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

As soon as the Japanese gave up resistance, Yang Qingfeng handed over the command to the political commissar, and he took two guards to the middle. More than ten minutes later, he met Chen Feng and Shen Honglie.

"Captain Cold Gun, Commander Shen."

Chen Feng and Yang Qingfeng shook hands.

"Captain Yang, you have worked hard, and thank you for the help from the Lunan Detachment. You fought very well just now. Now we have a chance to wipe out the Washizu Division."

Seeing Yang Qingfeng's anxious face, Chen Feng was a little puzzled:

"Captain Yang, can we talk about cleaning up the battlefield later? Let's deal with these devils first! We can't let them leave before daybreak, because they won't know the road then."

Yang Qingfeng was somewhat amused. Did our Lunan detachment really want to sit down and divide the spoils? Although the spoils must be divided, why did they say it so bluntly? And the devils didn't recognize the road at dawn. When a person dies, he is just a handful of soil. What road do they need to recognize?

"Captain Leng Qiang, the order we received is to fully cooperate with the actions of the Yimeng Guerrillas. Originally, I have no control over this matter, and it shouldn't be my responsibility. But now there are still more than a thousand remnants of the Japanese army wailing in the trenches. What should we do with them? We are not going to kill them all, are we?"

"Captain Yang, I know what you want to say. Now I tell you responsibly that they are doomed to die. No one can say anything, not even their emperor can help. A person must have a beginning and an end. A division must set out on the journey together intact."

"Captain Leng Qiang, they have given up resistance. Do we really want to attack them?"

Shen Honglie standing next to him had a look of disdain on his face, calling him a sissy. When had the Yimeng guerrillas ever captured any prisoners? They didn't skin them alive because they hadn't done any evil.

"Captain Yang, have they laid down their weapons? Have they raised their hands in surrender? No! Don't get excited. Even if they did, those who deserve to die will still die. Don't sympathize with them. If you sympathize with them, I will look down on you. Do you know what my goal in life is?"

The sudden change of topic caught Yang Qingfeng off guard. Shen Honglie also became interested in this topic. Yang Qingfeng gave up. He could not save the prisoners. He had wanted to bring some back to the base for reformation as much as he could, but now it seemed there was no chance. He gave up saving them. Yang Qingfeng felt relieved. It was not that he did not try hard, but that his strength did not allow it.

"Captain Leng Qiang, what is your life goal? I feel like your life goal has something to do with the Japanese!"

"My goal in life is to make Japanese men become fewer and fewer, until they all disappear."

Yang Qingfeng and Shen Honglie originally thought that Chen Feng was still joking, but seeing that he spoke more and more solemnly, his expression became more and more serious, his face looked so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out, they realized that this was not a joke, and they were shocked. They both understood Chen Feng's hatred for the Japanese, which could be fully seen from the Lone Wolf Commando and the Yimeng Guerrillas. Now, after listening to Chen Feng's words, they both felt a sense of pressure for some reason.

Yang Qingfeng did not mention not killing the prisoners, and made a final request to Chen Feng:

"Captain Leng Qiang, our ammunition is almost used up. Please take care of us when distributing the captured goods. I'll go back first. I won't obey your orders anymore. My current task is to hold the western position and not let a single Japanese soldier go. I'll leave the rest to you two."

After saying this, Yang Qingfeng turned and left. He didn't want to kill the Japanese who didn't resist, but he also didn't want to stop others from killing them. Leng Qiang's attitude made him realize something instantly. Those Japanese beasts deserved to repent in hell.

Chen Feng had no intention of sacrificing more troops to attack the trenches occupied by the Japanese army, so let the rocket launcher exert its power!

"Order all rocket soldiers to detour from both sides and fire at the Japanese trenches to clear them out."

"Yes"!

Washizu Shouhei sat in the trench powerlessly, and the officers beside him all looked dejected. At this time, they should have committed seppuku! The soldiers lying on the trench suddenly opened fire. The bang bang of the Type 38 rifle was a little sparse. Did the guerrillas attack? They really had no intention of taking prisoners. Several officers stood up despite their fatigue. The imperial soldiers could not die in such a cowardly way! If they died, they had to bite off a piece of meat from the other side and carry it with them.

Suddenly, several officers noticed a white light flying in the distance, dragging a long tail, flying up and down the trenches.

boom! Boom boom!

The rockets exploded. The rocket soldiers were firing from the high ground on both sides. The arrows went straight into the trenches. Several officers showed deep surprise on their faces. Is this the thing? It made the seven or eight thousand remaining soldiers unable to organize even the most basic defense. Hundreds of white lights flew into the trenches, bursts of fire rose, and explosions continued in the trenches. Everyone was stunned. Although they had seen this thing hitting the obstacles of the devils before, it was not so shocking. Now seeing the fire rising almost at the same time in the long trenches, the gorgeous colors fascinated everyone.

The officers and soldiers of the New Fourth Division saw it, the officers and soldiers of the Lunan Detachment saw it, and the members of the Yimeng guerrillas who came down the mountain also saw it. Everyone understood that the last hiding place of the Japanese remnants was a tough nut to crack. Even with artillery bombardment and submachine gun attacks, there would still be some losses. Looking at the results now, it feels unreal, the scene is too shocking, and that's it!

The guerrillas discovered Chen Feng and rushed over here frantically. They had been worried these days as the captain was not on the mountain and they felt like something was missing. Wang Hanqiang was the first to arrive. He gave Chen Feng a big hug, and then suddenly several people came up and lifted Chen Feng up, throwing him into the air again and again.

"Fuck, put me down."

Chen Feng cursed, "What about this bunch of rough guys? How can I still save my dignity in the face of so many friendly troops?"

After being put down by them, Chen Feng had completely lost his image and looked filthy:

"Stop making trouble and clean up the trenches. Ningbo, notify Captain Yang of the Lunan Detachment to come and divide the spoils."

"No need to notify, I'm here. Even the division of the spoils has to wait for notification. Then will there be meat to eat?"

"Come here, Captain Yang, come here, Brother Shen come here too, let's discuss how to distribute the spoils! Although a lot of equipment and ammunition of a Type A division were destroyed in the explosion, it is enough for us to have a good meal."

Shen Honglie laughed:

"You decide how to divide us, brothers. I absolutely support you. To be honest, I am somewhat disappointed with the junk the Japanese soldiers have."

Yang Qingfeng also spoke:

"Captain Lengqiang, give the order! Our Lunan detachment will absolutely obey."

"Okay, then let's do this. Each family will send 500 people to sort out the spoils and classify all the supplies and ammunition. The supplies and artillery shells will be divided into three parts, one for each family. The other ammunition will be divided into two parts, which will be divided equally between the two families. We still have some savings on the mountain, and the amount of ammunition used this time is not large, so I will compensate you for your losses first!"

"That won't work. How about we just take all three points? We'll be very satisfied if we can get one third."

"Captain Yang, don't be so humble. Just do as I say. Weapons and ammunition should be used to their proper role instead of being piled up in the cave to rust. If you two agree, then go ahead and bring people in! I'll let Ningbo be responsible for the statistics."