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

Four box guns could kill eight or ten Japanese soldiers or puppet troops. No matter how fast or slow the enemy reacted, they could be wiped out instantly. They didn't care about accepting the villagers' thanks or the captured food and ammunition. They would only search for the puppet army officers with box guns to replenish their bullets. After killing one group, they would search for the next one.

After more than two hours of galloping and searching, both horses were exhausted. The two men also went to all the nearby villages and eliminated a total of fourteen teams, including Japanese invaders, puppet troops, and a mixture of the two.

No matter what combination I encounter, I will show no mercy. If I encounter a puppet army officer with a box gun, I will kill him and replenish his bullets.

It was noon and the horse could no longer run. They had checked all the nearby villages and passed a small river. They signaled Heiwa to dismount and rest.

After tying the horses to the riverside so they could drink water and eat grass, the two men began to eat the dry food they brought with them.

Hei Wa looked at the miserable scene for the whole morning, and his face was a little gloomy. Thinking of his parents behind the mountain, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He just called out "Brother Feng", but was glared at by Chen Feng, so he quickly changed the topic and asked:

"Captain, did you say that the Japanese have gone to our place? I'm a little worried about my parents."

Chen Feng was also a little worried about his father, but he couldn't go back now, so he could only comfort Hei Wa:

"Don't worry! The Japanese don't have the energy to raid the countryside right now. This should be a special situation. It is estimated that the Washizu Division is running low on food and grass, so they are preparing to replenish it on the spot.

Our place is quite remote, and the Japanese troops usually won’t pass by. Besides, there are mountains behind our house, so if the Japanese go there, we will definitely run away.”

Heiwa also knew that he couldn't leave easily now, and he relaxed a little after hearing the captain's words.

After eating the dry food, the two men leaned against a tree to recover their strength, while waiting for the horses to eat grass and rest.

Chen Feng sorted out the box gun bullets he had snatched from the puppet army. He checked each bullet and picked out five that looked problematic. He couldn't be careless with this thing. If it misfired or jammed during the battle, he would definitely be in a passive position.

In the afternoon, after the horses had rested, the two continued to expand the search range.

An hour later, they overlapped with the other two teams in Daguanzhuang. The other two teams annihilated eighteen teams together and found a location that was very suitable for ambush.

It is a main road leading into Taozhuang from the northeast. Most grain-grabbing teams pass through Taozhuang along this road and then return to Lincheng to report.

The six people came to the location discovered by Wang Hanqiang. Chen Feng found that the location was very good. There was a big bend in the road. Below the bend was a deep ditch with dense bushes. There was a beam on the east side of the road. On the beam was a locust tree. The forest was overgrown with weeds, and it was more than enough for a company to lie down.

Let Heiwa go to the front to stand guard and report the number. Several people hid quickly. Half an hour later, Heiwa suddenly gave a signal. Twenty-one people?

A team appeared, looking like two grain-grabbing teams merged together, with three Japanese devils and two drivers who seemed to be captured sitting in the carriage.

The rest were puppet soldiers. Two horse-drawn carriages were filled with sacks. The Japanese were chatting and laughing on the carriages, and a group of puppet soldiers were following them listlessly on both sides and behind. The Japanese on the carriages kept scolding the puppet soldiers, asking them to keep up and not fall behind.

Seeing that the other side had completely entered the ambush circle, Chen Feng shouted:

"beat"!

Five people opened fire. In addition to two box guns each, Zhang Liang and Lu Feihu both carried submachine guns. At a distance of more than 20 meters, the enemy did not react at all. After a burst of crackling sounds, three Japanese devils and more than a dozen puppet soldiers all met their death. With such firepower configuration against two squads of troops, the opposite side had no chance to fire back.

Heiwa continued to be on guard, and the others quickly threw the bodies of the Japanese and puppet soldiers into a deep ditch. They also searched their bodies and collected some valuables and handed them over to the captain.

The two grooms were indeed captured. They were so frightened by the gunshots that they fell off the cart and lay on the ground trembling. Chen Feng, with a black cloth wrapped around his face, asked coldly:

"Do you know where this food was stolen from?"

"I know, I know, please spare our lives, sir. We were all captured and forced to drive the cart."

Chen Feng looked ferocious and threw the bag of money to the driver:

"Hurry up, catch the car and go back through the small path in front to return all the food and money. Only my Black Eagle team can rob this place. Other bandits and Japanese devils can't. Do you understand?"

The two drivers didn't understand why you guys, who were also highway robbers, didn't care about the things in these two carts. They just thought this group of bandits was a little abnormal, but they didn't dare to ask more questions. They trembled while controlling the carriage. Chen Feng continued to threaten:

"Don't play tricks, I remember your faces. We will check each village tonight. If the items are not returned, do you know the consequences?"

"I know, I know. Don't worry, we dare not hide anything. We will return everything when we get back. We know which family we robbed."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and remember to take the small road back."

The two men were glad to have escaped the disaster and didn't dare to say anything more. They picked up the whips and hit the horses, and the carriage started slowly.

The team quickly cleaned up the traces on the road, covered the blood with loose soil, and threw the debris dropped by the puppet soldiers after they were killed into the bushes.

After the two carriages disappeared, the team lay in ambush for more than twenty minutes. Heiwa sent another message that nine people would arrive in five or six minutes.

For three minutes, the team continued to hide. The sun had already set and it would be dark in more than an hour.

Yoshinan Zazanaka was a sergeant in the Washizu Kyohei Division, a survivor of the train overturn and warehouse explosion.

I was lucky in both accidents. I suffered minor injuries in the first one when the train overturned. I did not follow the troops to the front line, but stayed in the station warehouse to recuperate.

The second time the station warehouse was bombarded, Zha Zhong Yinan was the first to run out of the warehouse. He directed the treatment of the wounded in the warehouse and was promoted to a sergeant.

At this time, Yoshinan Zazanaka was sitting in the carriage smoking a cigarette. Such days were too comfortable. He heard that on the front line, both the Washizu Division and the Sakagami Division were fighting to the death.

Although Zazhong Yinan had never participated in an actual combat charge, he could imagine that kind of scene. Rushing forward under artillery fire and enemy bullets was equivalent to completely handing over one's life to Amaterasu, and relying on her for life and death?

The wounded soldiers who retreated sent news that the division's attack was not going well. The Chinese changed their style of running away when they met an enemy and stayed on their positions, refusing to retreat. They only broke through the first line of defense after using special cigarettes a few days ago.

Thinking of this, Za Zhongyinan felt a little humiliated. His division had been having a very bad time since entering Qingdao. It had not performed at all like a Type A division. Not only were the attacks not going well, but the railways and highways were also bombed. Otherwise, there would be no need to come down to collect grain.

Ever since the commander of the North China Region, General Terauchi Hisaichi, was shot in the head, the situation quickly fermented, and countless organizations behind enemy lines sprang up like mushrooms after a rain, including bandits, remnants of the National Army, and some teams that were purely for the purpose of killing the Japanese.

These miscellaneous teams all had their own names, such as the Wild Wolf Commando, the Lunan Guerrillas, and the Taishan Suicide Squad. They never engaged in any fight with the Japanese army, but would run away after being attacked or bombed. For a time, the entire Shandong railways and highways were severely damaged.

Zha Zhongyinan's head was in a mess, and suddenly his eyes froze, and he fell sideways on the carriage. After more than ten breaths, he saw that all the Japanese and puppet soldiers were killed. The five members of the team came out of the bushes and continued to clear the traces on the road.