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

At nine o'clock in the evening, countless flares were raised along the entire eastern section of the Longhai Line, from five kilometers east of Xuzhou to ten kilometers west of Haizhou. The attack began, and the sound of gunfire, rockets, and mortar shells instantly detonated the railway line.

To the east of Xinyi County, two kilometers away from the county seat, a three-story blockhouse stands to the north of the railway line. The previous strongholds were blown up when the railway line was attacked last year. It was cold and cement could not be used, so the blockhouse was built with blue bricks and white lime. They wanted to wait until it got warmer like spring to add another layer of cement inside and outside.

Below the artillery tower was the Japanese military camp. At exactly nine o'clock, the Japanese were still drinking and eating meat in the camp. Signal flares were launched into the air, and more than ten rockets emitting white smoke flew towards the artillery tower. Six newly imported type-60 guns fired 20 rounds at high speed, and 120 mortar shells smashed into the barracks within a minute.

Two Japanese squads were stationed in this area, guarding more than 500 laborers. There were more than a dozen sentries in the blockhouse, gnawing on lamb legs and lamb chops sent up from below. The Japanese soldiers outside the laborers' board houses were also gnawing on the fragrant barbecue. The rest were all drinking and eating meat in the barracks. The attack was too sudden. When the Japanese soldiers in the blockhouse put down the lamb legs and tried to operate the machine gun, the rocket exploded.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The blockhouse shook violently, bricks and stones fell down with a thump, and the Japanese soldiers inside fell to the ground, shaking their heads and trying to get up and fire their machine guns, but then the second wave of rockets arrived.

boom! Boom boom boom!

After the violent explosion, the blockhouse shook no more violently. A series of crackling sounds were heard, and the Japanese soldiers inside were scared out of their wits. They no longer cared about operating the machine guns and fled downwards for their lives.

With a loud bang, the blockhouse turned into a pile of earth, brick and stone ruins in a few seconds, burying the Japanese, the machine gun and the leg of lamb.

Before the flare was launched, snipers or sharpshooters had already aimed at the Japanese soldiers who were eating barbecue outside the laborers' board house. When the flare was launched and the rifles fired, each Japanese soldier was hit by at least ten bullets, and his body was instantly riddled with holes. The puppet soldiers who surrendered nearby broke out in cold sweats. If they hadn't been smart, they would probably have gotten the same result.

The military camp under the artillery tower was bombarded when the Japanese soldiers were enjoying their meal. The violent explosion left them with nowhere to hide. They were chewing stewed meat in their mouths and holding wine bowls in their hands, and were swept back and forth like pieces of paper by the shock wave of the explosion. Those who survived by chance had just gotten out of the military camp when the machine guns of the attacking force sounded. One anti-aircraft machine gun and two heavy machine guns were able to sweep away all the remaining enemies.

Before the sound of gunfire rang out, there was deathly silence in the wooden house. Hundreds of laborers lived together, and it was difficult to fall asleep due to the smell of the Japanese cooking and grilling meat. The two whole-grain steamed buns from lunch had long been digested. The high-intensity labor for an afternoon made everyone exhausted, and they were so hungry that they had a fever and could not sleep at all.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and the board house was in an uproar. The peasants had never heard of such a scene before, and they all lay on the floor trembling. Suddenly, a young man shouted loudly:

"Someone is fighting the Japanese. It's Captain Cold Gun. It must be Captain Cold Gun. We are saved."

The young man rushed out of the wooden house and saw through the barbed wire that blood was gushing out of the Japanese soldier outside the fence. The bullets hit his body as smoothly as loaches drilling into tofu. The last bullet blew up the Japanese soldier's head. The Japanese soldier's body with holes all over it collapsed to the ground. The young man, who had been timid since childhood, did not feel any discomfort. Instead, he felt a sense of relief as if he had achieved revenge.

The blockhouse not far away collapsed, and the Japanese military camp was blooming. The wailing of the Japanese sounded very miserable. As the young man listened, tears came down his eyes. "Dad, Captain Lengqiang has avenged you. I want to join the army and follow Lengqiang to fight the Japanese." The wailing of the Japanese became smaller and smaller, but the young man's idea became more and more determined.

"The commandos must replenish their guns and hurry to clean up the battlefield and move all the food out of the enemy's camp."

A steady voice was heard, and more than a dozen soldiers holding strange guns opened fire at the Japanese camp, advancing as they did so.

"Young man, you are lying in there unobservantly. You are risking your life by running out to watch the fun."

"Sir, are you a cold-shooting team?"

Under the pale light, a middle-aged man with a stern face smashed open the barbed wire door outside the board house.

"Special Operations Platoon of the First Company, Third Battalion, Second Regiment of the Yimeng Guerrillas, how did you know about this?"

"Platoon leader, let me follow you! The Japs killed my father, and I also want to follow Captain Lengqiang to fight the Japs."

"We'll talk about it later. Call the villagers over, get the food and go home quickly."

The young man returned to the board room, and his excited voice could not suppress his excitement:

"Uncles, come out quickly, Captain Leng Qiang's team is here to rescue us and is preparing to give us food."

Five minutes later, the Japs were completely cleared out, and the Big Knife Team began to chop off heads and pose in formation. More than a hundred bags of food were piled up next to the collapsed artillery tower, along with some raw meat and canned beef.

The platoon leader brought a few young men to distribute food, more than ten pounds per person, a few cans of beef or a piece of meat with bones.

"After receiving the prisoners, we will go home overnight. If we can hide, we will seek shelter at our relatives' homes. If we can't hide, we will just stay at home. If the Japanese dare to arrest ordinary people again, we will take action."

A strong man with a beard received the food and looked at the young man who was following the team to distribute the food.

"Xiao Taozi, aren't you going back with me?"

"Uncle San, my father was beaten to death by the Japanese. I want to join the team and avenge my father."

The sturdy man did not stop them. He also recognized that this was a team of sniper rifles. If the child followed them, it would be a way out.

"Xiao Taozi, if you want to fight the Japanese, just follow us! It's not safe to go back to the village. I'll ask your third aunt to take care of the house for you first. Come back when you have time."

"Uncle San, this is the canned food that Platoon Leader Liu gave me. Take it back and give it to Aunt San to eat! I have been without a mother since I was a child, and Aunt San is as close to me as Ling'er. Tell Aunt San and Ling'er that I will go back to see her when I have time."

Platoon Leader Liu, who was standing by, was watching the scene. This affectionate and righteous young man was definitely a good candidate for joining the army.

After receiving the food, the villagers crossed the railway line and went home. The platoon leader's arrangement was just right, with no surplus or shortage of food.

A company of the New Fourth Division was tearing down the artillery tower. Platoon Leader Liu said that all the spoils captured tonight would belong to them. There were still many machine guns under the artillery tower. Even if they were broken, they could take them back to the mountain and disassemble them for parts.

More than a hundred Japanese heads were chopped off and piled in the middle of the railroad track. The bodies were also arranged on both sides of the railroad track. Platoon Leader Liu asked Xiao Taozi to remove a piece of wood from the board house and write three big words on it with red paint.

"Follow the rules"?

"Hey, little Taozi, can you recognize the words?"

"Commander Liu, I went to a private school for three years when I was a child and can recognize some words."

"Good, very good. The team will evacuate soon. You organize them and keep up with the team when they evacuate. Don't run around."