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

Li Yunyan was a little hesitant. Chen Feng did not hide anything from her. Now she basically knew everything that happened on Mount Meng.

"Captain, do you need to order so many bullets? All the bullets in the cave are rolling out."

"Let's decide! The southern seaport may be closed at any time, and the Germans and Japanese are becoming more and more ambiguous. The money should be converted into arms as soon as possible. This is the foundation of our survival."

"Yes, I'll contact the attendant room right away."

The only attempt by the Japanese army was destroyed by the guerrillas, and then there was no movement. According to the soldiers who escaped back, they couldn't fight at all. The car exploded before they saw anyone. There was a kind of flying shell that was very scary. You could drill wherever you wanted. It was useless to hide under the car. That thing pulled white smoke and made a hissing sound when it flew up. One shell flew onto the fuel tank of the truck, and there were only a few soldiers left in the car.

The news was passed down through the layers and finally reached Bin Shanyuan, commander of the North China Expeditionary Army. The destruction of a battalion was nothing, and the enemy's strong firepower was nothing either, but the newly emerged weapons made Bin Shanyuan pay great attention to them. He was a little afraid of the unknown. Before he understood this kind of weapon, he must never cause trouble for Mengshan again. Bin Shanyuan immediately ordered the troops on the Jinpu Line to maintain the status quo and strengthen vigilance. No carelessness would be allowed. If there was a problem, the chief officer there would be executed.

Although the Battle of Wuhan was over, Bin Shanyuan's plan was not approved. According to Bin Shanyuan's proposal, two Type A divisions were directly transferred from Wuhan to encircle and kill the Yimeng guerrillas and eliminate the empire's great enemy.

The headquarters sought Anami Korechika's opinion, and his reply was quite simple. The attacking troops had suffered too much damage and needed to rest and replenish. In addition, the main forces of the Fifth and Ninth War Zones were retreating, not escaping or dying. The troops could be transferred, not to mention two divisions, even four divisions would be no problem. However, if the attack failed, someone must stand up and take responsibility.

This was a bit of a headache. The siege of Mengshan would not take ten days or half a month. Another division would be annihilated if it was besieged. Would two divisions be safe? After several days of back and forth shirking responsibility, no feasible plan was finally put forward. The headquarters finally decided to wait and see the attitude of the retreating national army and wait for the attacking troops to replenish and rest.

Seeing that the Japanese army had stopped moving, the Third Battalion and the new recruits left on Mount Meng began to become restless. Many basic training tasks had not been completed, and even the most basic raiding skills had not been practiced. Wang Hanqiang asked the captain for instructions, and at least 600 soldiers should be left on the mountain, and the rest of the troops should all go out for actual combat training.

Chen Feng had no intention of touching the Jinpu Line, which was a hornet's nest. The three battalions sent down had not really developed yet, and now was not the time to act pretentious. The team's training direction was heading east, to Linyi, Juxian, and Weifang, with the focus being the road to the Shijiu seashore. No stronghold was allowed, and no Japanese soldier was allowed to appear.

At the Nishan base, Yang Qingfeng and Political Commissar Li were having some free time and were drinking tea in a wooden house at the base. The tea was captured from the last attack on the Washizu Division and was very commemorative, so they usually were reluctant to drink it.

"Old Li! The cold gun team has come down the mountain. After three reinforced battalions came down, they started to expand their forces. This has a great impact on our recruitment."

Seeing that Political Commissar Li was drinking tea and not talking, Yang Qingfeng felt a little annoyed:

"Old Li, what do you think? If you can, just say something."

"Old Yang, Captain Yang, they have joined the three reinforced battalions because of the reputation of being cold-shooters. What can we do? We can't say that we are a regular guerrilla force and that we are more ruthless in fighting the Japanese than cold-shooters, right?"

"What should we do? We can only watch them grow and become stronger, while we can't recruit people for our team outside"?

Yang Qingfeng drank the tea in the ceramic cup in one gulp, burped, and continued:

"Haven't you heard? Young men who want to join the army are asking for information about the Yimeng Guerrillas. When they heard that we are the Lunan Detachment, they turned around and left. No matter how we persuade them, they just wouldn't listen. They said they didn't want to join a miscellaneous unit. Isn't that infuriating? Fortunately, we have files in Chongqing, but now we have become a miscellaneous unit."

Political Commissar Li felt sorry for the way Yang Qingfeng drank tea, which was like a cow chewing a peony. What a pity, but he was not angry when he heard it.

"Captain Yang, don't be angry first. I think what they said is right. Think about it, not to mention their contribution to the overall anti-Japanese situation, just compare it with the fight against the Japanese. How many did they kill? How many did we kill? If they didn't give us the opportunity, how many could we kill?"

Yang Qingfeng stopped talking. There really was no way to compare them. He wasn't really angry. He just had a lot of grievances in his heart and wanted to find someone to pour them out to.

"Old Li, there is nothing we can do but wait for them to recruit new soldiers. Can you estimate how many people they are going to recruit?"

"The three reinforced battalions were replenished before going down the mountain. One battalion now has six or seven hundred people. They have been recruiting these days, so they should have seven or eight hundred people. I heard that their company is going to develop into a battalion-level scale, and it should be soon. A battalion has a maximum of one thousand soldiers."

"This cold gun used to only carry out special operations and managed Mengshan tightly. But this time, it went the other way and unexpectedly went down the mountain. Could it be that it really wanted to fight the Japanese head-on?"

"We have to fight. Lao Yang, you are a veteran in command, it's impossible that you can't see through the situation! The Battle of Wuhan is over, and the Japanese army may arrive at any time. Let alone, if tens of thousands of devils come to surround Mengshan, how long can Leng Qiang's team last? Even if they have enough food for three years, can they really stay in the mountains for three years? With Leng Qiang's character, it is estimated that he will have to fight wits and courage with the devils in the Yimeng Mountain area."

"Old Li, do we have to adjust our strategy? Although the expansion of the Yimeng Guerrillas will not affect us except for the source of soldiers, since we can't recruit soldiers nearby, should we move farther away?"

"Old Yang, don't rush to make a decision. Report it first. There are many experts above us. Just one big boss can give us some advice. It will be enough for us to use for three years."

Unlike the Lunan Detachment, the New Fourth Division in Menglianggu had no plans to recruit people. Shen Honglie felt that more than 5,000 people were more than enough. He knew his own business. What limited the development of the New Fourth Division was not the number of people, but the strength and number of special operations teams. What the New Fourth Division urgently needed to do was the special operations of the entire army. It might not reach the level of the Yimeng guerrillas, but at least it had to develop to the point where it could launch a dimensionality reduction strike against the Japs. Yes, that was the dimensionality reduction strike that Leng Qiang mentioned. A grandfather beats his grandson, and a man beats a disobedient piglet. That's it.

The special warfare training of the New Fourth Division is in full swing. The instructors are all core officers of the division and were also members of the elite company that followed the cold gun training last year.

The New Fourth Division was practicing raids, and the new recruits of the Yimeng Guerrillas were also practicing raids. The two suddenly discovered a problem. The Japanese and puppet troops to the east, north, and south were almost wiped out. Except for the key cities, the strongholds in small counties and large towns had been cleared up, and the Japanese were slowly retreating.