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

It took two hours, from four to six o'clock, to clear all the spoils. Those who were cleaning up the bodies also kept up the pace and would be finished in another half an hour.

Ningbo was holding a notebook and looked very formal. Following behind him were Shen Zizhong from the New Fourth Division and Political Commissar Li from the Lunan Detachment. The two of them could ensure that the number of captured items was fair and just.

"Twelve intact cars, eighteen three-wheeled motorcycles, and thirty-five barrels of gasoline were seized."

"Eighteen intact Japanese Type 92 infantry guns and 1,250 shells were seized."

"We seized 97 intact Japanese Type indirect-fire guns and shells."

"Twenty-eight intact Type 92 heavy machine guns and fifty-six Type 99 light machine guns were seized."

"Thirteen thousand Type 38 rifles, three hundred Nambu pistols, twenty-four thousand grenades, and about three million rounds of various bullets were seized."

"We seized more than 800 mules and horses, 220 intact horse-drawn carriages, about 900,000 kilograms of grain, about 90,000 kilograms of meat, more than 300,000 boxes of canned beef, and about 300,000 kilograms of vegetables."

"Thirteen sets of medical equipment and thirty-two boxes of medicines were seized."

"It is impossible to count the other items, so they are roughly divided into three parts, which can basically ensure fairness and justice."

Chen Feng was a little shocked after hearing the report. Jiujin Songping really planned to besiege Mengshan! Listen to the supplies, enough for 20,000 people to eat for one or two months. How can this be a siege! This is simply a boy delivering wealth.

Chen Feng and Shen Honglie were fine. Yang Qingfeng's eyes lit up after hearing what he said. He looked at Chen Feng eagerly, waiting for an order. Chen Feng didn't even glance at Yang Qingfeng, but turned his head to look at Shen Honglie:

"Brother Shen, the cars and motorcycles are yours, and the horse-drawn carriages belong to Captain Yang. My place is close, so I don't need any means of transportation. You have more than ten cars, and Captain Yang has more than a hundred horse-drawn carriages, which are enough to transport the supplies back."

Yang Qingfeng was overjoyed after hearing this. He was still worrying about transportation, but Chen Feng had already arranged it. The team no longer had to go into the village to borrow carts from the locals.

Shen Honglie naturally had no objection. Who would rather drive a horse-drawn carriage than a car? Looking at Yang Qingfeng's happy expression, he felt a little contempt in his heart. He thought, what a country bumpkin, he didn't know how to be happy about having more than a hundred horse-drawn carriages.

When Ningbo brought 1,500 people to count the supplies, they had already made an equal distribution: three portions for artillery shells, three portions for supplies, and two portions for all other light and heavy machine guns, rifles, bullets, grenades, etc. It was almost dawn, and Yang Qingfeng declined Chen Feng's offer of breakfast and directly said goodbye. Although the things were distributed to him, they truly belonged to the Lunan Detachment only after they were transported to the Nishan base.

More than half an hour later, the Lunan detachment set off. Yang Qingfeng was very smart. He only used more than a hundred mules and horses for the more than a hundred carriages, and left the rest to Mengshan. He did not take the vegetables he was allocated. They were not short of vegetables, but of food, meat and ammunition.

The New Fourth Division was also ready. Twelve trucks could not carry so much supplies and ammunition. Shen Honglie asked the communicator to send a telegram, asking the transportation company to transport the heavy artillery shells and rockets from the bazooka that were transported from Shijiu to Menglianggu yesterday to Mengshan, and to bring the supplies back at the same time.

The rocket launchers are still here with the New Fourth Division. Ningbo and Shen Zizhong made a handover. Two hundred of them belonged to the New Fourth Division, and three hundred belonged to the Yimeng Guerrillas. Chen Feng emphasized the importance of this thing in advance, and the two of them made a very detailed handover.

The guerrilla members were transporting supplies, and more than 200 war horses were put to use. They had not slept all night, but they were very excited. Yesterday they were still worried that the Japanese army would run out of food and ammunition due to the long siege, but they did not expect that the captain would come back and solve the problem immediately. Not only did they wipe out all the Japanese, but they also piled up the seized supplies into a mountain.

Three hundred thousand kilograms of grain, thirty thousand kilograms of meat, one hundred thousand cans of beef, and two hundred thousand kilograms of vegetables. Without considering anything else, these things alone are enough to feed more than two thousand people on Mount Mengshan for half a year.

It's a big project just to move it.

Yang Qingfeng's two thousand soldiers were exhausted. The horse-drawn carriages were overloaded with ammunition and food alone, and the rest had to be carried by people. Except for a vanguard platoon, everyone carried the boxes, including Yang Qingfeng and Political Commissar Li. Although they had been busy all night, the team members did not feel tired at all, as if the cans and grenade boxes were of little weight. They talked and laughed as they marched towards Nishan.

"Old Yang, you're rich! This deal is a good deal. But Old Yang, I have to say a few words to you. If you don't want the cabbages, then just don't want them. But why don't you want hundreds of horses too? Let's not talk about anything else. How much can those hundreds of horses carry?"

Yang Qingfeng shook the canned food box on his shoulder:

"Old Li, you have to be content. Even though Leng Qiang doesn't care about anything, if we are too greedy, maybe he won't take us to play next time. Do you think it's really impossible to play without us tonight?"

"That's not the case. I've seen the firepower configuration of the New Fourth Division. They have no problem defending in three directions."

"That's it. The casualties were not great, and we completely wiped out an entire Japanese division. Chongqing will have to bear the pain and reward us. Maybe the director will even praise us. We can't afford to raise so many horses, but it's different for Leng Qiang. The last thing he lacks is money. We can leave it to them and we will work harder. This is called human relations. Do you understand?"

"Sure, Lao Yang, I haven't even finished my sentence yet and you've already lectured me. You're just afraid of being poor. I even feel sorry for those cabbages, let alone more than 600 horses."

"Okay, don't feel bad, take a break!"

"Correspondent"?

"arrive"!

"Order the troops to rest for half an hour and give each person two cans of food so that the soldiers can eat before leaving."

"Yes"!

Yang Qingfeng and Political Commissar Li put down the boxes, pried them open and started distributing canned food. After the people nearby had distributed their food, their boxes were empty. Each of them took two cans and sat on the empty boxes, eating and joking with each other.

"Lao Yang, this is a good idea. The comrades are full and your suitcase is empty. You can go back with ease!"

Yang Qingfeng used his bayonet to dig out a large piece of canned food, swallowed half of it in one gulp, and said vaguely:

"I never thought that one day, canned beef could be eaten as a meal. Lao Li, don't you think we are no worse off than the landlords now?"

"Old Li, do the math. Three hundred thousand kilograms of grain, three hundred thousand kilograms of meat, and one hundred thousand cans of beef, how long will it last us?"

"There are only more than 2,000 of us, and we have enough food to last for half a year. What's going on? Are you planning to recruit soldiers?"

"Bu Zhao, we will also take the elite route in the future. Aren't cold guns a special forces team? We can do that too! With so many years of guerrilla experience, I don't believe that we can't train a special forces team. Go back and train hard. Food will be provided. Half a year, I only need half a year to train them into an elite force."

"Come on, a dog's stomach can't hold vinegar or oil, I tell you! Don't think that all the grain we transport back is ours. Don't forget that we borrowed a lot of grain from the common people. Go back and pay off the debt first, and we'll make plans for the rest."

Yang Qingfeng opened another can, scratched it a few times with his bayonet, and then picked out some to eat:

"Pay back the debt first, double the amount. We have borrowed more than 30,000 kilograms in total, so we have to pay back 60,000 kilograms. Spring is coming soon, and it is the time when there is a shortage of food. We also need to help those needy families that we counted before. Let's give each family 100 kilograms!"