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

Two hundred meters, no movement; one hundred meters, still no movement; rush to fifty meters; half a minute and you'll be up. Looking out from the tunnel, even through the gas mask, you can feel the cruel gaze of the Japanese army.

Iwai Tiger at the foot of the mountain also put down his telescope and revealed a cruel smile. At this moment, Iwai Tiger's heart was extremely inflated:

Cold gun? Lone wolf commando? You are only worthy of being my stepping stone.

The Japanese army crawled to 40 meters away from the tunnel. With a whoosh, a signal flare was launched into the air and all weapons opened fire.

The expression on Iwai Tiger's face changed from cruel excitement to extreme fear and surprise.

Phew. Phew.

Chuck, chuck, chuck.

Tat tat tat tat tat.

boom! boom! boom!

Light and heavy machine guns, mortars and submachine guns, Type 98 rifles, and melon-shaped grenades thrown out from the tunnels caused the Japanese soldiers to fall down in large numbers, even more crazily than in the previous days. In order to avoid the poisonous smoke, the Japanese soldiers all came out from the open ground in the southeast direction.

With poison gas bombs clearing the way, the two battalions were crowded together without any warning or precaution. Perhaps rare gas masks would appear on the main positions of the National Army, but they certainly would not include the guerrillas in front of them. In the eyes of the Japanese army, the guerrillas were a group of ascetics who lacked guns, bullets, and food, and were very pitiful.

The Japanese soldiers fell in large numbers, and the open space with two thousand people became a slaughter. They had only seen the National Army being massacred like this, and never thought that one day such a thing would happen to them. The bodies of the Japanese soldiers in front rolled down the hillside like rolling gourds, and many of those behind were also dragged down. The whole open space was noisy.

The machine gunners in the tunnel had extremely excited faces hidden under their masks. It was so addictive. The blood flowers caused by the machine gun bullets were beautiful and shocking. Because of the rolling corpses and falling rocks above, the Japanese soldiers behind them could not retreat. They dared not lie down and could only helplessly wait for the machine gun fire.

After ten minutes, the machine guns gradually stopped firing. No Japanese soldiers were left standing. The soldiers began to practice shooting with rifles. Wherever there were screams, bullets would fly over. The screams stopped abruptly, like a cicada being caught by a magpie.

A gust of mountain wind blew away all the smoke. Iwaihu looked at the open space like hell and closed his eyes in pain.

The gunfire continued. To prevent the Japanese from pretending to be dead, the soldiers began targeted clearing, regardless of whether they were dead or alive.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Even though they were only hitting corpses, the soldiers in the tunnel showed no mercy. When the poison gas bomb attacked just now, if they hadn't been wrapped tightly or had gas masks, their own tunnel would have been hell by now!

The Japanese army stopped the attack. Among the two battalions of more than 2,000 soldiers, only more than 200 retreated, and most of them were slightly injured. These were the ones who rolled down desperately when the machine guns sounded. Although most of them rolled off the cliff, some were lucky enough to save their lives.

Iwai Tiger was in a dilemma. The loss of two battalions, plus the previous 300 search teams and engineers, and some of the losses caused by the mortar attack, meant that only less than 3,500 of the more than 6,000 troops were able to participate in the battle. There were no poison gas bombs left, and in this situation, they could not be of much use.

After the soldiers finished lunch, Pan Jinghu had been thinking for the whole afternoon. His eyes became bloodthirsty and red. If he couldn't take Mengshan, six thousand soldiers would be no match for a few hundred people. He would become a joke and might even be ordered to commit disembowelment. Even if he was recalled to the base camp, his life would be over. No, it absolutely couldn't end like this. Pan Jinghu looked at the tall Mengshan and gradually became ruthless.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese army began to bombard again. Although the mountain artillery on the mountain had adjusted its preparations for side firing, it was not in a hurry to open fire. Chen Feng wanted to test the solidity of the tunnel. This was only a 75 mountain artillery. In the future, there would be 120 and 150 heavy howitzers. It was necessary to discover the problems with the tunnel in time and remedy them. Otherwise, once the heavy artillery attacked, the unqualified tunnels would become the soldiers' graves.

Two more Japanese battalions came up, this time with a very sparse distribution, and they encircled the enemy from the east, south and west. The troops lay down when they reached the 300-meter line, and began to shoot back using rubble as cover. Iwai Hu had no better idea and wanted to rely on shooting back to kill the defensive forces. Even if ten people were exchanged for one, the Mengshan guerrillas could not withstand it.

"Orders: Do not open fire with light or heavy machine guns. Soldiers, stay hidden and do not show their heads. Let them shoot. See how long they can hide. The communications squad should continue to send signals to inquire about the location of Shen Honglie's troops."

The Japanese army could not be defeated by the Mengshan guerrillas. The Japanese commander had certain abilities and would not let the soldiers line up to die after the attack was hopeless. Chen Feng sent a telegram to Shen Honglie after returning from the artillery attack, asking him to bring cavalry to help. But he had to stick to the Japanese army, otherwise Shen Honglie's more than 1,000 cavalry might not be able to penetrate the Japanese defense.

The Japanese were still shooting at them with great accuracy, their bullets hitting the concrete with a whirring sound. Except for the observation post, the soldiers were all resting in the tunnel. The machine guns could now hit the Japanese, but the captain's orders were to strictly prohibit firing, and although no one understood why, everyone obeyed the order.

"Report! The New Fourth Division called back and said that the cavalry regiment had passed Menglianggu and was resting in place. Commander Shen asked the captain to judge the situation. If they received an order, they could launch a surprise attack at any time and break into the Japanese position in half an hour at most.

"Okay! Brother Shen is really reliable. Send a telegram and ask the cavalry regiment to launch a surprise attack in 20 minutes and reach the foot of Mount Meng within 50 minutes. My unit will open fire in 40 minutes, and the cavalry regiment can advance to the bombing point and capture the Japanese position in one fell swoop."

"Yes"!

The signalman crawled away, the tunnel was still a bit narrow, and both the signalman and the medical platoon had trouble passing through some nodes.

Order:

"All three tunnels will open fire at full capacity in thirty minutes. The mountain artillery will begin side firing in forty minutes. Once cavalry is spotted, stop firing immediately"!

The fire suppression of the two Japanese battalions gave Iwai Hu hope. Iwai Hu judged that there was not much ammunition on the mountain, especially the light and heavy machine guns, which were the ancestors of consuming bullets. They had not fired for a long time! In half an hour, he fired another round of artillery and ordered the two battalions to attack in a scattered line. There would definitely be a breakthrough. This might be his last chance, and he must seize it.

Thirty minutes were up and there was no firing in the tunnel yet, but a signal flare was fired from the foot of the mountain. The Japanese army formed three rows of skirmishers and began to advance along the explosion point. All of them had ferocious looks on their faces. The signal flare meant to charge fearlessly. Although they could not rush forward at a high speed, they would not let a few rolling rocks stop them.

After a short rest, the cavalry regiment launched a charge towards the foot of Mount Meng. This time the route they took was a covert reconnaissance route for the Marine Corps and was not noticed by any force. Shen Honglie also rode a fast horse and brandished a saber. Since he started interacting with Leng Qiang, Shen Honglie became more and more excited. Just thinking about the scene of the Japanese soldiers' heads flying around made his blood boil.