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

There were only Japanese troops left in the trenches. Six groups of infantry and rocket soldiers began to move forward. Machine guns were still providing cover. The infantry and rocket soldiers entered the front 38 meters of the trench. The infantry used MP and rifles instead of machine guns to suppress the trenches. The rocket soldiers stood up and fired rockets at the risk of their lives. At a distance of meters, they could hit wherever they wanted. The rockets accurately hit the trenches or hit the trenches. Shrapnel flew everywhere, and countless hiding devils were harvested. The Japanese wanted to raise their heads to fight back, but found that they would be beaten to pieces as soon as they showed their heads.

The submachine guns kept suppressing the trenches. After each rocket soldier fired ten rockets, they continued to advance. The Lunan Detachment coming down from the mountains to the north was stunned. They had never seen such a war, such a waste. Did bullets really cost nothing? The Japanese didn't show up, so couldn't your submachine guns take a rest?

Before reaching the barbed wire, the rifles stopped firing, but the submachine guns were still firing. This point was very important. If the Japanese soldiers in the trenches threw grenades out, it would cause a large number of casualties to the advancing soldiers. The soldiers with rifles began to prepare after entering forty meters, and as soon as they reached thirty meters, the grenade was thrown out and aimed at the trench across the barbed wire.

boom! Boom boom boom!

There were explosions in the trench.

Grenades continued to be thrown. Each infantryman carried six grenades. Six troops with more than 4,000 infantrymen threw more than 20,000 grenades into the trenches within two minutes. The trenches were almost blown flat. Yang Qingfeng's heart was bleeding. The Lunan Detachment threw two or three thousand grenades! It was so painful. The three regiments that came down the mountain together began to throw grenades. They were embarrassed not to throw. They couldn't be too obvious, otherwise they would have no say in the distribution of the captured spoils.

The Japanese army's outer trenches experienced a quadruple attack from artillery bombardment, explosions from rockets fired by rocket soldiers, suppression from machine guns and submachine guns, and grenade throwing. There was completely no movement in the trenches. The barbed wire was destroyed, and the troops stood on the trenches, looking down at the corpses lying all over the place and continued to fire. They were afraid that some Japanese soldiers pretending to be dead would detonate grenades and cause losses to the attacking forces, so they fired another half a magazine of bullets from the submachine guns.

They continued to move forward across the trenches, and all that was left were the wounded soldiers wailing everywhere. There was no hesitation at all. The guerrillas never took prisoners of war, not even the good ones, let alone the wounded soldiers who would have to be treated with great effort. Even if the wounded soldiers raised a white cloth to show their surrender, no one dared to let them go. A platoon leader once questioned this, and the captain found someone to lecture him for a whole day, and he cried all day.

The infantrymen of the Lunan Detachment stopped shooting. They all had Type 38 rifles in their hands, and it made no difference whether they shot or not. However, they could not bring themselves to shoot the wounded soldiers who were preparing to surrender. They could not bring themselves to do it, and they absolutely did not dare to stop the infantrymen around them who were holding submachine guns. Bullets poured into the ranks of wounded soldiers, and the living, half-dead, and dead did not have the strength to howl.

The infantrymen of the Lunan Detachment were surprised to find that the expressions of the soldiers from the Third Regiment who fired the shots did not change at all. There was no reluctance or cruelty. Their eyes were very calm, as if they were not shooting living people but a group of animals. No, they would not be so calm even if they were shooting animals.

The field hospital was still busy. Liu Caiyun led a company of medical teams to participate in the campaign, but did not join the battle. As soon as the shelling began, field tents were set up on the east and west sides and a field hospital was urgently built.

Moving forward from the machine gun position, the wounded were continuously sent to the field hospital. Liu Caiyun was the chief surgeon in the west, and the young doctor and the Yang sisters were the chief surgeons in the east. The platoon leaders of the three medical companies were about to graduate. They had been learning from the company commander for almost a year and could already perform surgery. The lightly wounded were treated by medical soldiers, and the seriously wounded were given emergency treatment by doctors. No distinction was made between the origins of the wounded, no matter if they were from the Yimeng guerrillas, the New Fourth Division, or the Lunan Detachment. They would be treated as soon as they arrived, regardless of whether they were from the Yimeng guerrillas, the New Fourth Division, or the Lunan Detachment.

The battle was over. The soldiers of the Lunan Detachment used their last bit of energy to search the entire barracks for possible hiding Japanese soldiers. After more than ten minutes, the gunfire completely stopped, and Laomao Mountain returned to peace.

Ningbo ordered the troops to clean up the battlefield, sort out all the spoils, and ask the captain how to distribute them.

At 34: in the morning, a telegram was sent to Mengshan. Chen Feng was still waiting for news in the conference room cave. The newly formed medical battalion had also gone down the mountain. The backbones on the mountain were only Chen Feng and Li Yunyan's communications team. Of course, Liu Kuang's R&D team was not counted. No matter how fiercely the troops fought, they never paid attention to it. They devoted themselves to repairing weapons, especially the MG machine gun and the Shenlong rocket launcher. They have been working on tackling difficult problems recently.

"Report, an urgent telegram from Ningbo."

"read"!

The message was very simple, and Li Yunyan's voice was full of excitement:

"The coalition forces successfully annihilated the 32nd Division. The losses are controllable. We are cleaning up the battlefield and requesting guidance on the distribution plan."

"Call Ningbo back and ask their four regiments to only participate in the distribution of artillery shells. The mortar shells and infantry artillery shells will be divided equally among the six forces. The mountain artillery and field artillery shells will be divided equally between the Yimeng guerrillas and the New Fourth Division. As for the heavy artillery shells, forget it, there shouldn't be any heavy artillery shells. The rest of the captured shells will be divided equally between the Lunan Detachment and the New Fourth Division. That's it!"

"Yes, Captain, do you want to send a telegram to Chongqing? They are also worried about the siege by two divisions."

"Send the message! Just say that most of the Fifth Division has been annihilated. More than 2,000 remnants of the Fifth Division have retreated to Lincheng. The entire 23rd Division has been wiped out, and they are cleaning up the battlefield."

"Yunyan, is there anything else?"

"Captain, how should we express our military achievements? Do we need to report the distribution plan of the captured materials? I am worried..."

"Report! Most of the supplies and ammunition of the two divisions were damaged in the shelling, and not much was captured. The Yimeng Guerrillas and the New Fourth Division took the lion's share, and some scraps were thrown to the Lunan Detachment. That's it!"

"Yes"!

At three o'clock in the morning, the spoils of the 32nd Division came out. Before the spoils came out, Yang Qingfeng was full of excitement. But after the spoils came out, Yang Qingfeng felt embarrassed. He had taken the lion's share in Xiong'er Mountain! The spoils there were enough for thousands of people to fight ten battles. Now he was still shamelessly waiting for distribution. His face was a little hot!

"Everyone, the allocation plan has come out. Let me tell you about it. If you have any different opinions, please raise them and we will discuss it again."

Shen Zizhong didn't care too much. Menglianggu had everything. It had MG34 anti-aircraft machine guns and Shenlong rocket launchers, as well as the MP38 submachine guns and 98k that were almost becoming popular. Shen Zizhong looked down on these Japanese gadgets.

"Everyone has consumed a lot of light artillery shells tonight. The artillery shells of 75 caliber and below will be divided equally among our six troops. The 75 caliber artillery shells will be evenly distributed between Mengshan and Menglianggu. All other supplies and ammunition will be evenly distributed between the New Fourth Division and the Lunan Detachment."

"Captain Shen, Captain Yang, how is it? Is there anything wrong?"

Yang Qingfeng shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no, but we got too much. How about dividing the remaining spoils into six parts, except for the shells?"

Shen Zizhong also shook his head:

"You are the main force, and we feel a little sorry that you only took some shells!"