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

Wang Mingzhang shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Those with light injuries are still on the battlefield. More than 400 bodies have been carried away, and more than 600 seriously injured have been carried away."

None of them were in the mood to ask about the battle damage and quietly lit up cigarettes.

"Old Wang, Old Zeng, Brother Su Yuan, I will have the special forces deliver three large-caliber heavy machine guns to each of your divisions. I will also equip you with machine gunners and ammunition handlers. Don't use them against infantry, only against the Japanese tanks and armored vehicles. I have also seen the situation of your positions today. All the Japanese armored vehicles have moved to the two wings."

"Master Wang, you are so righteous. I have wanted to speak up for you for a long time but couldn't save face. You are so thoughtful."

"Set up more machine gun positions, put up some protection on the positions, and move to another position after blowing up a tank. Don't think it's troublesome."

"Don't worry, Commander Wang. We know the importance of this. One tank can replace half of our company's strength. We will treat three machine guns like our ancestors."

What Zeng Suyuan said was so interesting that several division commanders couldn't hold back their laughter, and the atmosphere in the air-raid shelter eased temporarily.

On the right wing of the Japanese army, Zaoyang City was almost blown to pieces, and the positions outside the city were almost reduced to ruins. All the structures of the Second Army had been rotated, and the 30th Division, 143rd Division and th Brigade were still stationed there. Chi Fengcheng of the th Army was in charge of the front line, and the headquarters was located in the trench to the right of the South Gate. Even with the battle at this stage, the Japanese army still did not choose to besiege the city, and still hoped that the national army inside and outside the city would retreat on their own initiative.

Sunjiashan, southeast of Zaoyang, is a hilltop dozens of meters high. There are seven or eight artillery positions built along the northwest slope, including a heavy artillery regiment of a Type A division, a field artillery regiment of a semi-crippled mixed brigade, and mountain artillery and field artillery regiment of a heavy troops detachment. Together with the mountain artillery and field artillery of each regiment of the Type A division, more than one hundred large-caliber artillery pieces were deployed on seven or eight positions. Because of these artillery pieces, the city of Zaoyang was basically in ruins, and the positions outside the city collapsed and were dug up, and collapsed again.

Since Wang Mingzhang's 122nd Division's special operations regiment fought its way in and out of the Japanese camp seven times, all the Japanese attack sequences had strengthened their defenses, especially the artillery positions. In order to target the small special operations teams that might appear at any time, the Japanese deployed an infantry regiment and an infantry battalion to defend Sunjiashan, surrounding Sunjiashan tightly.

As night fell and a strong wind blew, a team was struggling to make its way through the mountains south of Tongbai County. It was the 21st Army under the commander-in-chief of the Dabie Mountain Guerrilla Army. Since the Zaoyi Campaign, the two main forces of the 21st Army had been hiding in the Dabie Mountains and had never attacked the weak links and transport teams of the Japanese army. The Japanese knew that there were guerrillas in the Dabie Mountains, but they never knew that there were two armies inside.

The guerrilla army was short of weapons and ammunition and was not suitable for attacking positions. They endured and did not take action until Zaoyang City could no longer hold on. Then they found an opportunity. It was a dark and windy night, a killing night. Tonight they would only use artillery.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the team arrived at Shibaofen, east of Sunjiashan. The Seventh Army built a blocking position on the spot, and the 48th Army continued to advance. Although it was an army organization, after experiencing the slaughter in the Battle of Wuhan, the combined strength of the two armies was just enough for two or three Type B divisions. The former ace of the Guangxi clique was now in a miserable state.

At 48 o'clock in the evening, the th Army reached the outskirts of Sunjiashan. Further ahead was the Japanese defensive position. Nearly troops were lying in ambush, waiting for the general offensive to begin.

At 11:30 pm, a misty drizzle began to fall, and there was a slight chill in the rain and mist. This should be the first autumn rain of this year! Every autumn rain brings a chill.

There had been no rain for days and the Japanese army was unprepared. They would definitely get sick after lying in the trenches like this all night. Feeling that they could not lie in the wet trenches any longer, noisy sounds were heard and they all came out of the trenches to look for raincoats and rain cloth.

Right now, the commander of the 48th Army, Yang Chuang, waved his right hand and the red flare was launched into the air.

"Kill!"

"Go!"

Taking advantage of the southeast strong wind, more than 10,000 soldiers launched a charge at the same time. Yang Chuang knew very well that they only had one chance. If they could rush forward, they would succeed. If they failed, once the Japanese artillery turned their guns, even though they had a large number of people now, there would not be many left after a barrage of shells.

"Nani"?

"Enemy attack"!

"Sudden death, give it to me!"

Many machine gunners went to find cover. The east side was relatively the weak link. The Type 38 rifles and sporadic machine guns were completely unable to stop the Kuomintang troops' mass charge.

Seeing the surprise attack, the Japanese soldiers who had just left the trenches did not bother to find shelter and ran madly towards their positions. There were soldiers running madly on both sides of a trench, and there was some not-so-dense firepower in the middle.

The Japanese machine gunner finally rushed into the trench, and the flares on the high ground were also fired. The machine gunner who had just grasped the handle was stunned by the scene in front of him. Demons, densely packed demons, shouting madly on their wet faces, the front was already airtight, he pulled the bolt, and the heavy machine gun just started to puff, and black spots came towards him in the strong wind.

"Grenade"!

"Be careful! Lie down!"

There was no chance anymore. A dense flame rose in the trenches and the Japanese army lost all their opportunities.

A gap several hundred meters wide was infinitely magnified. No one stopped to shoot. The sounds of machetes chopping off heads and bayonets stabbing stomachs were endless. There was no time to pull out the bayonets. They let go of their hands and hugged the incoming Japanese soldiers, and they rolled together in a tangle.

In just five or six minutes, the Nationalist army rushed up the mountain ridge at the cost of no loss. Several flares were launched into the air, and Sunjia Mountain was bright as day. Cannons, all cannons! Below was a jungle of cannons. The lighter mountain cannons were already turning their muzzles. The panicked Japanese army looked up and saw the densely packed heads above.

"Charge down! Chop the Japanese soldiers to pieces and blow up the cannons!"

"Go!"

The troops on the ridge rushed down, and the defenders below the artillery position rushed up. Just as they touched the edge of the artillery position, long-handled grenades were thrown out first. Black dots flew towards the artillery position, and the humming sound completely covered up the strong wind that was blowing across the wilderness.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The dense explosion of grenades caused the artillery shells to explode.

boom!

The nearly two-kilometer-long position was in pieces, and the violent explosions caused the Japanese who had rushed to the front line of the artillery position to turn around, but the national army did not stop. Even though there were continuous explosions and a sea of ​​fire, they still rushed into the position without hesitation.

The grenade was loaded into the gun barrel, and the explosive pack was loaded into the unexploded shell. The gun was pulled open, and the officer ordered a retreat. The lightly wounded were helped to climb, and the seriously wounded shook off the hands that supported them:

"There's no time, retreat quickly!"

The Japanese troops at the foot of the mountain organized a counterattack under the rebuke of the commander. The artillery positions were destroyed and all those above the rank of squad leader committed suicide by disembowelment. This was the death order given to the 122nd Division after the classic infiltration battle.