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

The lights were turned on again in the Japanese army camp at the foot of the mountain. Hata Shigeichi was in tears when he saw the dozens of returning Japanese soldiers. It was so miserable, so miserable. They were bare skin and hair, their clothes were cut into strips and covered in blood, their bodies were bruised and purple, and their heads were covered with bruises. He ordered the conscripts to deal with it quickly. Hata Shigeichi turned around and went back to his tent. He was still careless!

Early in the morning, Colonel Takahashi looked at the two piglets grunting and felt very happy. He thought his judgment was correct. The Chinese people would never be willing to poison the food. Just when he was about to go to the detachment commander to report, one of the piglets suddenly had diarrhea. Colonel Takahashi was shocked. Just when he was about to go to the detachment commander to report, the other piglet also had diarrhea.

This is a big problem. This batch of food cannot be eaten! It seems that we have to go get food today. Colonel Takahashi hurried to the captain's tent:

"General, there is a problem with food."

"What? The piglet is dead?"

"No, the piglet is fine, but both ends of the body are loose."

Hata Shigeichi planned to teach this guy who didn't know anything about farming a lesson:

"Takahashi, don't be so excited, there is no problem with food."

"Nani, please give me your instructions, General."

Hata Shigeka began to recall the past:

"I remember when I was young, my mother also raised two fat pigs. My family's annual expenses all depended on these two pigs. My sister and I would go to collect grass for the pigs every day after school. I remember one time, we stole corn from someone else's house. If my mother found out, we would be beaten. So we secretly fed the whole basket of corn to the fat pigs. That night, the fat pigs became diarrhea. They were used to eating grass and couldn't stand the heat of food. Because of this incident, my mother beat me severely. I will never forget it."

It seemed that Hata Shigeichi's mother had died a long time ago. The memory made the Japanese soldier shed tears. He patted Colonel Takahashi's shoulder with an expression as if his mother had died:

"Takahashi, the food is fine, don't worry, eat it. Let the warriors eat and drink enough, we will attack soon."

"Hey, I have reminded you of something sad, General. Please don't blame me."

"Takahashi, there is still a lot to learn if you want to attack China, but your discovery of food in the cellar is already a great improvement. Go ahead!"

"Hi"!

All the wheat and corn were put into the pot. Today's battle might be brutal, so Colonel Takahashi arranged for the cooks to pour the few cans into the pot, two cans in one pot. After a while, the aroma of canned food and grain wafted inside and outside the military camp.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the Japanese army finished their breakfast and did not attack the mountain, but went to the nearby village. Chen Feng was a little puzzled. What was going on? There was no one in the village, and all the houses were burned down. Were they going to collect ashes?

When the Japanese soldiers who entered the village came back, Chen Feng understood. Some of them were carrying iron pots, some were carrying door panels, and some were carrying burnt beams. Were they used as shields?

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Japanese soldiers went up the mountain. Each of them had defensive tools in his hand, such as iron pots, door panels, and the worst was a piece of wood. The guerrillas almost couldn't hold back their laughter when they saw the various equipment of the Japanese soldiers.

The Japs moved up the mountain in a despicable manner. About a hundred soldiers were scattered, with one Japs every four or five meters. When they reached a distance of three hundred meters, the Japs lay down, using the tools in their hands for cover, and opened fire with their Type 38 rifles, apparently hoping to use the counter-fire to wear down the guerrillas. Not to mention, their shooting skills were very accurate, and the stone walls and concrete above and below the tunnel were sparked.

Chen Feng ordered all the soldiers in the tunnel to hide and the machine gunners to observe carefully and open fire immediately if the Japanese approached within a hundred meters.

Seeing that there was no movement in the trench above, the Japanese began to move upwards in a wretched manner, like a group of maggots, holding up the pot plate and climbing up, firing for a while after climbing for a while. Chen Feng felt a little toothache, it was too much of a bullet! These bullets were all his own after killing the Japanese, and now they were consumed by them, which was a pity.

Half an hour later, the Japs finally crawled to the 100-meter line. The heavy machine guns opened fire, hitting the iron pots and door panels, making clanging sounds. The Japs underestimated the power of the Type 92 heavy machine gun they produced. At a distance of 100 meters, the door panels and iron pots could not stop the fire.

Seeing that their defense was ineffective, the Japanese simply gave up hiding and lay on the ground to fire at the machine guns. It must be said that the combat effectiveness of this group of mixed soldiers was still very strong. Even with bullets flying around them, they aimed and fired without fear. After all, some bullets passed through the shooting holes and hit the machine gunner's shoulder or head, causing serious injury or death to the machine gunner.

"Send the signal and clear out the Japs!"

Chen Feng gave the order decisively, a flare was launched into the air, and all the soldiers in the three-story tunnel showed their heads, raised their guns and aimed.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The 98k and Type rifles opened fire. Under the precise strikes, the Japanese were shot one after another. In less than a minute, the open area was cleared.

The statistical results came out, and Chen Feng felt a little heavy. A machine gunner was shot in the head and died on the spot, two machine gunners were hit in the shoulders and were receiving treatment and bandaging, and two soldiers in the tunnel were also hit by rifles when they were clearing the Japanese. One was grazed by a bullet in the ear, and one was shot directly in the forehead and died.

The Japs adopted the dumbest and most difficult method, but achieved the best effect. In this way, they could not afford to consume the bullets from the heavy machine guns. That thing was a money-eating beast, and the bullets fired too fast.

"Pass the order, all snipers enter the first tunnel and be ready. Shoot when the Japs pass the shooting range. Aren't they blocking their heads and bodies? Then focus on shooting at their ankles and see if they can still crawl after their legs are broken."

In just twenty minutes, the second wave of the devilish Japanese came up again. The effective range of the Type 460 rifle was 98 meters, and the effective range of the Type 500k was 800 meters, but with the addition of a sniper scope, the effective range became 600 meters. When the Japanese crawled across the 98-meter line, twenty-nine Type k rifles opened fire.

boom! boom! boom!

The sniper's shooting was very accurate. Although the Japanese soldiers were protected by iron pots and door panels, as long as they climbed up, their bodies would be exposed. Whether it was their shoulders or ankles, bullets came one after another. The Japanese soldiers who were shot threw away their defensive tools because of the pain. The sniper did not rush to shoot them, but continued to aim at and shoot at the Japanese soldiers who were climbing up.

It was very effective. No matter how hard the Japanese tried to stop climbing, they still couldn't cross the 300-meter line. Once they exceeded 300 meters, the shooting became inaccurate. After all the Japanese were shot and fell to the ground, the sniper began to pick up the wounded Japanese. The sniper continued to shoot, and the wailing of the Japanese gradually became silent.

When Hata Shige saw that there was no movement on the open ground, he gave an order to Colonel Takahashi Ryo next to him:

"Let the troops withdraw! The Chinese guerrillas have too many sharpshooters. This tactic won't work. We need to think long-term."

"Hi"!

The Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain sounded a flag signal. When the flag signal soldiers on the mountain saw the message, they immediately blew their whistles. The Japanese soldiers who were preparing to attack were overjoyed when they heard it. They no longer had to go up and die!