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

Chen Feng and Shen Honglie went up the mountain to drink. They had wiped out a division, killed the division commander Gan Jian Shigetaro, and seized the division commander's command knife. They had to celebrate. Shen Honglie was in high spirits. After three glasses of wine, he handed Gan Jian Shigetaro's command knife to Chen Feng:

"Brother, take it. Don't be polite with me. Last time you said that you gave all your good things to the Germans, so give this one away too!"

"Brother Shen, we won't give it to Chongqing anymore."

"No, they need a knife, give it to the Germans! Brother, you must find a way to protect this line. The 34 and submachine gun you ordered for me are so useful."

Chen Feng put away the command knife and decided to give it to Weidel next time he made a deal. This obsessive-compulsive German major general would definitely like it.

"Report, call back from Chongqing."

"Come in and read."

Shen Honglie was also there, and Chen Feng didn't want to enjoy the joy alone. He knew it was a reward without even looking.

After Song Zihan came in, he asked Chen Feng to check the envelope, tore it open, took out the telegram and began to read it. Chen Feng found it a little funny. The Lunan Detachment contributed the most in the battle report, but received the least reward. It turned out that the reward was based on the person.

Seeing that Chen Feng was not in a good mood, Shen Honglie thought that he was not satisfied with the 100,000 yuan, so he persuaded him:

"Brother, one hundred thousand dollars is not a small amount. I heard that they are not well off over there. Some of the ragtag troops can't even get their salaries."

"Brother Shen, I don't care about this little bit of money. By the way, of the 500,000 yuan reward I received last time, I still have 200,000 yuan left to buy weapons for redemption. Just tell me what weapons you want. I can buy them from you at half price."

"That's great. I'll go back and study it. You've spoiled the brothers' tastes. In the past, when we captured a heavy machine gun, we used to celebrate with singing and dancing. But just now, when we were checking the trenches at the foot of the mountain, the brothers looked at the four or five Type 92 heavy machine guns and showed disgusted expressions. You are a bunch of bastards. You have forgotten the hard days of having a rifle and twenty bullets!"

After Yang Qingfeng led his troops to clean up the battlefield, they began to retreat. The sacrificed soldiers were carried up, the seriously wounded pretended to be sacrificed and were also carried away, the lightly wounded pretended to be seriously wounded and were supported by others to walk, and many uninjured people limped and pretended to be lightly wounded. Every few miles the team walked, there were always large and small teams left behind and then disappeared into the vast night. When they arrived at the Nishan base, only more than 2,000 people were left.

"Old Yang, this is a good trick! It not only makes Chongqing let down their guard, but also splits up the team as desired. These teams are dispersed, and within a year, ten or eight Lunan detachments will appear again. It's amazing, really amazing."

"Old Li, let's not talk about anything else for now. How was my performance at the Japanese position?"

"It's okay, the performance was good. When you turned around, many soldiers were indignant. There should be no flaws. By the way, did you see the two women behind Leng Qiang? I guess they were sent from Chongqing."

"I also felt it was suspicious. There was someone staring at me, which made me feel a little nervous."

"Lao Yang, you don't think she likes you, do you?"

"Enough! You are a college student, an educated person, what kind of mess are you thinking about?"

"Report! The statistical results are out."

"Come, Lao Li, sit for a while and listen together."

The top officers of the two Lunan detachments sat on the ground, ignoring the snow on the ground, not looking like leaders at all.

"Report to the captain and political commissar, twenty-four mortars and six hundred shells have been seized."

"Eight Type 92 heavy machine guns and thirteen light machine guns were seized."

"Two thousand three hundred Type 38 rifles and thirty-six pistols were seized."

"About 3,000 melon-shaped grenades and 165 explosive packs were seized."

"Two hundred and seventy mines seized."

"More than 60,000 bullets of various types were seized."

"We seized more than 30,000 kilograms of grain, more than 3,500 kilograms of meat, more than 2,000 boxes of canned food, 45 mules and horses, and 63 mule and horse carts."

Political Commissar Lao Li was somewhat shocked:

"Lao Yang, why are there so many?"

"You forgot that we were fighting against the Japanese Army's supply corps and engineering corps. All the good stuff was with them. If it weren't for the cold guns from the opposite side, I would really be afraid that they would snatch our spoils."

"By the way, Xiao Wang, have all the troops that are leaving been assigned?"

"Everything was distributed, and each unit was given three times the amount of weapons and ammunition, and food and canned meat were distributed according to the number of people."

"That's good, this way they can settle down quickly."

Before his death, Shigetaro Kan'e sent a farewell telegram to the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters. The content of the telegram was very simple: do not attack Mengshan, it is better to besiege it, otherwise no matter how many troops there are, they cannot withstand the losses.

Bin Shanyuan was woken up in his sleep and almost vomited blood after reading the telegram. A few days ago, he vowed that he could take Mengshan, but Mengshan was not taken. Instead, a farewell telegram was sent. Bin Shanyuan was helpless. Wuhan, Guangzhou, and Shanxi all achieved excellent results, but this small Mengshan was too hateful. In addition to the three battalions left behind in the three cities of Pingyi, another division was destroyed. Are the imperial soldiers really vulnerable to cold guns?

Of the four new Type A divisions and six Type B divisions, except for the 33rd Division, all the others fought well. Even the divisions defending the Jinpu Line defended the Jinpu Line tightly. Only the 33rd Division, which was originally the greatest hope, has now become the greatest disappointment.

"I ordered the Mengyin City garrison brigade to abandon the defense of Mengyin and retreat to Pingyi City overnight to unite with the Pingyi City garrison brigade to make preparations for defense and defend Pingyi City at all costs."

"The telegram ordered the garrison brigade in Yishui City to abandon Yishui City and retreat to the front line of Zhucheng overnight to arrange defenses and be careful of the invading enemy."

After giving the order, Bin Shanyuan sighed. If he had known this would happen, he would have let the 33rd Division just defend and not attack. With the strength of one division, as long as they could defend the three county towns, they would be able to completely limit the development of the Yimeng Guerrillas and the New Fourth Division.

Forget it, no more headaches, let's wait until the Battle of Wuhan and the Battle of Guangzhou are over! By then, we will have brigades and divisions, and even if we can't attack, we can completely trap Mengshan.

Even though the 33rd Division was destroyed and the Lunan Detachment was disbanded, except for the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters which was in great sorrow, other units were very satisfied with the result, especially Chongqing. Although Leng Qiang had not yet declared his surrender, the top leaders had already regarded him as a trusted general. Not only was he tough in fighting the Japanese, but he was also very capable in handling the situation there, which was exactly what they wanted.

Although Director Zhou understood the twists and turns, he still had to have the right attitude. He applied to meet with the top leaders and argued his case. Why did the Yimeng guerrillas and the New Fourth Division have 100,000 oceans, while the Lunan Detachment, which contributed the most, charged first, and suffered the most casualties, only had 50,000 oceans? This was unfair and they must be treated fairly, otherwise he had to invent a coded message to denounce the darkness.

Although the top brass was furious, they really couldn't do anything about this man. After some helpless arguing, they reluctantly gave him 50,000 French francs, which brought the matter to an end.