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

The familiar sound of the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the familiar sound of the Taisho Type 11 light machine gun made the Japanese soldiers on the mountain scared. In the past, they would be excited and show bloodthirsty eyes when they heard these two sounds, but now they were scared and would not charge. Countless battles have proved that facing a machine gun position, any sudden attack would result in death.

Inside the three tunnels, ordinary soldiers were very envious of the machine gunners. It was too exciting, just watching them was enjoyable, not to mention controlling them personally.

The surviving Japanese soldiers in front were very smart. They held their heads and rolled down. After all, there were people everywhere below, so they would not roll to the other side of the cliff, nor would they be unable to stop. A shocking scene appeared in the open area. Groups of Japanese soldiers turned into rolling gourds, like rolling logs in ancient wars, and brought down rows of Japanese soldiers behind them.

Chen Feng smiled as he watched the gourds rolling on the ground. He was not worried at all. With such firepower, even if they rolled for their lives, it would be impossible for them to escape intact.

The soldiers on the mountain all knew the origins of this group of devils. They were the executioners of the Nanjing Massacre and the perpetrators of countless bloody incidents. They were all filled with anger and would continue to harvest them without spending any money on bullets. They must let their blood flow like a river.

The Japanese soldiers behind were also confused. They couldn't retreat, they couldn't retreat at all. Countless artillery shells completely blocked the retreat route. No one dared to rush in. They just wanted to stay away from the explosion site. Those on top rolled down, and those on the bottom wanted to climb up, causing a huge traffic jam for a while.

The blood above flowed down, starting as lines of blood, slowly gathering into small streams, and then the streams converged towards the middle of the low-lying terrain, finally forming a small red river.

The surviving Japanese soldiers collapsed, and many of them raised their guns. No matter how cruel and bloodthirsty they were, they could not help trembling in the face of such a scene. No new orders came down, and all firepower continued, even for the surrendering Japanese soldiers.

Finally, some Japanese soldiers couldn't bear it anymore and risked their lives to get into the explosion isolation line. With the help of the first ones, the remaining Japanese soldiers also knew that there was no hope of survival if they stayed, so they also got into the isolation line one by one.

The Type 92 infantry guns and indirect-fire guns had been firing continuously, and there were explosions all over the isolation line. The Japanese soldiers who had entered were in danger of death. There were no living people in the open area, at least no living people standing. Chen Feng ordered the machine guns to stop firing, and the rifles to continue firing at suspicious targets, and to practice their marksmanship at the same time.

Nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers broke into the isolation line, but only more than two hundred of them successfully crossed it. Even if these people retreated alive, they were covered in wounds. The shelling had also stopped. Above Mount Mengshan, apart from the sound of gunfire from the Type 38 rifles, the only sound was the wailing of the Japanese soldiers in a pool of blood. However, with the firing of rifles, the wailing stopped abruptly one by one.

Numata Norishige was going crazy. Who could have thought that he had lost two regiments just two days after arriving in Mengshan. Thirteen thousand troops were reduced to seven thousand in an instant. Excluding the three battalions defending the three sides and auxiliary forces such as logistics artillery, there were only 2,500 troops left to attack Mengshan.

Bin Shanyuan's information was wrong. There were definitely more than one battalion of troops on Mount Meng. Judging from the firepower configuration, there was at least one reinforced regiment. Numata Norishige ordered people to take care of the more than 200 remaining soldiers who came down the mountain, and he went into the communications room. It was time to confess to Bin Shanyuan. He had just arrived in North China and suffered a heavy blow. In addition to his own command mistakes, the huge losses were caused by incorrect information.

Bin Shanyuan was still waiting for the information from the Numata Division. He had high expectations in his heart. He was criticized by the headquarters many times. Bin Shanyuan was also a face-saving person! Except for Mengshan and Jinpu Line, everything else was fine. Damn cold guns, why didn't he go to the Battle of Wuhan? What kind of hero is he in Mengshan?

After receiving the telegram from Numata Tokushige, Bin Shanyuan's first reaction was that it was unbelievable. They had attacked Yishui in the early morning yesterday and were still killing people everywhere. But in the afternoon, they had joined a regiment in Menglianggu. Today, another regiment was added to Mengshan. Are they here to wipe out the guerrillas? This is sending people to their deaths!

Seeing Numata Tokushige's doubts, Bin Shanyuan was in a state of confusion. Yes! There was nothing wrong with Numata Tokushige's doubts. A battalion became a reinforced regiment with nearly 2,000 people. It was normal for the attack to be frustrated. But I wondered how the regiment at Menglianggu was destroyed? Did the New Fourth Division also rise?

Bin Shanyuan couldn't blame Numata Norishige. He fought smoothly in Songhu and Nanjing, and was so brutal all the way. Why did he fail here? He couldn't blame the cold gun troops for being too strong, but could only blame his own inaccurate information.

Bin Shanyuan called back to comfort Numata Tokushige, saying that they had to find a way to take Mengshan, otherwise they would not be able to report to the headquarters! No matter what, they had to find a way. If they needed bombers, they had to send bombers. If they needed poison gas bombs, they had to send poison gas bombs. In a word, please take Mengshan.

Numata Norishige did not let his troops continue the attack. He could not think of a good solution, so he would just go up and die. This cold shot was too despicable and did not fit his heroic image at all.

The New Fourth Division was dispatched, and only one regiment was left in Menglianggu. Qin Qirong was sent to garrison there. Three regiments formed based on the Marine Corps, plus the Cavalry Regiment, rushed to Mengshan overnight. A battle report came from Mengshan, saying that the Japanese army had lost another regiment. In order to prevent this group of executioners from evacuating, a general attack was launched tonight, and the 114th Division must be completely wiped out.

Shen Honglie was somewhat puzzled by Chen Feng's arrangement. The three regiments surrounded the Japanese formation from three directions respectively. The cavalry regiment was maneuvering and waiting for an opportunity. The cavalry regiment had to fire two signal flares when it attacked? Wasn't it the same as before, waiting for the bombardment and then going up to cut? However, the cold gun never missed. Shen Honglie ordered the troops to enter the designated position before 10 o'clock in the evening and set up a defensive position.

It was getting dark, the Japanese army was in a state of mourning, and the dinner was not as delicious as before. Numata Norishige had been thinking hard about how to crack the system. The bombers' bombs had no effect, which showed how strong the defense of Mengshan was. Leng Qiang had sent a plain text message before, claiming that they had been attacked by poison gas bombs and suffered heavy losses. Now it seems that Leng Qiang was just playing the victim at that time. He was shameless, the most shameless of all.

Oh, human shield, how could I forget this? Didn't Leng Qiang chop off the heads of thousands of imperial warriors because of this? He must be afraid of being desperate. As a shameless habitual criminal, Numata Tokushige knows that the more fiercely someone shouts, the more afraid they will be. It's him. Go and catch him tomorrow morning. Two battalions of soldiers, each with a civilian. It doesn't matter if there is no one around. Even if we go to Pingyi and Mengyin County, we have to catch him.

Having thought of a way to restrain the Mengshan defense, Numata Tokushige was in a good mood and ordered his men to prepare wine and food. He wanted to have a drink tonight. It was a pity that the nearby villages were empty, otherwise he could vent his emotions after the drink. But there was no rush. He would capture two thousand people tomorrow and there would always be one he liked.

While Numata Tokushige was dreaming, the New Fourth Division was marching quickly. Except for mountain artillery and infantry artillery, all other light and heavy weapons were carried. With the cavalry regiment, the team did not carry much weight. Detailed information about the Japanese defense at the foot of the mountain had already been received from Mengshan, and they claimed that everything was ready, waiting for the New Fourth Division to besiege it. Shen Honglie was full of confidence. After several battles, he knew that the cold gun would never let the friendly forces launch mindless attacks, nor would it cause heavy casualties to the friendly forces.