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

Chen Feng never dreamed that as soon as the Yimeng Guerrillas released the recruitment information, four or five hundred people came the next day, and then there was an endless stream of applicants every day. In three days, more than eight hundred people had come.

The number of personnel was still increasing. Chen Feng established a new recruit regiment and served as the chief instructor. He selected fifty elite special warfare soldiers from the second and third battalions to serve as instructors and began a vigorous training.

The time for the three meals a day is also the busiest time for the recruits. These recruits have never seen such a scene before. Pork, beef, mutton, Japanese canned beef, and most of the meat dishes are meat. They are free to eat and there is enough for them. Each person is given twenty dollars and a military salary every month. They are not here to be soldiers, they are here to be masters. No wonder they killed so many Japanese and ate so well!

The recruits got a box of meat and vegetables and a full box of rice, then squatted on the grass and started eating. After finishing the meat and vegetables, they could get some soup. There was plenty of rice, and no one would complain if they ate a whole pot. Today they had bacon and canned beef with Chinese cabbage. The Chinese cabbage was collected from farmers in the surrounding area, and it was not yet the peak season, so they could only put a small amount to satisfy their hunger. They had been eating meat for several days in a row, and they were reluctant to eat the juicy green cabbage. They kept it for the last meal to relieve their greasy feeling. The recruits never thought that one day Chinese cabbage would become a rare thing.

The meals for instructors and recruits are the same. Not only instructors, but all members of the Yimeng Guerrillas have the same meals, except for the captain of course. That picky man always brings a few beauties to do something special, and no one is jealous, and no one thinks it's wrong. In everyone's eyes, the captain is like a god, and everything he does is reasonable.

They eat meat and rice with big mouthfuls. Most of these recruits are from rural areas. The chief instructor said that 20% will be eliminated after a month. In order to avoid being eliminated, every recruit is extremely serious and trains very hard. During the lean season, they live on coarse grains and wild vegetables at home. With such food, as well as resettlement fees and large dollar subsidies, every recruit cherishes this hard-won opportunity very much.

After lunch, everyone had to wash their own lunch boxes. Instructors and general officers were no exception. They had to wash them clean because who knows who would use them next time. The cooks in the kitchen would keep an eye on where the lunch boxes were put back. If they didn't meet the standards, they would have them washed again. No one wanted to lose face, so they all washed their lunch boxes clean by the stream.

There was still an hour before the afternoon training. Some of the recruits went into the tent to lie down and rest, while most of the recruits lay directly on the grass, enjoying the warm afternoon sun.

I heard from the instructor that we will practice gun holding and aiming in the afternoon and will start live-fire training tomorrow. I’m so excited just thinking about it!

Bin Shanyuan seems to have forgotten that there is Shandong in North China, there is Mengshan in Shandong, and there is a damn guerrilla force in Mengshan. I won't look for you, and you don't come to trouble me. Let's talk about everything after the Battle of Wuhan. This is Bin Shanyuan's most basic demand. Fighting and killing affects the mood too much, especially the kind that only loses and never wins, especially the kind that sends large numbers of people to fight.

Like Mengshan, the dispatched 1st Battalion and the Guard Battalion also began to expand. It was easier for them to recruit soldiers, and it was easier to obtain soldiers than Mengshan. They were organized into companies and platoons, and were stationed, on guard, and recruited and trained. In the words of the captain, in the face of the Japanese army's regiment-level presence, they had to have the strength to encircle them.

Those with shooting and combat experience were kept, and those without any combat experience were sent to Mengshan for two dollars. Taking advantage of the Japanese army's inability to take care of them, the team began to expand rapidly. The Yimeng guerrillas had the most money and guns. In this era, with these two things, it was basically a matter of words to get as many people as they wanted. However, the Yimeng guerrillas had very strict recruitment and assessment procedures. Those without a foundation would not be accepted. Every time they recruited people, they would inquire about their information. Those with a bad reputation would not be accepted. They would rather have nothing than have someone of poor quality. They would take the elite route. This was the consistent tradition of the Yimeng guerrillas.

A team was suddenly stationed in Lincheng, Shanting District, and Menglianggu in the past two days. The strange thing is that the team did not station on the top of the mountain, but set up a military camp at the foot of the mountain. After several large and small battles, they wiped out all the Japanese and puppet troops in several nearby towns. Wherever they went, no one was left alive. What was rare was that the Japanese did not send troops to retaliate frantically, but directly abandoned the surrounding areas and retreated to Shanting District to engage in a defensive retreat.

Many people began to talk about it. Some said it was the guerrillas from northern Shaanxi, some said it was the remnants of the National Army, and some said it was ruthless people from Mount Meng. They did not contact the surrounding people. Some dared to go to Menglianggu to test the waters. Without exception, they were captured alive. The soldiers were very scared and gave them a serious warning, stating that they would be shot on the spot if it happened again.

Ordinary people did not dare to go there, and some idlers did not dare to set foot there either. Although they were very fierce, they would occasionally go to Beizhuang Market to buy some meat and groceries. They were very arrogant and never bargained when buying things. Pork was bought in batches and sheep were taken away whole. Occasionally, there were people selling cattle, and they would accept everyone. It was not known how many people were in this group, but the gunfire never stopped. Their traces were also seen on several nearby hilltops, especially the places that were previously occupied by bandits, which gradually became places that ordinary people could not set foot in.

Behind Gaoshan, at Chen Weiping's home, five people from three families were surrounding a young man and asking him questions. The young man was Li Ergou, the company commander of the third company of the first battalion. He had lived behind Gaoshan with Chen Feng for a period of time and was very familiar with the elders of the three families. This time he came to visit as a returnee from the Beizhuang caravan. He came on horseback in broad daylight with gifts. The young men from several families had gone to the south to do business. It was said that they were doing well, but they had no time to come back for the time being, so they could only ask Li Ergou to come and deliver the news of their safety.

Li Ergou ate the fried pancakes made by old man Chen Weiping, with stir-fried cabbage with bacon, and drank the egg soup made by the old man. The familiar taste and warm feeling made Li Ergou feel just like he was back home.

Liu Minggui looked a little older than last year, mainly because he was worried about his daughter. Although Mengshan would report safety every three months, he could not help but worry because he could not see the real person. Liu Minggui was reluctant to open the package that her daughter asked Li Ergou to bring back.

"Ergouwa, what official position do you think Caiyun holds?"

Li Ergou drank a mouthful of egg soup, swallowed a mouthful of fried dough cake, and explained seriously:

"Uncle, Sister Caiyun is now the commander of the medical company. She is in charge of all the medical staff, more than a hundred of them."

"Then do they still fight?"

When Li Ergou came back, he naturally received special instructions from Liu Caiyun, and knew how to reassure the old man:

"Uncle, if there is no war, doctors won't have any fights. Their job is to rescue the wounded, and in fact there are not many wounded."

Heiwa's mother beside him asked anxiously:

"Isn't Heiwa also a company commander? If he doesn't have the ability to treat illnesses, does he have to lead soldiers to fight in wars? Has he ever been injured?"

"No, as a company commander I just need to give orders in the cave. I can't even see the shadow of the Japanese."