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

At Nishan, the base of the Lunan Detachment, Yang Qingfeng was directing the troops to prepare for departure. There were three hundred soldiers and twenty horse-drawn carriages, but no heavy weapons. Each soldier only carried a rifle.

Political Commissar Li rushed out in a hurry, without even putting on his cotton coat:

"Lao Yang, that's so unfair! Why didn't you call me when there was a combat mission?"

"Old Li, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't want to call you. There is no combat mission, I just went to purchase some goods."

"Purchase goods? What goods? The money is all here with me and the key is still hanging on me. Did you pry the door open?"

"Free, no cost."

Political Commissar Li was even more confused:

"Lao Yang, explain yourself clearly, or I will follow you."

"Hey, Lao Li, can we talk about it when you come back? It's not convenient to talk about it now."

Political Commissar Li looked at Yang Qingfeng in confusion:

"Is it dangerous?"

"Don't worry, Political Commissar, there is no danger. You see, I don't even have heavy weapons with me. I'm really just going to get some things. Wait for me"!

After saying this, Yang Qingfeng patted Political Commissar Li on the shoulder and led the team into the night.

"I guess Old Yang is out to pick up goodies again. I wonder what kind of treasure he can pick up."

The special forces used cold weapons to eliminate the sentries and patrols on the periphery. The artillery and machine gunners began to set up their positions nervously, fearing attacks. The Japanese military camps were all set up on open ground, and the surrounding houses were all demolished. There was a trench outside the military camp, where many Japanese soldiers were stationed. However, it was late at night and most of the Japanese soldiers were sleeping in their military coats. There were many sentries and patrols on the periphery, and they would fire warning shots as soon as they saw the enemy. It would not be too late to get up and defend at that time.

While eight heavy machine guns and artillery were setting up positions, the special forces team was not idle either. Seeing that the Japanese soldiers in the trenches were snoring, the commander made a gesture and dozens of team members sneaked into the trenches.

In more than ten minutes, the artillery position was built, the scale was adjusted, and the machine gun positions on both sides were also set up, which not only avoided the soldiers' charge path, but also completely blocked the entire camp.

The time came, Chen Feng waved his hand, and forty artillerymen responsible for firing released the shells they were holding tightly in their hands, and forty shells slid into the gun barrels at the same time.

All, all, all, all!

The shells whizzed into the Japanese military camp. The camp was about 20 acres in size. There was only a row of houses in the middle and a warehouse in the corner. The rest were military tents. The shells exploded.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Forty shells exploded almost at the same time, and the Japanese were instantly awakened. They frantically looked for clothes and shoes, and wanted to rush out with guns in hand.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The second and third waves of explosions followed one after another. The smart Japanese soldiers lay down with their heads in their hands, while some were sleepy or stunned by the explosions and ran around. Eight MG34s opened fire. Eight chains of fire shot out from two directions, forming a dense fire net. The standing Japanese soldiers were hit and were shot into sieves in an instant.

The tents in the dark night were also splashed with streaks of blood. The tent area was on fire. As the explosions became more and more intense and the fire grew bigger, the Japanese were no longer allowed to lie down inside and wait for the shelling to end. In order to escape the fire, many Japanese got up and ran, but they fell down after a few steps and could never get up again.

The entire military camp was like hell on earth. Except for the Japanese officers in the middle row of houses and the larger warehouse in the corner, all the soldiers suffered fatal blows.

Two minutes later, the shelling ended, but the machine gun fire was still clearing the position back and forth. Soldiers from the two battalions attacked, two in a group, attacking in a front and back queue. The ones in front crouched and fired, while the ones behind observed. Wherever there was resistance, a grenade would fly over.

After the soldier in front finished firing a burst of bullets, the two men quickly crossed over. They didn't need to worry about the Japanese soldiers appearing in other places. Each team of two was only responsible for the area directly in front. After crossing a trench full of dead bodies, the rest was easy. The eight heavy machine guns had shifted their targets and were all aimed at the house in the middle, completely blocking the doors and windows. No Japanese soldier could survive more than three seconds after showing his head.

It was a completely unreasonable way of fighting, a completely suppressive attack, a dimensionality reduction attack, and it was just a reduction of one or two dimensions. The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive collapsed. The Japanese soldiers who dared to charge in the face of heavy machine guns were stunned by the overwhelming fire snakes. There was no pause, no stop, the fire snakes kept moving forward, sweeping away the living Japanese soldiers and the dead bodies.

In the middle row of houses, two Japanese lieutenant colonels were shouting at their neighbors to send a farewell message, but there was no movement from next door. From the outside, one could see a Japanese soldier lying on the windowsill with his upper body completely beaten to pieces.

Seeing that there was no movement next door, the two lieutenant colonels of the Japanese army suddenly jumped out of the room, wanting to send a farewell message next door in the hail of bullets. However, no matter how fast they were, they could not be faster than the speed of the bullets. Both lieutenant colonels were shot. In their dying moments, they saw a line of fire coming from afar and almost reaching their eyes.

In just five minutes, all the Japanese inside and outside the military camp were eliminated, and every remaining tent was cleared with bullets and grenades to ensure that no hidden guns would be fired.

There were only the middle row of houses and the large warehouse in the corner left. The special forces went to check the warehouse. The commandos surrounded the house and did not shout "surrender your weapons" or kill them. The captain once said that whoever captured the prisoners would have a meal with them. Grenades were thrown into the room, and ghosts howled loudly. After the grenades exploded, the commandos went into the house in groups of two to clean up, and no one was spared, whether killed or injured.

Chen Feng had already entered the warehouse. The supplies and ammunition of the two battalions, together with the heavy equipment left behind by the Gansu Heavy Division, were very abundant. Chen Feng commanded the special forces to carry the supplies in a targeted manner. He did not care about the Type 38 rifles, boxes of grenades, Type 99 light machine guns, Type 92 heavy machine guns, indirect fire cannons and artillery shells. However, he could not let go of the hundreds of explosive packs. In addition to the explosive packs, all the food and all the canned meat were moved out, and the cabbage and carrots were not left out.

Taking all the spoils, Chen Feng led the team to retreat. The special forces knew that there were still a large amount of ammunition in the warehouse, but they pretended not to know. No matter who the captain left these things to, there must be a reasonable reason. The captain has never missed it. Besides, after seeing the power of MG34 and MP38, they didn't care much about these Japanese things.

Less than ten minutes after the Yimeng guerrillas retreated, there was movement in the darkness of the distant woods. Hundreds of armed men dressed in civilian clothes came over and searched for a few minutes. They found that there was nothing left except the bodies of the Japanese. Some team members wanted to take some cotton coats with them, but found that they were full of blood holes.

"Captain, everything is gone. We can't even wear our cotton coats. What do you want us to clean?"

"There is a gun here, but it is crushed by the corpses of the Japanese."

Being used to being poor, they were extremely excited when they found the Type 38 rifle. Suddenly, a team member ran over from a distance and reported excitedly:

"Captain, there is a large warehouse in the northeast, which is full of arms."

"Let's go and have a look."

When they arrived at the warehouse, many guerrillas had already turned on their flashlights to check. The room full of ammunition made Yang Qingfeng instantly excited.

"Don't just stand there, the second company will be responsible for carrying the goods, and the third company will bury the Japanese bodies. If you can't dig a pit, blow it up."