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

Chen Rongwei held the box in one hand and shook two gold bars in the other, rubbing them together until they jingled.

"Mr. Howard, guess what this is"?

Howard had already seen the gold bars in everyone's hands and showed an exaggerated expression.

"Is it a reward? I blew up the plane, it can't be my fault, I'm just worried about whether my salary will be deducted."

"Take it! This is a reward from Commander Shen of the New Fourth Division. Everyone gets one. Don't complain about the plane. You are lucky enough to parachute successfully. If we lose the plane, we can go and attack the Japanese airport. We can grab one or two hundred planes at a time. It's not a big deal."

This is quite a boast, but it seems that what they said is true. It seems that they snatched this airport from the Japanese.

Howard took the gold bar and gnawed it like the person next to him, happy as a child.

Several pilots who came to aid China returned to the dormitory. The ten ace pilots were still happily showing off. Chen Rongwei could only join in the fun.

"Battalion commander, the captain telegraphed that the ace pilots' participation in the battle is a payment outside of the transaction. I asked you to give each of them two small yellow croakers, and they will have one for every battle in the future."

Chen Rongwei looked at the signalman speechlessly. He caught four yellow croakers, two large and two small, in one flight. This pilot really made money!

"What are you standing there for? Go get the money!"

"Jennings, Howard, don't leave in a hurry, Captain Cold Gun called."

"God bless you, I hope you won't deduct my salary!"

"Mr. Howard, your salary has not been deducted. Captain Cold Gun said that your aerial combat is a payment outside the agreement, and the reward for each combat is two small yellow croakers."

"Oh my god, we're going to launch this today! Mr. Chen, help hang the bombs. We'll set off at dawn tomorrow and drop another wave of bombs on the Japanese. We'll land before their planes arrive. This is called taking advantage of the time difference. Do you understand? Saorui, forgive my nonsense. Mr. Chen, you're a master at taking advantage of the time difference."

Outside the West City Gate, the Japanese camp was in a tragic scene. Eighteen planes wreaked havoc. The ground was as hard as iron, and there was not even a place to hide. Fortunately, the planes mainly targeted the artillery and machine gun positions, but the lethality of the artillery shells was too great. The shells flew and fell on the hard ground. The scene was horrific.

Haruki Isayama and Naoomi Ueno stood on a high place and looked at the busy soldiers below. Fortunately, the morale did not suffer a serious blow. It must be said that the psychological quality of the imperial soldiers and Taiwanese soldiers was still good.

"Mr. Ueno, what do you think?"

Ueno Naoomi looked confused. What does it feel like? Was he beaten to a pulp? I don't think it was that bad.

Isayama Haruki tilted his head to look at the Chief of Staff, and seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, he continued:

"Pilots, what do you think of this group of pilots, Ueno-kun?"

Ueno Naoomi suddenly realized:

"Sir, when the plane dived just now, I seemed to see a Western face. Is this what you are asking?"

"Yes, we were careless. With a machine gun position like ours, we only shot down one out of 18 planes, and the pilot even parachuted to escape. This group of pilots is definitely not simple. We are in trouble."

"Mr. Isayama, how should we defend against air attacks tomorrow? The ground is as hard as iron, and there is no way to build a defensive position. If we continue to attack like this, we won't be able to hold out for long."

Isayama Haruki seemed to have made up his mind. He leaned on his command sword and ordered:

"Send a telegram to the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters! We must blow up the runway of the China Airport at all costs, otherwise we will have no choice but to retreat."

Ueno Naoomi had a worried look on his face. After a whole day of bombing today, there was no effect. How many bombers would be needed tomorrow?

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Japanese army's attack sequences from the north and south arrived at Lincheng at the same time. Lincheng became busy in an instant, and the streets and alleys were full of Japanese soldiers.

Fujita Susumu and Nakayama Sadake were meeting with commanders of various sequences participating in the attack. These soldiers were drawn from various war zones. The largest scale was the regiment, with the largest number being the battalion. Even the regiments and battalions were mostly pieced together.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the two commanders figured out the sequence of their men.

There were four field artillery regiments, eight field artillery and mountain artillery battalions, and more than twenty indirect-fire artillery companies. Each battalion and company also had an indirect-fire artillery squad. The two Japanese were a little disappointed, but also quite satisfied. There were no heavy artillery, but the number of field artillery, mountain artillery and indirect-fire artillery was sufficient.

The soldiers need to rest after a long march, and the two of them need to redistribute their forces. There is no hope of attacking tomorrow, so let's do it the day after tomorrow! The day after tomorrow, we must take over the Daxing mining area.

The special forces hiding in the darkness sent a message, confirming that Lincheng was the main attack direction. The number of personnel could not be counted outside, but it would not be less than 50,000 or 60,000. These were the Japanese soldiers who appeared in the field of vision, and there might be even more who could not be seen.

Lin Chuan judged the situation sent back by the special forces. Only the military camp at Xuwo Village was within the range of the heavy mortar. But if he wanted to attack the military camp in Xuwo Village, the bunkers on the railway line would also open fire. After much thought, he decided not to fight. It was a pity that he didn't have any mountain artillery or field artillery, otherwise he could teach the Japanese a lesson tonight.

"Captain, secret message from the captain."

Lin Chuan took the telegram and his eyes suddenly lit up. No, it was too dangerous. It wasn’t time to step that far.

"Call the captain back, it's too dangerous. If anything goes wrong, it won't be worth it. Please rest assured, we will definitely pin the Japanese down in the Xiong'er Mountain area."

The communications chief looked puzzled. The captain seemed to be going to play hard! But why didn't the team leader agree? Was he worried that the captain was in danger? That was the captain! How could he be in danger?

"Send a telegram to each reconnaissance team, asking them to continue reconnaissance and determine the location of the Japanese ammunition depot. Do not take action whether there is an opportunity or not. Send back any information immediately. This is an order."

"Yes"!

There are still two heavy howitzers and dozens of field and mountain guns on Mount Meng, which are almost rusting on the mountain. Chen Feng's telegram said that once the Japanese ammunition depot is located, he will drive a bomber to raid it, and blow it up if there is a chance. If there is no chance, leave it to the 150mm heavy howitzers and mountain and field guns.

Lin Chuan was still very moved. The captain had used his ultimate move. He knew about the two heavy howitzers and that thousands of shells had been purchased specifically for them. He also knew that the two heavy howitzers and dozens of mountain and field guns were blocked in the bunker. It seemed like they were going to rob the family of their wealth this time!

Lin Chuan's thoughts were completely different from Chen Feng's. This cannon would be a burden if placed on Mengshan. These shells would be piled up on the mountain and not used for years, and problems would arise sooner or later. It would be better to take advantage of the Japanese's last frenzy to consume them and save trouble.

The convoy set off at five o'clock in the afternoon. When the two lieutenant generals arrived in Lincheng, Chen Feng guessed the main attack direction of the Japanese army. They must reach the front line and enter the constructed positions before three o'clock in the morning, and launch a wave of artillery attacks before dawn. This was the death order Chen Feng gave to the artillery.