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

The fight was exciting, but the cleanup was very troublesome. The bodies couldn't be left there. In the middle of summer, they would rot overnight and would be unbearable to look at tomorrow. Chen Feng could only ask Shen Honglie's cavalry regiment to help clean up the bodies.

Shen Honglie was very straightforward. He had no problem cleaning up the corpses, but the good stuff from these devils would belong to the cavalry regiment. The two hit it off immediately. Shen Honglie's soldiers were all poor, and such an opportunity was rare. There would always be some good stuff on the corpses of thousands of Japanese soldiers.

After cleaning up, they found that there was a lot of money. These devils had been hiding on both sides of the Jinpu Line for quite some time, and they had no shortage of foreign currency and gold bars. The soldiers of the cavalry regiment became more and more excited as they cleaned up. One soldier asked his superior, the company commander:

"Captain, it's too much. I have almost thirty dollars in my pocket, and two small yellow croakers. I can't put any more in. Do you think they will take it back?"

"Just do it with confidence. Who are they to take advantage of you? They are paid a lot of money for giving you cement or something like that. Don't worry, take it. But you can't just turn over the bodies without doing any work. The commander is watching from above. Only what you lift up belongs to you, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Captain. I, Ma Laoliu, value my reputation the most and will not do such a thing."

Money is the source of motivation. The cavalry regiment of a thousand people only lost forty or fifty people in the battle, and most of them were injured. The rest saw that this group of devils were very rich and did not feel tired at all.

Several battalion commanders arranged the teams to form a complete industrial chain, including those who carried, dug, searched, and buried. The money was distributed uniformly afterwards.

The guerrillas wanted to help, but were completely excluded. In the words of Shen Zizhong, "Leave this small job to us, and you guys hurry down the mountain to clean up the battlefield and move the cannons."

Chen Feng and Shen Honglie went up the hillside. Shen Honglie was very excited when he saw his men turning over the bags of Japanese soldiers' bodies. He pointed to the team carrying the bodies and said:

"Brother, look at my group of soldiers. They don't look like soldiers, they look like a group of bandits."

"Brother Shen, let's not talk about this for now. It's okay for us brothers to make some extra money. Many of us have families to support, and we have to make a living. We have killed so many Japanese this time, we must make it high-profile. Let's discuss how to report it first!"

"You have the final say, so I'm here to help. If I can raise the amount, I'll do so. If I can't, that's okay too. I received a reward of 200,000 oceans last time, and I'm very satisfied."

Chen Feng shook his head at Shen Honglie:

"Brother Shen, you misunderstood. I wanted to push all these devils onto you."

"Brother, I know you have made many achievements, but this is not appropriate! The senior officials in Chongqing are not stupid. If you take too many achievements, you will be held accountable."

"Brother Shen, don't be anxious. Let me explain slowly. Didn't the Japs use poison gas bombs this time? Not many of them escaped alive in this battle. I plan to give the credit to you and say that our Yimeng guerrillas suffered heavy losses. We need to give the Japs some illusions and let them think that our Yimeng guerrillas are on the verge of being wiped out. In this way, they will not be able to resist taking action. As long as they come, aren't they just our two brothers' food?"

Shen Honglie hesitated for a moment and whipped his horsewhip:

"Brother, just read the newspaper! You can say whatever you want. I will have to follow you to share the credit in the future. I will listen to you."

"Let's go! Let's go back and generate electricity first. We have to make fun of them. Maybe that old devil Bin Shanyuan is still waiting for the photo of my corpse."

On the afternoon of August 1938, 8, the cold gun that had just exposed the Japanese spy Hashimoto Sakurako appeared again, still in plain text, but this time it was not so serious:

"Bin Shanyuan, I was shot in the back. I risked my life and survived many dangers to kill Terauchi Hisaichi and help you to the position. But you are not grateful to me and instead sent troops to encircle and suppress us. You sent a brigade just to deal with the 300 people of my Yimeng guerrillas. You even shamelessly used poison gas bombs. If it weren't for our friendly army Shen Honglie's troops coming thousands of miles to rescue me, I might have been wiped out by you. But your brigade can't go back, not a single soldier can go back. All the poison gas bombs exploded, and Shen Honglie's cavalry came to rescue us. All your people were beheaded, and it took us a whole afternoon just to bury the bodies. The 300 of us weren't tired from fighting you, but we were exhausted from burying the bodies. Do you think you can give us some funeral expenses? Also, you ignored the warning and used poison gas bombs. Do you want me to come find you?"

A simple teasing telegram has been sent out and quickly spread across most of China. It has been a long time since we have seen the Lone Wolf Commando’s battle record!

I have waited for a long time until today. No wonder I haven’t seen you for so long. It turns out that you have formed a guerrilla force behind enemy lines!

Killed an entire brigade? Those who didn't understand asked how many people were in a brigade, and were surprised to learn that there were 6,000 people. It was worthy of my gun. I could kill an entire brigade just by saying so. As for Shen Honglie and his ilk, it didn't matter. They must have followed and taken advantage of it.

At the Japanese North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, Bin Shanyuan was still waiting for news from the Iwai Tiger Brigade. It was almost dark and no news came. Bin Shanyuan had a bad feeling. Suddenly, a report came from outside:

"General, the Lone Wolf Commando sent a clear message saying that our Panjing Tiger Brigade was completely wiped out. We don't know whether it is true or not. Please give us your instructions, General."

Bin Shanyuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The whole army was wiped out. Just a few hundred guerrillas. He came to the door and took over the telegram from the signalman. Before he finished reading it, Bin Shanyuan felt his brain congested. A gas bomb exploded? Shen Honglie's cavalry?

After reading the telegram, Bin Shanyuan realized that this was most likely true. He didn't dare to lie, at least not in a plain text telegram. In addition, there was still no information from the Iwai Tiger Brigade. Bin Shanyuan felt that there was no hope. It was over. He was in trouble this time!

Bin Shanyuan suddenly understood the viciousness of the cold gun. This telegram was disgusting. Six thousand against three hundred. They used poison gas bombs and were completely wiped out. This was a big blow to the expeditionary force stationed in China. They also had to pay for funeral expenses. How cruel!

It was too cruel. Losing a brigade was nothing, and the failure of using poison gas bombs was nothing, but a brigade could not deal with 300 people, and he had no way to refute it. This cold gun was really meant to hit his heart and lungs!

Li Zongren's Fifth War Zone Command has already entered Wuhan. When he saw the plain text of Leng Qiang, Li Zongren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This Leng Qiang was too clever. Bin Shanyuan must have been furious to see such a text!

The top brass in Chongqing also read Leng Qiang's telegram:

"Call Shen Honglie and ask him to report the causes, consequences and process of the battle in detail. Annihilating an entire brigade cannot be left unexplained. Once confirmed, a commendation order will be issued immediately and the entire army will be informed. Even though he doesn't care about this achievement, I still respect it."

After sending the telegram, Chen Feng continued to accompany Shen Honglie to watch the burial of the bodies and the moving of the seized items.

"Brother, tell me how it was sent so that I can be prepared. If nothing unexpected happens, Chongqing will send me a telegram to inquire about it in the evening."

Chen Feng briefly explained the message, and Shen Honglie was speechless. Why did it feel like annihilating a brigade was almost the same as ambushing a squad of a grain-collecting team?