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

As soon as each battle was over, Yang Qingfeng would immediately arrange to send a telegram to northern Shaanxi. It was two o'clock in the morning, and the lights were still on in a cave. Several big guys were cracking peanuts to share the joy of victory. A bottle of Lao Baigan was half finished, and this was still for drinking. There were only a few peanuts left, and two plates had long been empty. The stir-fried cabbage and canned food added to celebrate the victory were finished at nine o'clock last night. One of them still had a piece of pickled vegetable in his hand. He took a sip of wine and bit some of the pickled vegetable, enjoying it with relish.

The guards outside the cave were a little anxious. It was very late! The big guys inside had no intention of going to bed. It was just a victory. Did they have to celebrate until dawn? They didn't know that the Lunan Detachment had gone to Laomao Mountain again. The reason why the big guys waited until late at night was to wait for news from Laomao Mountain. A messenger came over and the guards checked his identity and let him go.

"Report, urgent telegram from the Lunan Detachment."

"Come in"!

The communicator handed over the telegram, and the middle-aged man sitting outside took it and read it quickly. Several people around him looked a little anxious.

"Boss, just think about it, think about it."

The middle-aged man at the door slammed the telegram on the table.

"Alas, my eyes are blurry, just look for yourself! We won, we won anyway, good boy, another division was lost, Xiao Yang also got a huge benefit. If the road was not too far, I would like to ask Xiao Yang to send the spoils to the headquarters. They have a detachment of 2,000 people, and the current supplies, equipment and ammunition are enough to equip a division!"

"Develop! Keep developing! We have guns, we have people, and we have good relations with friendly forces. If we don't develop at this time, we will be sorry for Comrade Xiaoqiang's hard work."

"Call Yang Qingfeng back and tell him to continue developing covertly and maintain good relations with the Yimeng guerrillas. There should be no serious conflicts and don't create a rift with the New Fourth Division. The things we care about are what they don't value. Develop the masses. The mountainous area in Shandong Province is so large that it will be easy to move tens of thousands of soldiers, let alone a few thousand."

"Yes"!

The communicator saluted and left. The door curtain fluttered and the cool night breeze rushed in. Several bigwigs had finished reading the telegram. The cool breeze made them even more sleepy. The middle-aged man inside picked up the wine bottle and shared it among the people. He also added half a bowl for himself. There was no more wine left in the bottle.

"Comrades, we have to celebrate! The Japanese army has lost another division. Although it is a Type B division, it is a fully staffed division of 18,000 people. Come on, drink this bowl of rice and go back to sleep! It doesn't matter if you can't sleep, think about how to develop in Shandong Province."

A few big guys clinked their wine bowls, drank them all in one gulp, stuffed the only remaining pickles into their mouths, put down the wine bowls, and the few peanuts on the table were gone in an instant. The middle-aged people inside looked at them with amusement. It seemed that everyone was in a very happy mood!

At the foot of Laomao Mountain, the distribution of supplies was completed. The New Fourth Division called for trucks, and all the supplies were loaded onto dozens of trucks. The artillery shells above 75mm allocated by the Yimeng guerrillas were also loaded onto the trucks, together with the artillery shells seized on Xiong'er Mountain yesterday afternoon. The four regiments that went down the mountain had no need for them, and they were to be transported to Mengshan. The transport soldiers of the New Fourth Division enthusiastically helped to carry and seal the trucks, which made Yang Qingfeng a little jealous.

They avoided the material storage points when they were bombarded, and also hid in those areas when they were machine gun fired. There was definitely some loss, but it was no more than one half. Yang Qingfeng was a little troubled. Although the loss of the 1,200 troops was not great, it was impossible to move them all back at once without mobilizing the masses. This was the first time that Yang Qingfeng was worried about the large amount of spoils.

"Captain Ning, the soldiers have been tired after traveling a long distance. How about this? We have more than 300 boxes of canned food. I will give two boxes to each of you. After you finish eating, you can return to the base. I will treat you. How about that?"

"That's great, brothers, are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry."

"The front of my heart is pressed against my back."

"Okay, Captain Yang will treat everyone to canned beef. Each unit will count the number of people and each person will receive two boxes. Please come to Captain Yang to collect them. Don't falsify the number of people!"

The New Fourth Division did not move. They also received canned food. Besides, they were not familiar with the Lunan Detachment and should not have much dealings with them.

There were more than 3,000 soldiers from the four regiments of the Yimeng guerrillas who came to participate in the battle. With two boxes per person, that meant nearly 7,000 boxes. With fifty boxes in a box, more than a hundred boxes were quickly gone.

Yang Qingfeng didn't feel too distressed, and even felt a lot more relaxed. Old Yang was very capable, and more than a hundred boxes of canned food were nothing. It was a favor for them not to participate in the distribution. He took the lion's share, which somewhat showed that it was indifferent. However, he would have been reluctant to do so a year ago, and he didn't do that then.

At daybreak, all the troops evacuated. After distributing supplies, it took a lot of time to clean up the bodies. However, there was no time or energy to dig pits. Bombers might come at daybreak and throw all the bodies into the deep trench nearby. Dozens of explosive packs were buried next to the trench. After the team withdrew, the team member in charge of the blasting lit the fuse and ran away.

After a few loud noises, a deep ditch several dozen meters deep was almost filled up, and there was an additional fertile field running from north to south. Planting crops there would surely be a good harvest.

At dawn, Laomao Mountain was peaceful again. If it weren't for the burn marks and the shell holes everywhere, it wouldn't look like a big battle. Some villagers were brave enough to watch from a distance. The Japanese were gone, everything was gone, only some burnt tatters were left. Were the Japanese eliminated? Ran away? There were so many Japanese that you couldn't see the end of them! Did they run away or were they killed?

A few young men could not sit still and went to check it out despite their families’ disapproval. They found that they had made a fortune! There was scattered food all over the ground, and hundreds of dead mules and horses. If you looked closely, you could see shell fragments everywhere. They had made a fortune!

A few young men hurriedly called their friends to clean up the battlefield. It didn't matter if there was mud and sand in the food, it was all white rice. They could eat it after the wives washed it. The bodies of mules and horses were good things, so they took a chopping knife and dissected them on the spot. The people were simple and honest, and there was no occupation or looting. There were only a few hundred households in the village, and one horse was shared by three or four households, which was enough to eat for many days.

Two hours later, there were not many traces left. The unburned tents were dragged back home by farmers to build haystacks, and the shrapnel was also scraped away. I don't know if it can be used to make farm tools. If it can, it will surely be more useful than pig iron.

At around seven in the morning, major cities began the noisy day, and the voice of newsboys was particularly attractive.

"Breaking News! Breaking News! The 5th Division and the 32nd Division of the Japanese Army attacked Mengshan together, but were annihilated by the Yimeng Guerrillas just halfway through the journey. Both divisions were completely wiped out, Sakagami Seishirō was burned to charcoal, and the commander of the 32nd Division was beaten into a sieve."

"Extra number! Extra number!~".

There has been no news of victory for a long time. Ever since the National Army withdrew from the three towns of Wuhan, the news has been about the Japanese army occupying various places. When the Chinese heard that two Japanese divisions were gone, they were instantly excited again. Newsboys were surrounded and they didn't even bother to give change. Pedestrians snatched the newspapers, threw down the money and started reading. Those who didn't grab the newspapers or couldn't read waited with smug faces for the gentleman holding the newspaper to speak.

The gentleman was naturally very excited and happy to share the joy of victory. He read aloud to the crowd, and the streets were filled with his upbeat and vigorous voice.