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

At eight o'clock in the morning, Chen Feng led the team to bid farewell to their comrades. In the attack on Qingdao, the troops lost 192 people. Three seriously injured soldiers died on the way back yesterday, and eight more died last night. 203 bodies were placed on the eastern hillside, and the soldiers of the independent regiment were digging pits.

The snow had stopped, but was not as heavy as expected. The clouds were still pressing down on Mount Mengshan. Chen Feng checked the bodies of the soldiers one by one, as if he wanted to remember every face. There were very familiar faces, who were the first batch of veterans who joined the guerrillas last year, and there were also unfamiliar faces, who were all new recruits from the various troops that had gone down the mountain.

Liu Caiyun had no time to go down the mountain as there were too many seriously injured soldiers and she was still busy in the field hospital. Li Yunyan brought a few girls from the mountain to burn paper money for the soldiers. The blue smoke rose and swirled under the low winter clouds, reluctant to leave for a long time.

"Captain, the pit has been dug, but the temperature is still dropping. I'm worried~".

Chen Feng understood what Lu Feihu meant. If he didn't take action, the dug soil might freeze.

"Bury him!"

203 bodies were put into the pit and the soldiers began to bury them without leaving any grave mounds. This has always been the rule of the guerrillas. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance that the Japanese could attack Mengshan, they must not be given the opportunity to commit brutal acts.

The pit has been buried and the ground has been leveled. Next spring, the mountain will surely be full of flowers.

"Raise your gun!"

All the soldiers held 98k rifles and pointed them towards the sky.

"Fire a gun to see you off!"

boom! Bang bang bang!

After firing a shot, the soldiers pulled the bolt and continued to point the muzzle of the gun to the sky.

"Fire a gun!"

Bang bang bang!

"Fire a gun!"

Bang bang bang!

The sound of gunfire pierced the clouds, lingering among the mountains and hills.

Chen Feng asked Lu Feihu to disband the team, and he helped Yan Jiaming climb the mountain.

"Old Yan, has the soldiers' information been registered?"

"Don't worry, captain. The statistics have been completed. Except for a very small number of people who have no home or job, their home addresses and family information have all been reported."

"It's snowing. While there are fewer wars in winter, we should send the pensions to their families first. Also, notify all departments that they can give a few days of leave to soldiers who are close to home. Although the military pay is not much, it has been saved up for several months. Don't underestimate these ten or eight dollars. It can help many families get through the cold winter."

"I understand. I will communicate with the leaders of each group when I return."

"Also, sort out the resettlement allowances for the new recruits again to make sure nothing is missed."

"Yes".

Chen Feng turned around and looked at Lu Feihu who was following him.

"Flying Tiger".

"team leader".

"After breakfast, take the soldiers to find a place to hide the equipment. Now is not the time to open the factory. Let Liu Kuang find someone to help seal the equipment and do a good job of maintenance. These are important equipment related to our future development and we cannot be careless."

"understand".

Chen Feng looked towards the east sky, which seemed to be dispersing. He hadn't seen the sun yet, but the clouds were already clear. It wouldn't be long before the weather cleared up after the snow. It was the end of November 1939. Two years had to pass. He had to hold on for another two years. When the US and Japan went to war and the Japanese attacked Southeast Asia, his path would be wide open.

Leng Qiang's deeds have been fermented in major foreign media. The war is about to sweep across Asia, Africa and Europe, and heroes who defend their country will always arouse admiration. I don't know what connections Jonina used, but the Associated Press reported on China Leng Qiang's deeds of resisting Japan and defending the country for three consecutive days.

All major media followed suit and reposted the story. Some TV stations also reported on it. The trend spread from the United States across the Atlantic Ocean to Europe. The war situation in Europe was tense at the time, and Leng Qiang became a hero overnight. Although his record was too exaggerated, everyone understood it after inquiring. It was a completely realistic report. After all, Leng Qiang had sent many plain text messages before, and the affairs of the Kwantung Army's Water Supply Department had long been a hot topic. There were also two thousand-mile sniper kills, which completely fit the interpretation of heroes by various nationalities.

For the first time, old empires such as Britain and France put aside their prejudices against Asia and rarely boasted about their cold shots. As the opposing party, Germany, which was also an ally of Japan, actually also set off a wave of cold shot exaggeration.

The Japanese became villains. They were villains from the beginning, but due to lack of information, most people did not understand. Once the wind of cold shooting started, the Japanese became the scum that everyone wanted to kill. Bacteria research, live dissection, and the affairs of the Harbin Water Supply Department were once again dug up. The Nanjing Massacre, poison gas bombs, bacterial bombs, burning, killing, looting and other atrocities were all exposed.

How could there be such a nation, how could there be such beasts? Many old empires also stood on the moral high ground and began to denounce the Japanese for their shamelessness. Although it had no practical effect, it obviously stripped the skin of the Japanese for their cries for Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. Invasion is aggression, and no matter how nice the slogan sounds, it cannot change the nature of aggression.

Jonina's brother took the initiative to contact the Yimeng guerrillas and proposed to visit Mengshan before Christmas. Chen Feng was naturally very welcome. His own plan required the support of the Americans to a large extent and could not be implemented now. However, the expeditionary force's entry into Burma was a good opportunity and needed to be planned in advance.

Lu Feihu led the independent regiment to be busy for two days. All the small equipment was moved up the mountain, and the large equipment was hidden in caves dug at the foot of the mountain. They chose relatively remote locations and then sealed the cave entrances after hiding them.

After the first snow, cabbage and radish began to grow on the mountain. Yan Jiaming was very busy. He had just dealt with the issues of pensions and resettlement fees when people shouted that it was time to harvest cabbage. Yan Jiaming took the transport team to go around the villages and towns, buying all the cabbage and radishes at the same price. He also explained the policy to every household, saying that they would not harvest in the same way next year. Each household had a quota and they would not accept any extra. Otherwise, nothing would be done on Mount Meng and everyone would be too busy to make sauerkraut.

On December 12, the Jinpu Line was completed. The Japanese mixed brigade and independent detachment celebrated wildly, distributed food and money to dismiss the laborers who protected them, and then all moved into bunkers spaced one kilometer apart. At ten o'clock in the evening, the railway was opened, with armored vehicles leading the way and a material transport vehicle following behind. Starting from Taishan Station, it drove proudly through the middle section of the Jinpu Line and finally stopped at Xuzhou City.

At the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, Bin Shanyuan had mixed feelings when he heard the news that the Jinpu Line was connected. Although the guards were tight and there were no more defecting Imperial Army troops, Bin Shanyuan did not feel at ease. Whether to fight or not depended on Leng Qiang's mood. If he really did fight, he would always find a way to destroy the bunker defense system. Don't destroy it again! In the middle of winter, wouldn't it be nice to stay in Mengshan Mountain and cook a fat chicken and drink a little wine?

Bin Shanyuan had no confidence in the current military strength, thinking that more than 10,000 troops were not enough to protect the safety of the middle section of the Jinpu Line. He compressed the troops from various defense zones in the North China region, and assembled 8,000 troops from all over to form an independent mixed brigade to defend the Jinpu Line together with the previous two teams. The three teams had three sections of defense, and the responsibilities were divided into different parts. If there was a problem in any place, the commander there would be executed.