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

"Why am I telling you all this? Because we will have bigger changes in the future. We will no longer defend Mengshan to the death, we will no longer stay in tunnels all day long, and we will no longer sit idle because of the heavy encirclement of the Japanese army."

"What is infantry-artillery coordination? What is the firing range for covering a charge? What is a precision strike? How to eliminate or contain the Japanese troops on the opposite side at the lowest cost? How to arrange ambushes reasonably? How to prepare for the entire garrison? All of these require everyone to think hard."

Chen Feng seldom gave such long speeches, and the commander listened very carefully. Even Li Yunyan and Song Zihan, who were just there to watch, were listening with stars in their eyes.

"This time, the First Battalion and the Guard Battalion went out of the mountains and stationed in the two cities of Pingmeng. If Linchuan and Ningbo still have the previous rigid thinking and still manage the two county towns in the way of guarding Mount Mengshan, then if nothing unexpected happens, when the Japanese army invades next time, they will most likely pack up and roll back."

"So, starting from today, I ask everyone to think more. You must obey the orders from above, but you must also have your own judgment. Mengshan will continue to recruit people, and there will be teams going down the mountain in the future. I hope that during this period of time, you will carefully consider how to operate down the mountain. Brothers, you must make progress! If you don't make progress, there will naturally be people who like to make progress and surpass you. We, the Yimeng guerrillas, have always spoken with our ability."

"Okay, I won't say any more. Notify the kitchen staff to have a separate meal tonight. The First Battalion and the Guard Battalion will enter the county town tomorrow."

The two battalion commanders and six company commanders were about to go down the mountain. The remaining half of the officers naturally had to congratulate them. Those who could not go down the mountain were very envious. If they had known earlier, they should have thought about it carefully during the meeting. They were too lazy and missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Everyone talked for a while, and the battalion and company commanders of the First Battalion and the Guard Battalion went back to prepare. The team leaders had no idea what supplies and ammunition to bring and how to transport them. The battalion and company commanders discussed everything behind closed doors. However, the team leaders had a request that they should control the quantity and types themselves. In the event of a retreat, no supplies could be left to the Japanese, and they should try not to blow them up. This was a bit difficult, and the battalion and company commanders of the two battalions racked their brains.

Lin Chuan's guard battalion occupied Pingyi City. The last time the Washizu Division passed by Pingyi City, it left a squadron of Japanese troops. However, on the day the Washizu Division was destroyed, this squadron ran away early, faster than a rabbit. Like Feixian City, Mengyin City had no forces stationed there.

When the people of the two counties learned that the Yimeng guerrillas were coming to station there, they happily welcomed them with their families. Lin Chuan and Ningbo followed Leng Qiang's orders and rejected all the good intentions of the people. Except for buying some daily necessities, they tried to avoid getting close to the people in the city. If they really got along with the people, it would be convenient, but it would easily bring them a catastrophe.

Both battalions had a strength of more than 400 soldiers, and not all of them were stationed in the county town. Each battalion had two companies of troops, which advanced to the west, south, and north. Once the Japanese army attacked, these advance troops could convey the message in the first time and delay and destroy the Japanese troops.

On the third day after the Yimeng guerrillas occupied the two cities of Pingmeng, Shen Honglie's New Fourth Division sent a regiment to enter Yishui. Unlike the previous small-scale fighting to get some cement, this time it was a serious large-scale occupation and the construction of permanent fortifications began.

Another troop of the New Fourth Division also secretly stationed in the mountains of Yuandongtou Township. Although the mountains here are somewhat delicate, there are many underground canyons and caves, which are very suitable for hiding troops. This troop has only one battalion of troops, but they are all cavalry. The purpose of stationing in Yuandongtou is to connect Yishui County and Menglianggu to form a complete defensive barrier.

The Lunan Detachment also entered Fei County, but with only more than 200 troops. Yang Qingfeng's idea was to fight if they could win, and run away if they couldn't. The Lunan Detachment lacked heavy firepower, and there was nothing wrong with Yang Qingfeng's decision. In this way, if the Japanese army wanted to attack Mengshan, they had to take over these counties and strongholds step by step, otherwise they might face a sneak attack at any time.

For the first time, Mengshan had strategic depth, but Bin Shanyuan's reaction surprised Chen Feng. Chen Feng could not hide the fact that Bin Shanyuan had transferred troops from various places in North China. He originally thought that there would be actions against Mengshan, but the troops were hesitant to move forward when the Jinpu Line was interrupted. Even though the Yimeng guerrillas arrogantly occupied the two cities of Pingmeng, the Japanese army still did not move eastward.

The first thing Chen Feng thought of was conspiracy, but after deducing for a long time, he couldn't find any flaws. The Yimeng guerrillas had just settled down in various places, and this was the best time to attack. He didn't understand how the Binshan veteran devils could bear it.

Chen Feng had no idea that Bin Shanyuan didn't want to pay any attention to him at all. He had suffered so much and his base was flattened by Mengshan. It would be really crazy for him to go and do something shameful to him again.

In early May 1939, Mount Meng was full of life. Perhaps it had absorbed too many nutrients from the corpses of the Japanese invaders. The green grass at the foot of Mount Meng grew wildly and was so dense that one could roll on it without feeling any discomfort.

A group of tents were set up on the open ground where the Washizu Division was destroyed. It looked like a barracks. On the open ground next to the tents, a group of recruits were practicing bayonet fighting hard.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Following the instructor's rhythm, the recruits practiced very seriously. The shouts of the team of seven or eight hundred people were deafening. Under the shade of the trees not far away, more than a dozen large pots were lined up in a row, with hot steam rising. The aroma had already spread all over Mengshan. The smoked bacon, the Japanese canned beef, and the juicy green cabbage were so tempting that the aroma made the recruits' throats surge unconsciously.

The rice was steamed, and some dried dates were added to each pot of rice. The fragrant aroma of the dates instantly overwhelmed the strong aroma of the meat and vegetables. The recruits were not distracted by the temptation of the food, but continued to fight under the command of the instructors.

Beep, beep, beep!

The whistle for dinner sounded, but the recruits remained unmoved and continued to fight hard. The instructor found it a little funny because every time he gave the order to disband, this group of serious recruits would immediately turn into a group of refugees.

"Stand at attention and put down your gun."

Seven or eight hundred new recruits stopped, took off their bayonets and stuck them on their waists, then put their Type 38 rifles on their shoulders.

"Dismiss, let's eat."

The instructor just said dismissal.

With a hum, the open area burst into flames. The new recruits, carrying their rifles, ran madly towards the row of large pots in the kitchen. It had become a habit for them. They could eat in the morning and evening, and those who ate late would not have less. But this group just wanted to get the front row. Chen Feng watched them a few times and found it interesting, but he was too lazy to correct them. Young people are energetic only when they are lively and bustling.

The recruits at the front got two cans and lined up obediently with chopsticks in their mouths. They could go crazy before entering the kitchen, but they had to be calm when getting their meals. If anyone spilled the rice because of the fight, the young and unbelievable chief instructor would personally teach you a lesson for the whole afternoon. At first, they were a little disapproving, until they saw the chief instructor's teachings with their own eyes, and then they followed his lead.