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

In Chongqing, the top leaders received Chen Feng's plain text message at the first opportunity. Although they were happy about the victory, they were a little worried after reading the message. They were concerned about how much the Yimeng guerrillas had suffered, as well as Shen Honglie's New Fourth Division. They were worried that the losses were too great and the two hill fortresses would not be able to withstand the next Japanese attack.

"Report! Telegram from Nightingale Squad!"

"Come in".

The senior executive took the envelope, checked the seal, tore open the envelope, pulled out the telegram, and examined it carefully. The more he read, the more excited he became. What a cold gun you shot! You scared this old man.

"Order, summon all military commanders above the rank of lieutenant general in Chongqing to meet at the Military Intelligence and Operations Department within the hour."

"Call the Nightingale team back, eight words: Great! Very good, keep up the good work!"

"Send a telegram to the New Fourth Division and ask Shen Honglie to send over the complete battle report, which will then be delivered to the Military Intelligence Operations Room."

"Notify all newspaper offices to work overtime to print and copy the cold gun telegram in its entirety. Do not add anything else and it must be sent out this afternoon."

After the senior leader gave the order, his eyes were a little moist. What a cold shot, what a Shen Honglie. This time he must be rewarded greatly, no matter who objects.

I have always had a heartache. Because of the transfer of the capital, the surrendered troops and civilians in Nanjing were massacred. Three hundred thousand people. This heartache has been weighing on me for a long time. Every time I think about it, I feel breathless. Now the great revenge has been avenged. Although only part of it has been avenged, I finally let out a breath of anger. Lingchi and cold guns are really daring! But why do I feel so relieved?

Both the Kuomintang-controlled areas and the occupied areas received the clear text from Leng Qiang. The Japanese 114th Division was completely destroyed, and the division commander Numata Tokushige was captured and was being tortured to death. The news was like a gust of wind, which instantly blew up a huge storm on the land of China. Countless Chinese took to the streets and celebrated wildly with firecrackers and cheers. Many storytellers in teahouses also stopped updating the original stories, and their words were all stories about Leng Qiang.

On the streets of Wuhan, countless college students and patriotic young people are giving passionate speeches:

"The Numata Division of the Japanese Army was destroyed. It was wiped out by the cold-shooting Yimeng guerrillas and Shen Honglie's New Fourth Division. Not a single one escaped. Even though the Numata Division shamelessly used civilians as human shields, it still could not escape the fate of annihilation. Fellow countrymen, cheer! Let us use warm cheers to tell the 300,000 heroic souls in heaven that their great revenge has been avenged."

In the city of Peiping, at the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, Bin Shanyuan was standing at the communications office, putting a lot of pressure on a group of liaison soldiers. After the bombers dropped their bombs, they all fell on Mount Mengshan, and nothing was found at the foot of the mountain.

Bin Shanyuan kept comforting himself, saying that the radio must be broken, that they must have moved because of the loss of two regiments, and that it was probably inconvenient to send and receive information during the transfer. However, Bin Shanyuan himself did not believe these reasons and could only pray that nothing would happen to the Numata Division. But what you fear will come true.

"Report, we have intercepted the plain text messages of the Yimeng Guerrillas of China, which were sent by sniper rifles."

Bin Shanyuan took over the translated telegram and read ten lines at a glance. It was over, the Numata Division was over. Not only the Numata Division was over, but the blame for the cold gun was also put on the Imperial Japanese Army. The key point was that there was no way to wash it away. Everyone knew the crimes of the Numata Division and the inhuman behavior of Numata Toshigetoshi. He was not surprised to use civilians as human shields.

He was in trouble. The destruction of the Numata Division was nothing. At most, it would bring a severe reprimand from the headquarters. However, using civilians as human shields would definitely cause a huge response in the international community. If Numata Norishige was executed by slow slicing, his death would be the end of everything. If things went wrong, the headquarters would make him take the blame.

Bin Shanyuan was anxious and angry, his face turned red and white, and suddenly he stretched his head forward.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell forward. Fortunately, the chief of staff next to him was quick-witted and grabbed Bin Shanyuan, otherwise he would have fallen flat on his face.

"Stretcher, call a doctor, quickly, quickly"!

There was a panic in the communications room. Bin Shanyuan was put on a stretcher and several military police guards carried him out.

In the open area of ​​Mengshan, Li Xiaodao had already cut more than 200 times, and the table was almost full of strips of minced meat. Numata Tokushige was seriously injured and had no power to resist. The smell of feces and urine wafted from his loincloth, but Li Xiaodao did not despise him and continued to wave the knife in an orderly manner.

Three of the five beauties in the bunker ran away. The Yang sisters ran first, covering their mouths, and then Li Yunyan ran away.

Liu Caiyun and Song Zihan were still watching with great interest, but both of them had pale faces and their stomachs were rumbling. Even though Li Xiaodao was being gentle, Numata Tokushige looked very scary now, with knife wounds all over his body, mixed with blood and ointment. Although a lot of flesh had been cut off, he did not look thinner, but rather much more bloated.

After finishing the cutting, Li Xiaodao pinched Numata Deshige's chin, tore off the smelly socks in Numata Deshige's mouth, took out a glass bottle and poured something into his mouth, and then blocked it again. There was some old wine in the bottle, which was soaked with old mountain ginseng. It was half an old mountain ginseng left by his master, which he had never been willing to use, but for the effect of lingchi, he still planned to give some to Numata Deshige.

Numata Tokushige's eyes were full of fear. Watching more than 200 pieces of flesh being cut off from his body was unbearable for anyone. The fact that he hadn't completely collapsed showed that this old Japanese was mentally very strong.

Shen Honglie's face turned pale as well. Fortunately he stopped listening to Leng Qiang's advice and didn't eat breakfast, otherwise he would have vomited at this moment. Looking at Chen Feng beside him, he felt a little guilty. It was so embarrassing, but he admired Chen Feng very much. Until now, this guy's face didn't show any fluctuations. He was so calm that he didn't seem to be watching a scene of lingchi, but rather like watching someone slaughtering a pig.

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, emergency order from Chongqing."

Shen Honglie took a look and was just looking for an opportunity to run when the chance came:

"Brother, Chongqing wants me to have the detailed battle process of the New Fourth Division. I'm going to the communications room first!"

Seeing Chen Feng nod, Shen Honglie hurried away. If he didn't leave, he might start vomiting.

Li Xiaodao has started cutting the meat for the second time. No matter where he starts, he will first scrape off the sticky mixture of ointment and blood, and then start cutting the meat. The ointment is the ointment, and the meat is the meat, and there cannot be any carelessness.

When it came to the three hundredth cut, Numata collapsed, but he didn't have the energy to scream. He stared at the meat on the table with lifeless eyes. Although he was still breathing, his brain was probably frozen. His body would still tremble every time he cut.

After four hundred cuts, Numata had no reaction at all. It seemed as if there was no pain at all when the knife cut his body. Li Xiaodao was still very serious. He would listen to Numata's breathing and heartbeat every time he cut. After four hundred and forty-two cuts, Numata's breathing stopped. Li Xiaodao felt a little regretful. He was just two cuts away. Four hundred and forty-four, what a perfect number!

No more cutting. Li Xiaodao was very professional. He knew how to not cut people to death during lingchi. Two more cuts would damage the reputation of the stick-sticking place. He turned around, put down the knife, knelt down, kowtowed three times to the tablet of his master, stood up and spread his hands towards the mountain, indicating that he was done.