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

Fujita Susumu and Nakayama Sadatoshi had simulated the situation countless times, and those were all what would happen after crossing the Jinpu Line. They knew that the Yimeng guerrillas had large-caliber mortars with a range longer than their own Type 97 mortars. So what? Even if I put my military camp within your range, would you dare to open fire?

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Japanese troops outside Qingdao finally settled down and started to eat. Isayama Haruki understood the tactics of the Yimeng guerrillas and the New Fourth Division. He dispersed the remaining twenty-odd mountain artillery and field artillery into six positions, and all the mortars were sent to the squadron, with the artillery squad as the base of defense.

Haruki Isayama was also ruthless in dealing with the sneak attack. Hundreds of guard teams were sent out to patrol the two kilometers to ensure that the Chinese would not be given any chance of a sneak attack. Several special operations battalions tried several times, firing mortars at the patrol teams, and firing mortars and mountain artillery. The entire military camp was like a hedgehog, and it was really hard to attack it.

Shen Honglie was a little anxious, feeling that his people were still lacking something! He didn't know how his brother would deal with this situation, but he didn't plan to trouble his brother this time. He had to let his men use their brains. He had never taken these 50,000 devils seriously, so he just used them to train his troops.

"Notify the special operations battalions of each regiment and tell them to find a way out. I don't want losses, I'm not afraid of consumption, I just want results."

"Tomorrow the Japanese planes will most likely bomb the city wall positions. Move more anti-aircraft machine guns over and disperse them. The Japs also have some large-caliber cannons. Don't let them destroy them."

Several special operations battalions continued to try to find ways to launch sneak attacks, but this time they gave up on mortars and chose to move quickly on horseback. There were many Japanese patrols, so they dispersed. They launched a surprise attack to destroy a patrol and quickly evacuated before other patrols arrived. By the time the surrounding Japanese patrols arrived or the artillery opened fire, they had already run away.

We changed our strategy at 10 o'clock in the evening, and the Japanese couldn't hold on any longer by 12 o'clock. It was so disgusting. The patrol team was replenished three times, but still couldn't withstand the losses.

Isayama Haruki understood what the enemy meant. They knew that after destroying the patrol team, they would definitely bombard it. This time, they increased the intensity and replaced the patrol team of ten people with a small team.

When dozens of patrol teams carrying light firepower expanded out of the military camp for alert, the special operations battalion was helpless. The concentrated mortar fire would surely destroy the patrol team, but the concentrated fire consumed the shells too quickly. Using dozens of shells to attack a small team was, in the words of the division commander, not worth it.

Shen Honglie delegated power to the special operations battalion and went to sleep. He was not worried about how to fight or what the outcome would be. If it could be successful, then it would be successful. If not, he would fight hard tomorrow.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the Jiaolong Regiment asked the 1st Regiment of the New Fourth Division for the specific coordinates of the Japanese military camp. Shen Zizhong naturally would not keep it secret. The Jiaolong Regiment was the cold gun instructor's favorite, and he would definitely satisfy any requests of the instructor.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten one thing. The sea water was receding and the tide was rising. Isayama Haruki marched away from Jiaozhou Bay and set up camp beyond the range of the nearest sea surface in Jiaozhou Bay. He always thought it was foolproof, but he neglected several winding rivers.

Baisha River is wide and frozen in many places, but the river surface three kilometers away from the beach is still rippling. There are high and low tides every day, and the ice formed every day is washed away by the sea water.

If you ask who is most familiar with the rivers, it must be the Jiaolong Group that has been traveling in Jiaozhou Bay for several months.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the two warships came up one after the other with the tide, turned leisurely at three kilometers, adjusted their direction and aimed at the military camp. The naval guns hitting the military camp would be a terrible massacre.

"Daya, send a telegram to the first regiment. We have entered the Baisha River and have sufficient range. Please ask them to send special forces to light bonfires in the northwest and southwest of the enemy camp. We will launch artillery fire in half an hour."

Shen Zizhong was still in a state of panic. It was already midnight, and he hadn't found any perfect opportunity. Although he had killed some Japanese devils, it was not what he wanted. If it weren't for the division commander asking him to train, he would have asked the instructor for help no matter what.

"Report, urgent message from the Jiaolong Regiment."

Shen Zizhong grabbed the telegram. He must have discovered something when he sent it at this time. After reading the telegram, Shen Zizhong smiled happily, but at the same time he felt a little guilty. He still hadn't learned enough! How could he not have thought of such an obvious question?

"Immediately send a message to the three special operations battalions, light a bonfire and immediately leave the combat area."

"Yes"!

Shen Zizhong climbed up the city wall and raised the telescope despite the risk of being bombarded by the Japanese. The Japanese camp was dark, with some sporadic gunfire and fire around. Shen Zizhong sighed, thinking that his special operations battalion was still a small-scale operation!

Within ten minutes, huge fires broke out in both directions, and Shen Zizhong's face was full of excitement.

"Hey, you guys, go and wake up the commander, something interesting is about to happen."

"Captain, I dare not, the division commander will beat me."

"Get out of here, hold on tight, or I'll beat you if you don't shout."

Shen Honglie was on Xiaolong Mountain and was very angry when he was woken up.

"Little brat, if you don't give me a reason, don't blame me for whipping you."

"Commander, it's Captain Shen. He said there's going to be a good show soon and asked me to wake you up."

"Let's go to the top of the mountain."

"Take my telescope."

Shen Honglie quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and raised his telescope to take a look. Apart from two flames shooting up into the sky, there was still no movement in the Japanese army camp. He put down the telescope and was about to curse them as bastards when he suddenly discovered a row of flames in the south.

Shen Honglie was judging the direction, Jiaozhou Bay, naval guns?

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

That’s right, it was the sound of the ship’s guns firing. Isn’t the range not enough?

boom! Boom boom boom!

There were explosions in the direction of the Japanese military camp. The power of the naval gun shells should not be underestimated. The destroyer's twin six 127mm main guns and the cruiser's seven 140mm main guns, a total of thirteen huge cannons fired at the same time. The firing position was beyond the reach of the Japanese mountain artillery and field artillery. This was a one-sided massacre.

"Commander, it's Baisha River. The ship's guns have gone up the Baisha River along the tide."

Shen Honglie grinned:

"You don't need to explain, I have already figured it out. Wang Dalei, this bastard, I kind of regret letting him go to Brother Lengqiang."

"Navy! Navy! My brother's vision is still as long-term as ever."

The naval guns kept firing, and the entire Jiaozhou Bay was filled with rumbling sounds. Qingdao City woke up, and many people climbed onto the roofs to check the situation. Are the Japanese coming? The cannons were really scary.

Haruki Isayama is going crazy.

"Where is the shelling? Where is the shelling?"

Chief of Staff Naoomi Ueno looked dejected.

"Baisha River, it should be in the direction of Baisha River, the warships of the Jiaolong Regiment should have come up with the tide."

"Mr. Ueno, why didn't you say it earlier? Why?"

"General, I just thought of this. Give the order to retreat immediately! Otherwise, all the soldiers will be killed here!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Retreat to the northwest"!