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

Chen Feng arranged for people to deal with Numata Tokushige's body and minced meat, and then went to the communication room. Li Yunyan hid in the communication room, feeling a little embarrassed to face Chen Feng. She applied to watch the lingchi, but ended up running away because she couldn't stand it. She was no better than little sister Zi Han.

Chen Feng didn't notice the change in Li Yunyan's expression. He sat down and started sending plain text messages again.

The lingchi is over, 442 cuts, the professional level needs to be improved. Bin Shanyuan, if you don't agree, come and fight again. No matter who it is, if he uses dirty means to deal with Mengshan again, I will continue to treat him with lingchi.

——A cold shot.

Shen Honglie replied to Chongqing's telegram and left. Chen Feng was listening to the statistician's seized statistics:

"Two intact 75mm mountain guns, six infantry guns, and zero shells."

"35 intact mortars, 226 shells"

"Eighteen intact Type 92 heavy machine guns, thirty-three Type 99 light machine guns, and approximately 120,000 machine gun bullets."

"3,500 intact Type 38 rifles and more than 200,000 rifle bullets."

"Two thousand eight hundred melon-shaped grenades."

"Sixty-seven pistols in Nanbu and more than 1,500 pistol bullets."

"One thousand two hundred gas masks".

"Generals have two swords, and lieutenants have seven swords."

"More than 32,000 dollars, 534 large yellow croakers and 876 small yellow croakers."

"There were about 120,000 kilograms of grain, mostly rice, about 14,000 boxes of canned beef, more than 3,000 kilograms of various meats, more than 8,000 kilograms of vegetables, 88 mules and horses, and more than 200 mules and horses that were killed in the explosion, which were also slaughtered and transported to the mountain."

Chen Feng nodded and motioned the statistician to leave. He sat down at the stone table under the waterfall, feeling a little heavy-hearted. In the past, no matter whether he had destroyed a battalion or a regiment brigade, he could at least seize a lot of dollars and gold bars. These should have been looted by the Numata Division in Nanjing. More than that, they must have handed over most of it. However, this money was used to kill the devils, and he believed it would comfort the 300,000 heroic souls in heaven.

Another thing is gas masks. Which troops need gas masks? Only troops that frequently use poison gas bombs will equip their charging soldiers with gas masks.

Judging from the food and munitions, Numata Tokushige planned to destroy himself and the New Fourth Division in four or five days. It was a pity that the mountain artillery and shells were all blown up, and only a small part of the infantry artillery and shells were left.

The harvest of machine guns and bullets was good, so it was just right to replenish them, especially the heavy machine guns. Although this thing is unparalleled in killing the Japanese, the number of bullets consumed in each battle is astronomical.

Thousands of rifles are not needed, and Shen Honglie probably won't need them either, otherwise he would have asked for them long ago. Give them to the Lunan Detachment? Not so good. There are nails on the mountain, and we can't leave any excuses now. It's difficult!

In Chongqing, the military operations room was filled with many generals. No longer as serious as before, they gathered in groups of three or five to discuss the demise of the 114th Division, and their words showed great admiration for Leng Qiang.

Some people even envied Shen Honglie. Being able to kill the devils with Leng Qiang's troops was something that many generals dreamed of. Those who were interested had already figured it out. Since Leng Qiang entered Mengshan and founded the Yimeng Guerrillas, he had combined with Shen Honglie's New Fourth Division to destroy no less than 35,000 Japanese troops, more than a Type A division. How many people did they have? Only a few hundred troops, including Shen Honglie's New Fourth Division, which was only half a division's strength.

The top brass arrived and started showing off their acting skills as soon as they entered the room. First, they expressed their deep condolences for the 300,000 dead souls in Nanjing, and secondly, they expressed their hatred for the beastly behavior of the Numata Division. Then came the climax. Although everyone knew that the Numata Division was destroyed by the Yimeng Guerrillas and the New Fourth Division, the top brass still announced it again. The people below also gave them face and burst into thunderous applause. This kind of scene is unique in the military intelligence operations room.

After a series of impassioned speeches, the discussion on rewards for the two departments began. Opinions varied. Some suggested heavy rewards, while others said that they would continue to make contributions in the future and rewards should be given gradually.

Finally, the top leaders personally determined the reward method. There was no way to get promoted. Shen Honglie had already been promoted to lieutenant general, and the rank of general could not be considered temporarily. Although the Yimeng guerrillas accepted the communication team sent, they did not belong to the sequence of the National Army. Even if they wanted to give him a theater commander, they might not accept it. Only big dollars could warm people's hearts. Considering that there might be such battle records in the future, it would be difficult to deal with if too much money was given. Finally, it was decided that each family would be given 300,000 big dollars, and the special operations regiment of the Fifth War Zone would be responsible for the transportation. No notification would be made before the transportation to Mengshan to prevent the Japanese army from getting the news and strictly blockading it.

Ever since the Numata Division was annihilated, the Mengshan Mountain has been filled with the aroma of meat. The 234 mules and horses killed in the explosion cannot be wasted. Although the Yimeng guerrillas are not short of money and can buy enough meat nearby, and although the meat of mules, camels and horses is not as good as that of cattle, sheep and pigs, Chen Feng still ordered the troops to digest the meat as soon as possible.

However, it was obvious that 70,000 to 80,000 kilograms of mule and horse meat was not something that two thousand people could quickly consume. Fortunately, the weather was cold and the meat would not spoil immediately. They kept the fresh meat for three days, and the rest were all salted and dried in the cave.

They were not allowed to eat food for three days. Each person was given one pound of meat for one meal, and at most some cabbage leaves in the big pot. Many officers and soldiers complained bitterly. They had just watched the Lingchi drama! Recently, they had no interest in meat at all. The meat that they had been eager to eat in the past had now become a terrible thing.

However, this was the captain's order, and no one dared to get angry. They could only deal with the big piece of meat helplessly. In the past, when the kitchen team served rice, if there was a piece of meat missing, they would say something. But now, they hope that the cooks will serve more vegetables and soup, and less big pieces of meat.

The five girls behaved in completely different ways. The Yang sisters were born into a poor farming family and they loved meat very much. They thought that horse meat was not tasty and that was the fault of rich people. A cow died in the village and its stomach was bloated like a balloon all night. After slaughtering the cow, they shared some of the meat and cooked and ate it with relish. Although there were some side effects of lingchi, there was no waste. After eating a pound of mule and horse meat for a meal, the two girls turned into Shandong men. All they lacked was a bowl of mashed garlic and a bowl of liquor.

Liu Caiyun had experienced countless blood and fire, and countless Japanese soldiers had died at her hands, but she was still sickened by the torture of lingchi. She felt a little nauseous at the sight of meat, but as the eldest sister, she still forced herself to eat every bite.

It was not known whether Song Zihan was heartless or scheming. She had no reaction at all after the lingchi drama, nor did she dislike the horse meat and mule meat. She got some chili powder from the cook, stirred it into the broth, and ate it with relish.

Li Yunyan was miserable. Whenever she saw meat, she would think of the strips of meat on the table where Master Li Xiaodao's tablet was placed. Every time she ate mule and horse meat, she would vomit all over. Within a day, her face turned pale, her steps became weak, and she became very haggard.

Liu Caiyun knew about her relationship with Xiaofeng. Although she had some hostility in her heart, she was kind-hearted and could not bear to see her suffer. From a doctor's point of view, she determined that Li Yunyan was ill and was not suitable for big fish and meat. She could only eat light food. Li Yunyan became the only person on Mount Meng who could drink porridge. While drinking porridge and eating pickles, she was naturally very grateful to Liu Caiyun. Chen Feng could see any movement on Mount Meng, but he did not reveal it because he did not want to make this strong girl uncomfortable.

On the fourth day, they finally didn't have to eat meat. The aroma of rice and the freshness of pickles made the two thousand officers and soldiers feel that hard times were better.