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

On this unnamed high ground, two companies of the Lunan Detachment with 220 people, plus two machine gun squads of the Guard Regiment, a total of 240 people were distributed on this small hill, trying to block all Japanese troops beyond the 2,000-meter ambush line. There could be one or two thousand Japanese soldiers, or five or six thousand, or at most eight or nine thousand.

Seishirō Sakagami's change in marching strategy also changed the size of the rear tail. In order to quickly pass through the mountainous area, the four columns became eight columns, and more than half of the 9,000 Japanese soldiers at the rear tail were reinforced forward. This also reduced the pressure on the blocking troops on the nameless high ground. The hill was too small, and it was a bit crowded to deploy two companies of troops on it.

The person in charge of commanding the defense battle of Wuming Hill was Political Commissar Li of the Lunan Detachment. He applied for it himself and signed a military order, and the man was in the position.

They were just reinforcements, but they rushed to the most difficult position. Lin Chuan expressed his admiration. Originally, this position should be defended by his men, but Political Commissar Li and Yang Qingfeng believed that it was more important to rely on heavy firepower to make the Japanese troops on the road collapse as soon as possible.

As soon as the Japanese army's baggage transport troops in the front reached the 200-meter line, Political Commissar Li issued an attack order.

"beat"

Da da da da da da da!

The sound of gunfire was an order. All the light and heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time, and the soldiers of the two companies also aimed and fired with their rifles.

Twenty chains of fire rushed towards the Japanese troops who were charging in groups. The Japanese soldiers in the front fell down in large numbers. The anti-aircraft machine guns and heavy machine guns had too much damage to the group charge.

The deaths of the Japanese soldiers in front did not stop the Japanese soldiers behind them. They still rushed forward with rifles with bayonets.

The two regiment commanders understood, and all the charging Japanese soldiers understood as well, that as long as they rushed up this small hill, they would be able to advance northward along the high ground. At that time, the guns and artillery on the Chinese positions would not dare to attack the highway wantonly.

Political Commissar Liu had used up all the bullets in his pistol, threw it aside, took over the Czech light machine gun from the dead soldier and started shooting. The two company commanders also took the lead, each operating a Type 92 heavy machine gun, sweeping back and forth to eliminate the Japanese in front.

No matter how fiercely the Japs charged, even if they rushed to eighty meters and started throwing grenades, and exploded a wall of smoke at a distance of thirty or forty meters, there was no change or fluctuation on the face of the guard regiment soldiers operating the anti-aircraft machine guns. They looked at the charging Japs calmly, as if the anti-aircraft machine guns were not firing bullets, as if the Japanese troops on the opposite side who were shot into sieves had nothing to do with them. Even if their line of sight was blocked, they would lower the muzzle and continue shooting based on their previous impression.

Other machine guns were fine, but the anti-aircraft machine guns had such strong penetrating power that one bullet could often penetrate two or three gourds, and the bullet would roll after entering the flesh, causing greater damage to the Japanese troops behind them.

A machine gunner was suddenly shot in the arm, and a stream of blood spurted out, splashing on the face of the assistant gunner on the left. The shot machine gunner immediately rolled to the right, and the assistant gunner moved over at the same time. As if they had cooperated with each other countless times before, the sound of machine guns almost never stopped, and the bullets fired did not deviate from the target. The assistant gunner on the left who was aiming with a 98k immediately moved into the assistant gunner's position and began to load ammunition nervously.

The Japanese army's charge was getting more and more fierce. The engineering corps came up and squeezed the baggage soldiers of the transport team in front to continue moving forward. The barrels of their guns were red from being shot and were on the verge of being scrapped. The two anti-aircraft machine gun squads took turns replacing the barrels one after another, and the sound of "da da da" continued.

On the other side of the road, the battle was nearing its end. The Japanese army had no intention of resisting and began to flee on all fronts after suffering heavy casualties.

Yang Qingfeng requested the entire army to attack, but Lin Chuan did not want to rush forward like this. The captain had said many times that if a machine gun could be used, a bayonet should not be used. Yang Qingfeng's idea was just the opposite. If a bayonet could be used, bullets could be saved.

"Captain Lin, let me lead the team to charge down! The Japanese army is about to collapse, and their formation is very sparse. It would be a waste to use machine guns to fire at them."

"Captain Yang, control the damage, do you understand?"

Yang Qingfeng was a little angry. The war couldn't be fought like this! Soldiers would become lazy if they were too lazy.

"Captain Lin, listen to me, let's charge, and give us more of the spoils. If we charge at this time, the remaining Japanese will be scared out of their wits and flee faster. Besides, Political Commissar Li may not be able to hold on."

Seeing that Yang Qingfeng was very persistent, Lin Chuan realized that if he didn't let him charge, he would offend others.

"Go ahead! Be safe."

Yang Qingfeng was greatly encouraged:

"Bugler, blow the charge!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

A familiar voice, an uplifting tone.

Nearly two thousand members of the Lunan Detachment jumped out of their positions, drew their swords or held their bayonets and rushed towards the road, their shouts of killing resounding through the sky.

As soon as the charge sounded, all the heavy firepower at the southernmost end immediately moved their positions and set up machine guns on top of the nameless hill as quickly as possible.

Seven or eight anti-aircraft machine guns, and seven or eight Type 92 heavy machine guns, with just the right shooting distance and range.

Da da da da da da!

Phew! Phew! Phew!

The mixed team of Japanese baggage soldiers and engineers was about to rush up to the unnamed hill. They only needed to advance a few dozen meters to throw grenades into the trenches and then rush in to fight with bayonets. The sound of machine guns from above made them feel desperate.

The bullets pounded into the flesh, and the Japanese soldiers who were charging in groups fell down one after another.

This was not the end. After the artillery fired two rounds of bombardment, they cleared the target under the command of the artillery observer. The southernmost artillery position ignored the direction of the road and reset the shooting mark towards the hillside of the unnamed high ground.

The twelve mortars fired a test shell, and after confirmation by the artillery observer, they fired twenty shells at high speed. The twelve mortars cleared the twenty-four boxes of shells in one minute.

Anti-aircraft machine guns and heavy machine guns were powerful enough to deal damage to a mass charge, but they were less effective than an artillery explosion. More than 4,000 Japanese troops lost one-third of their strength in a mass charge, and were about to charge forward when an artillery shell hit. A violent explosion left the Japanese in tears.

Twelve mortars, 240 shells, penetrated the enemy's cluster within a minute, and the shouts of the charge instantly changed from thunder and fury to drizzle. The hillside was filled with wailing, and perhaps not many enemy soldiers were killed, but the number of casualties and deaths definitely exceeded the loss just now.

The remaining Japanese soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. The enemy had blown the charge horn and they were already chasing them on the road. Should they charge? What was the point of charging?

The remaining Japanese soldiers retreated in a hurry, abandoning the seriously wounded. No one cared about the lightly wounded. At this time, they only regretted that their parents on the island had not given them two more legs.

The Japanese began to retreat, and the machine guns of the Lunan Detachment stopped firing, saving bullets as usual. However, the heavy machine guns of the Guards Regiment did not tolerate the same problem. About ten anti-aircraft machine guns continued to fire, specifically hitting the Japanese. The remaining less than a thousand Japanese suffered heavy casualties.

Political Commissar Li was somewhat bewildered. With sufficient firepower, could the battle still be fought like this? Seeing that the Japs were about to get out of the firing range of the anti-aircraft machine guns, and there were still a lot of baggage on the road behind, Political Commissar Li could no longer sit still.

"Bugler, blow the charge!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

The soldiers of the two companies had just suffered dozens of casualties, and more than a hundred soldiers drew their swords and rushed forward.

The machine gunners of the Yimeng guerrillas were a little shocked. What a bunch of lunatics! More than a hundred people were going to kill hundreds of Japanese soldiers. The anti-aircraft machine guns immediately raised their muzzles to avoid accidentally injuring the members of the Lunan Detachment who were charging.