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

The Japs entered the 300-meter line and opened fire with rifles, but the gunfire was sparse, with only about a hundred rifles.

Numata Norishige had been paying attention to the firepower on the mountain. Seeing that there was still light and heavy firepower on the mountain, he was not very satisfied with the bombing effect, but the opportunity was rare. At least the firepower on the mountain had been weakened by a large margin.

The 300-meter distance was all sloped, and the Japanese army could not speed up at all. After finally reaching a distance of 200 meters, the Japanese captain could not wait any longer and swung his command knife forward:

"Go to hell!"

There were still about six or seven hundred Japs howling and charging upwards. One heavy machine gun and two light machine guns were still harvesting the charging Japs. The Japs were charging very slowly and could not speed up at all.

After finally reaching a distance of 100 meters, many Japanese soldiers could not advance any further. There were too many cans, and they made a rattling sound when they stepped on them. They were not solid and many were blown apart by shells, leaving sharp corners that could easily cut ankles. If they were not careful, they would fall to the ground and get their hands and faces cut.

The Japanese in the front row fell down, and the Japanese behind rushed to replenish frantically. They finally reached a position fifty meters away from the position. They were only twenty meters away from throwing grenades. The Japanese could not rush forward. Attacking from above was too exhausting. Many of them lay down and faced the fire from above. No matter how much the commander shouted, they didn't want to get up.

Numata Tokushige at the foot of the mountain was almost mad with rage. It was so close, so close! A bunch of idiots, if they jumped up another 20 or 30 meters, they could throw the grenade into the trench!

"Fire a signal flare and ask them to withdraw"!

The signal flare was launched and the Japanese on the mountain began to retreat. Only more than 300 of the 1,000-man army were left. They no longer had the strength to charge, but retreating was much easier.

When Ningbo saw the Japs retreating, he immediately ordered the light and heavy machine guns to stop firing, and only allowed one platoon of rifles to fire. Dozens of rifles chased the retreating Japs, but the damage was not great.

Numata Tokushige was so angry that his teeth itched. This was obviously a lack of firepower! Idiot, when the captain of the team comes down, he must be slapped in the face.

Numata Norishige did not organize troops to continue the attack, but ordered the artillery to bombard the Mengshan position. The eighteen cannons were divided into two waves, bombarding the mountain in turns, with a rotation every half an hour and a rest every two hours, and continued to fight until the Japanese army finished lunch.

Listening to the rumbling explosions on the mountain, Numata Tokushige was sitting in the tent in a very happy mood. The soldiers who had just finished their meals could not do strenuous activities. For half an hour, wait for another half an hour, and send a regiment of troops to launch a full-scale attack. The small Mengshan Mountain will be captured!

Chen Feng looked at the endless bombardment of the Japanese army, his heart was bleeding, what a waste! He didn't dare to fight like this with so many spoils, he was so heartbroken.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the gunfire stopped, and the Japanese soldiers climbed up the mountain in large numbers. It was estimated that there were about the same number of troops as a regiment. Chen Feng immediately issued a combat order:

"Notify the First Battalion Ningbo, open fire when the Japanese reach the 400-meter line, still with the firepower from this morning. Other firepower should not be exposed. Push the Japanese to the 50-meter line, use all firepower to attack the Japanese infantry, and use indirect fire artillery to bombard the Japanese rear to block their retreat."

"Notify the second and third battalions to be ready at all times. Once the Japanese reach the 50-meter line, open fire with all force immediately, and the indirect fire artillery must continue to shell the Japanese rear."

"Notify the guard battalion to move out of the cave and toward the three tunnels, merge into the positions of the three battalions, and wait for the Japanese to reach the 50-meter line, then open fire together."

"Notify the artillery battalion to adjust the firing angles of all mortars and infantry guns. When the Japanese reach the 50-meter line, open fire and bombard their follow-up troops to block their retreat route. Do not move the mountain artillery."

After arranging everything, Chen Feng was a little hesitant. Should he blow up the Japanese military camp and artillery positions? The New Fourth Division had not arrived yet. Once the Japanese suffered heavy casualties, they would surely flee, and his own troops would not be able to go down the mountain to pursue them. The butcher Numata Tokushige would surely escape. Forget it, let's wait until night. Only in the middle of the night could the troops make a detour and outflanking move without being discovered.

The Japanese army came up to the open area. Three thousand devils were densely packed. The bayonets were flashing countless lights under the setting sun in the afternoon. The formation was very intimidating!

At the 400-meter line, the first tunnel opened fire, still with one heavy machine gun and two light machine guns, as well as a hundred or so rifles. The Japanese formation was too dense, and even this little firepower caused heavy casualties.

Numata Tokushige didn't care at all. As long as he could take Mengshan, no one would blame him even if his troops were wiped out. Seeing that the firepower on the mountain had not changed much compared to the morning, Numata Tokushige felt a little complicated. Four or five hours of artillery fire were in vain! Fortunately, even in the face of a regiment's attack, the firepower did not change, which showed that the people on the mountain were really at their wits' end.

The Japanese army advanced regardless of losses, with three battalion captains commanding in the middle and nine squadron leaders leading the way in the front. They finally crossed the 200-meter line. Seeing that the firepower remained unchanged, the Japanese army collectively breathed a sigh of relief. It was not time to charge yet, and the Japanese army was still hunched over as they climbed the mountain.

At the 100-meter line, the Japanese soldiers began to fall down in large numbers. The heavy machine guns were too powerful. The bullets would penetrate their bodies immediately, causing them to roll over and cause fatal damage to the soldiers behind them.

Several Japanese battalion commanders raised their sabers together:

"Go to hell!"

All the Japanese troops began to charge, and the shouts of killing were deafening. Even though the hillside was steep, it only took more than ten seconds to cover a distance of 50 meters.

Numata Tokushige saw the soldiers rushing up through the telescope, and he couldn't help but feel excited. They had taken it down. Even if there was some hidden firepower on the mountain, it couldn't be stopped. It was a cold gun. It was over! The Lone Wolf Commandos, whether alive or dead, would be made into specimens.

call out!call out!call out!

Just as the Japanese reached the 50-meter line, three flares were launched into the air. All the Japanese on the mountain and below shuddered, feeling something was not right.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck!

All, all, all, all!

boom! boom! boom!

In addition to the 75 mountain cannon, all the firepower in the three tunnels was opened. Countless Type shells and indirect fire shells flew towards the Japanese follow-up troops, instantly clearing out an open space. The bullets were like a rainstorm, sprinkling towards the charging Japanese troops with angry flames. The Japanese soldiers who crossed the -meter line instantly became sieves, their bodies twisting and swaying all the time, like soul dancers.

When the three flares were launched, Numata Tokushige's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, the sound of gunfire rang out. Looking at the hundreds of chains of fire on the mountain, Numata Tokushige cursed bitterly:

"Baga! Baga! Baga!"

It's too insidious, too vicious, despicable and shameless. They said something about insufficient firepower and that it was just a little short. It's all a scam.

Numata Tokushige threw away his telescope. He couldn't see straight! A regiment! Three thousand people! Cold guns, what a big appetite!

Hundreds of fire chains erupted, Type 92 heavy machine guns, Type 99 light machine guns, dozens of submachine guns, and more than a thousand rifles. The bullets were like a storm, and the soul dancers in the front row fell down. The Japanese behind were also penetrated by the powerful inertia of the close-range bullets, like a rolling gourd, which not only exposed the Japanese behind, but also blocked the charge of the Japanese behind.