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

Bin Shanyuan finally didn't wait for the telegram from the Washizu Division. His last fantasy was shattered. He mustered up the courage to order a telegram to be sent to the headquarters. After sending the telegram, Bin Shanyuan slumped in his chair, his mind full of recalls and handling decisions. How many times had he led his team to station at Mengshan since the cold gun? How many times had the land under Mengshan been stained with the blood of the imperial warriors? It must be so rich!

He had achieved impressive results in Shanxi, Hebei, Henan, and the Mongolian grasslands. Any signs of resistance would be cleared up at the first opportunity, and all the major cities were safe. As the dragnet operation unfolded, the Chinese army's space for activities became smaller and smaller, and they were forced to move into the deep mountains and forests, posing no major threat to the rule of the Japanese Empire. Only Shandong became a chronic disease for the North China Expeditionary Army, and a pain that Bin Shanyuan could not escape.

No matter how he was dealt with, Bin Shanyuan felt somewhat relaxed after sending the telegram. He slumped in the chair for a while and ordered his men to bring him food and drinks. He hoped that a little drunkenness would ease his sorrow!

Compared to Terauchi Juichi, En Shunroku and Okamura Neiji, he could at least drink some wine and eat by himself. Thinking of those three poor guys, Bin Shanyuan's mood suddenly improved and he couldn't wait for the wine to arrive.

They drank until dark. Everyone was drunk even though the wine didn't make them drunk. Bin Shanyuan tapped the table with his fan and asked his men to bring another pot of hot tea. The tea was last year's Longjing tea from before the rain, which was given by the chairman of the China Maintenance Association in Beiping City. It was extremely precious. Bin Shanyuan usually couldn't bear to drink it, but now he didn't know what would happen next, so he decided to enjoy it first!

After drinking a pot of tea, Bin Shanyuan felt much better. The Chinese really knew how to enjoy life. Just this pot of tea could attract so many aristocrats of the Japanese Empire.

"General, we have received a call from the headquarters."

"Come in".

"The person in charge of the communications room pushed the door open with a telegram in his hand and stood at attention. He was a lieutenant with a happy look on his face."

Bin Shanyuan noticed the lieutenant's expression and his heart moved. Maybe there was some turning point? He reached out and took the telegram, and read it quickly.

The Imperial Headquarters severely reprimanded the command of the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, believing that the destruction of the Washizu Division was entirely the result of the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters's vanity. Just because the empire's archenemy was not in Mengshan, they wanted to launch a sneak attack. Now they have failed to gain anything and have lost the rice. They are unworthy of the trust of His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial Headquarters.

The telegram was full of anger for a long time, but finally let it go. The meaning of the telegram was that the current strategy was to maintain peace in North China, and the focus was on attacking the Wuhan area, the center of China, and the important areas in the south. The manpower was tight and supplies were scarce. Don't get entangled with the cold guns anymore, just guard the Jinpu Line, and deal with the rest after you have time.

After reading the telegram, Bin Shanyuan waved his hand expressionlessly. The lieutenant communications officer saluted and left, closing the door behind him.

Bin Shanyuan's face changed at this moment. He was not happy that he was safe. The first thing he thought of was that the headquarters had actually been cowardly. Facing the empire's great enemy, facing the cold gun that had just sniped and killed Yan Junroku, turned Okamura Yasuji into a vegetable, and annihilated an A-type division, they surprisingly admitted defeat. Bin Shanyuan felt a little amused and helpless. Did a group of ruthless people and lunatics really admit defeat?

After calm thinking, Bin Shanyuan decided to continue to mobilize heavy troops to guard the Jinpu Line. This was the lifeline for plundering China's resources and the supply line for the Wuhan offensive. The weapons and ammunition produced by the Shenyang Arsenal carried too much hope, and there must be no more problems. Shanxi? Hebei? Henan? Bin Shanyuan decided to mobilize at least one-fifth of the troops to participate in the defense of the Jinpu Line.

The rocket launchers on Mount Mengshan were making a hissing sound. The rocket soldiers were all elites selected from the company or battalion headquarters, or the elites among the elites in the special forces. They not only had to learn how to fire, but also had to have the ability to protect the rocket launchers. At critical moments, they even had to have the ability to die together with the rocket launchers.

Ordinary team members are extremely envious of the rocket soldiers' training. They used to think that MG34 is something men play with, but now their interests have shifted and they all think that rocket soldiers are the kings of the army.

The front legs are bent, the hind legs are pushed, the aim is taken and the fire is fired. The hissing sound of the rocket emitting white smoke and the violent explosion when hitting the target are fascinating to watch. It is like a heroic figure who can stand alone against ten thousand enemies. Many soldiers even look forward to the attack of Japanese armored vehicles and tanks so that they can feel the power of the rocket launcher. Many guerrillas have been slaughtered by Japanese tanks and armored vehicles, and many have seen the tragic scene of tanks crushing living people. Their hatred for these two types of tanks even exceeds that for poison gas bombs.

Those who were selected as rocket soldiers were naturally extremely proud, and those who were not selected were not discouraged. The battalion commander and company commander both said that there would be many opportunities in the future, so they should practice hard, and as long as their skills improved, they would have opportunities sooner or later.

Everyone on the mountain was very busy, but Chen Feng had a lot of free time. He would just wander around after waking up every day. The company commanders of each battalion knew that their captain worked very hard, so they would handle small matters themselves and wait for big matters to be solved together.

On the evening of April 4, Chen Feng convened the first meeting to discuss the development direction of the Yimeng Guerrillas. Four battalion commanders, plus Liu Caiyun's thirteen company commanders, Li Yunyan and Song Zihan from the communications group were also present. Since they had accepted the communications group, most things did not need to be concealed.

"The Battle of Wuhan is about to end, and sieges like the one facing the Washizu Division will soon come. Let's think about how we should deal with future difficulties. Although they cannot rush up, our Yimeng guerrillas are a team fighting the Japanese and a banner of the anti-Japanese war behind enemy lines. If we are really trapped and killed, it will seriously affect the enthusiasm of the people in the occupied areas and the Kuomintang-controlled areas to fight the war. We must treat it with caution."

All the commanders of the troops fell silent. Yes! Although the Washizu Division was annihilated, the Japanese troops stationed in China were numerous. After the Battle of Wuhan, how many troops could the Japanese army withdraw? 100,000? 200,000? If they sent a small number of them to Mengshan, they would be able to completely trap Mengshan. However, since the captain had proposed it, he must have thought of a countermeasure. If he didn't want to use his brain, he could just wait for the order.

Chen Feng was speechless. These people were used to relying on him, which was not a good thing. Once the troops were divided, the commander must have the ability to make decisions.

"Think about it for a while. I'll ask a question later. Those who haven't come up with a solution, go out and do a hundred frog jumps."

Seeing the captain was angry, a group of officers dared not slack off and racked their brains to think of a solution. However, such a problem was a bit difficult for Heiwa Li Ergou. Seven or eight company commanders began to scratch their heads, thinking about how to do frog jumps later. It was a bit embarrassing! They were all company commanders.

Five minutes later, Chen Feng examined each person one by one. He was no longer panicked when he thought of his idea, regardless of whether it was useful or not. He did not dare to look up when he thought of his idea. The captain's eyes were so scary. At this moment, he just wanted to go out and do frog jumps. Not to mention 100, 200 would be no problem.