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

At Mengshan, more than 2,000 people worked together and did not finish until noon. When Shen Honglie sent the motor soldiers to transport the heavy artillery shells and rockets, they were also delivered. Shen Honglie was very good at dealing with people. All the rockets consumed last night were counted on him, in addition to 1,000 heavy artillery shells and 10,000 rockets, not a single one was missing. He also brought 100,000 oceans.

"Brother Shen, what do you mean?"

"Brother, don't get excited! You gave me the rocket launcher as a token of your friendship to your big brother and the New Fourth Division. I, Shen Honglie, am not short of money, and I also have my dignity. How could I really take your things for free? Take them with confidence. Didn't you see the look in Captain Yang's eyes this morning? It was as if he wanted to eat you up. He was also greedy"!

"By the way, brother, have you asked them to keep it a secret? They promote things very quickly, don't let them spread the word all the time."

"Don't worry! I have secretly told Captain Yang that how much they can keep the secret depends on their self-awareness. But I estimate that when Washizu Sohei sent the farewell message last night, he must have reported it. We should all be cautious, but there is no need to be overly cautious. Just tell the Japanese that the new weapons are left with us, come and get them if you have the guts!"

"Okay, I feel relieved after hearing what you said. I will go back with the car soon. Do you have anything else to tell me about the rocket launcher?"

"It can be used, and being exposed is not a big problem, but it cannot be seized. If it is seized and studied by the Japanese, not only will our tunnels be in trouble, but more importantly, it will have a great impact on the National Army."

"Okay, I understand. I'll emphasize this again when I go back. As long as the person is there, the rocket launcher is there too."

Shen Honglie followed the last transport convoy and could not even stay for lunch. There was too much spoils of spoil, so he had to go back and make arrangements personally.

The lunch on Mount Meng was very sumptuous. The soldiers were all carrying the food, so there were not many dishes. One dish was beef stewed with 80% beef and radish, and the other was pork and cabbage with 90% pork. The largest meeting room was in a cave. All the battalion commanders and company commanders were present, including Liu Caiyun and her friends. Nearly twenty people were holding bowls and eating meat. Spring was coming soon, and the captured meat had to be processed early, with some eaten and some salted.

Chen Feng felt a little numb when he saw everyone's gazes. It was fine that a few girls looked at him with admiration, but what kind of eyes were those of a few rough guys from Ningbo? They wouldn't look at beautiful women like that, right?

"You battalion commanders, please retract your gaze. It's okay to admire you, but don't mix it with other things. It's disgusting."

There was a burst of laughter in the cave. Several company commanders who ate fast choked and started coughing violently.

The guard battalion commander Lin Chuan was aloof and usually wouldn't talk unless there was a fight with the Japanese. The first battalion commander Ningbo was the most active. Upon hearing this, he said awkwardly:

"Captain, it's just admiration, total admiration, nothing else. Captain, don't eat yet, this meal won't matter. Tell us the story of the sniper attack. We've been waiting for so long, and we're itching to get started."

"Don't be anxious. I have to tell you. I have traveled thousands of miles and achieved such great results. Even if you don't want to listen, I have to tell you again. Not only that, you also have to spread the word. Let me make it clear in advance, you can't just listen for nothing. Whoever listens has to write a review, no less than 500 words, do you understand?"

With Chen Feng's return, everyone felt relieved. The usually serious Wang Hanqiang also started joking:

"Captain, I noticed that you liked to show off after going out. No need to say, write. Others write 500 words, and I will write 1,000 words. But can you take us with you next time you do something like this? They don't know that our three battalion commanders have been standing on the hillside looking south all day since you left. We are almost like husband-waiting stones."

"Okay, I'll personally check the Third Battalion Commander's experience. Yunyan, serve me another bowl of cabbage. I went out for a walk, and I still feel that the cabbage at home tastes better."

Liu Kuang got to know everyone. Holding his bowl, he felt the atmosphere on the mountain. It was different. This place was different from all other places. Although the atmosphere was relaxed, everyone's eyes were shining when they looked at the captain. Liu Kuang understood that this group of people were not simple. Some of them might be old members of the Lone Wolf Commando. They regarded the captain as their god. Such team cohesion was not something that ordinary people could achieve.

Li Yunyan had already eaten her fill and was staring at Chen Feng with her chin in her hand. Her face turned slightly red when she heard what he said. She took the bowl and filled it with pork and cabbage.

"Captain, eat quickly. I'll make you a pot of tea first. After you finish eating, please talk quickly."

After everyone finished eating, Chen Feng drank tea and began to tell the story, from leaving Mount Meng to meeting the Sichuan Army's support team at Fairy Lake. He analyzed every detail as a classic raid case.

In Chongqing, the attendant's room received a telegram from the Nightingale Squad early in the morning. They sent back a cold shot and solved the problem of the besieged Washizu Division. They wiped out the whole group. Listen, this is called fighting. Usually, there is a general who has eliminated a thousand or eighty devils. During the meeting, his voice can reach the rooftop, and he is greedy for supplements and rewards. Let's compare. Although it is unrealistic, we should still compare!

The top leaders had a headache. With such a record, they didn't need to say anything and just arranged the rewards. But how much was the right reward? A hundred thousand was the starting point, and two hundred thousand was not much. The key was that there were three of them! Especially since there was also a Lunan detachment inside, the top leaders felt a little uncomfortable, but they didn't blame Leng Qiang in their hearts. Facing a Type A division with more than 20,000 troops, it was not excessive to pull the nearby civilians to participate in the battle.

Director Zhou was well-informed and was waiting outside at nine in the morning. He was going to personally review the rewards! The senior management knew that if there was any injustice, this man who was not afraid of heaven or earth would definitely come in to ask for an explanation. It was frustrating! Even if they won the battle, they still felt frustrated.

Finally, the top leaders made a decision to include the sniper killings of Yan Junroku and Okamura Yasuji in the count. No one could say anything. The Yimeng Guerrillas were rewarded with 200,000 oceans, and the New Fourth Division and Lunan Detachment were rewarded with 100,000 oceans each.

Since receiving the farewell message from Washizu Shouhei, Bin Shanyuan has locked himself in the command room and has not eaten or drunk for nearly ten hours.

He really couldn't understand how the Washijin Division could be so helpless with only the thousand-plus troops on Mount Meng, plus the New Fourth Division, which only had five or six thousand troops. Even with the Lunan Detachment, there were only seven or eight thousand people. It was different from the past, when the previous mountain-attack teams had lost a large number of soldiers during the attack. This time, the Washijin Division didn't suffer any losses in the previous attack!

Although the Washizu Division did not bring heavy artillery, it had a lot of infantry artillery and indirect fire artillery. I also knew Washizu Masahiro, and the defense of the position must be airtight. This is scary. How did the cold gun rely on to surround them? Was it really artillery coverage as mentioned in the Washizu Division's farewell telegram?

"Your Excellency General!"

Someone knocked on the door. Bin Shanyuan didn't want to open it. The tone of the person outside didn't sound like good news. He raised his head and looked at the door with difficulty:

"speak"!

"Your Excellency General, as of now, we still have not contacted the Washizu Division. The Special High Police has sent a message that the Kuomintang-controlled areas are vigorously promoting the victory. The newspapers have already printed an extra edition with the headline "Cold Gun Returns to the Mountain, and By the Way, the 21st Division is Annihilated." More than 20,000 people of the Washizu Division were completely wiped out."