells in four boxes, and twenty rounds were fired at high speed. It took one minute to fire them out. After the shells were fired, two grenades were pulled out and thrown into the mortar barrel, and the team retreated quickly.

The Japanese wounded soldiers' camp was bombed. Forty shells hit the roof of the warehouse, creating many gaps, and tiles and debris from the roof fell like rain.

The wounded Japanese soldiers were in chaos. Some of the lightly wounded lay down to avoid the falling objects, while others ran away. The seriously wounded opened their eyes and saw that the falling objects were about to hit them. They no longer cared about their injuries and desperately twisted their bodies and heads to avoid the tiles.

The booby trap exploded, and the warehouse became even more chaotic. Countless seriously injured soldiers twisted their bodies to try to crawl out. Explosions continued one after another. What was originally a Shura field now became a hell on earth.

All I can say is that this group of Japanese devils were too miserable. When they joined the war, their train was bombed and they were seriously injured. They were thinking of joining the battle and taking crazy revenge after their injuries healed, but now they have no chance. There are five large warehouses full of wounded soldiers. There are more and more explosions, just like firecrackers during the New Year. Several warehouses have become a sea of ​​blood and flesh. The entrances are blocked tightly. The lightly wounded soldiers are trying desperately to squeeze out, and the seriously wounded soldiers are holding the legs of the lightly wounded soldiers tightly, crying and begging them to take them out. The explosions are still going on, the roofs are shaking, and trampling occurs. No one cares about anyone else at this time. They only regret that their parents on the island country did not give them two more legs.

The warehouse began to collapse. Although forty mortar shells failed to destroy the warehouse, large pieces of the roof still fell off. The wounded who were lucky enough to escape heard the noise inside, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair. It was too cruel and too scary. They were shaking all over. At this moment, they even forgot to be alert and only wanted to leave this horrible hell as soon as possible.

At daybreak, the Japanese army began shelling again. The Japanese soldiers ate their breakfast, watching the violent explosions in the Kuomintang positions, and laughed and commented.

When the bombers arrived at 8 o'clock, the Japanese soldiers had already finished their breakfast. They watched the bombers dive down, raised their hands and shouted:

"Cut the board! Cut the board! Cut the board."

Listening to the noise outside, Washizu Shouhei couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. By changing the tactics today, they will definitely be able to capture the Kuomintang position.

After the bombers left, the Japanese army began their attack. On the front line of more than ten miles, the long line of skirmishers stretched as far as the eye could see.

After entering the 300-meter line, the National Army began shooting. The Japanese army changed its tactics and did not launch a charge. Instead, they relied on their superb marksmanship to advance and fight back.

It has to be said that the Japanese invaders' marksmanship was much better than that of the Nationalist Army. Although the Nationalist Army had trenches to rely on, under the endless artillery bombardment and skirmish line attacks, many soldiers were either killed in the explosion or shot in the head.

The commander at the frontline immediately changed his tactics. This tactic consumed too much energy for the National Army and they could not afford to fight it at all. He ordered the soldiers to defend against the artillery and wait until the Japanese army entered the 100-meter line before attacking.

Seeing that the Nationalist trenches were suppressed, the Japanese skirmishers showed a cruel light in their eyes and continued to advance towards the trenches while shooting. The commander at the front of the position risked his life to observe the Japanese skirmishers with a telescope, judge the distance of the Japanese army, and wait until the Japanese army entered the 100-meter line, and then ordered the machine guns to quickly enter the position.

The Japanese artillery fire extended, and the Japanese in the skirmish line stopped shooting and began to charge. With the commander's order, gunfire rang out from the National Army's positions, and some of the Japanese in several skirmish lines were cleared out in an instant.

The remaining Japs immediately lay down and fired, as they would never be able to charge towards the machine guns.

The machine gun fired for more than a minute and was quickly moved away for cover. Shells came down again. The Japanese artillery aimed very accurately and the machine gun position was blown into a cloud of dust.

In this way, they changed their position every minute and temporarily blocked the attack of the Japanese skirmish line. However, under the Japanese artillery fire, some machine guns were destroyed before they could be moved. In addition, the Maxim's firing rate was too fast. Although it was very satisfying to kill the Japanese, the bullet consumption was too great. If they continued like this, they would not be able to hold out for long.

Although he did not charge forward, Washizu Kōhei's expression was still very relaxed. He understood very well that the Chinese army was short of food and ammunition, and such a battle could not be sustained for long. Taierzhuang would sooner or later fall under the iron hoof of the Imperial Japanese Army.

When Washizu Kohei was immersed in his daydream, the signalman suddenly ran over:

"Your Excellency General, urgent news from Lincheng."

Washizu Shouhei's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt that the call at this time was not a good thing. He nervously took the message, and the more he read it, the angrier he became, and his blood instantly surged to his head:

"Baga, shameless, get out of here shameless, shameless Lone Wolf Commando."

A call came from Lincheng that the wounded soldiers' camp at the railway station was bombarded in the early morning. Booby traps were set under countless wounded soldiers. Five warehouses for wounded soldiers exploded continuously. The wounded soldiers were trampled when they fled. The seriously wounded were basically killed or injured, and many lightly wounded were also lost. In addition, all the medical staff and the injured officers who stayed behind were killed, all the medicines were destroyed by the enemy, and the small munitions warehouse was also blown up by the booby traps set by the enemy. A squad of soldiers transporting munitions were also killed. Now the highest officer in Lincheng is a second lieutenant. The station is in chaos, and the wounded are still waiting for treatment. Tactical guidance is requested.

Washizu Shouhei's anger was evident. If the Lone Wolf Commandos appeared in front of him, even without weapons, he would bite them to death with his teeth. This was a great situation!

Just after setting out from Jinan, the North China Command sent a message from the battlefield that the troops of Sun Lianzhong and Pang Bingxun that they were about to face were all remnants, with a total of less than 30,000 people, short of wounded soldiers and ammunition. They were the best breakthrough point for the entire Xuzhou war zone. With the strength of the Washizu Division, they could break through quickly and destroy the whole area with a point, and the rest of the battle would be easy to fight.

Washizu Shouhei was also full of confidence, but the train was bombed, and there were tens of thousands of wounded soldiers out of nowhere. He was still hoping that the wounded would recover and return to the battle as soon as possible. Now given the state of Lincheng, not only could they not get reinforcements, but they had to divide their troops to solve the problem. Washizu Shouhei had never hated a person, or a small team, so much. The glory he was about to create was ruined by them.

There was no other way, Jiujin Songping hastily mobilized two reserve battalions, took medicines and medical staff, took trucks, and rushed to Lincheng for treatment as quickly as possible. Before leaving, he repeatedly warned them to be careful of sneak attacks. No matter how urgent the time was, Jiujin Songping still naggled for ten minutes. The two battalion captains kept cheering and nodding, and they felt like their necks were about to break.

The team set off, and more than 2,000 soldiers were lost again. Washizu Shouhei ordered the front line to suspend the attack and he would communicate with the North China Command as soon as possible to explain the situation.