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

Wang Dalei was almost going crazy from being bored in Jiaozhou Bay. When the Japanese planes came just now, they were circling in the sea and he could see the situation of the parachutes clearly.

"Turn the warship sideways, aim at the landing site and fire."

Two warships were lying side by side, with more than a dozen naval guns aimed at the landed supplies on the north side of the beach.

The running Japanese soldiers discovered a warship on the sea in the distance. When they saw the warship change direction, they realized that it was about to fire. They were not afraid or panicked, but continued to run while shouting loudly.

"Cut the board! Cut the board! Cut the board!"

As if they had anticipated their fate, the running Japanese soldiers had ferocious faces.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The naval guns fired a salvo, and the shells exploded several hundred meters in front of the running Japanese. Even though the ground was as hard as iron, more than ten black mud curtain walls were blown out.

The devil's hideous face became even crazier. Although there was fear in his eyes, there was more of a bloodthirsty look.

After adjusting the firing scale, the ship's gun did not continue firing, but waited quietly for the Japanese to enter the firing range.

"Wow!"

"Wah La La!"

"Board cutting"!

The Japs bypassed the craters created by the ship's gun fire and rushed madly towards the scattered wooden boxes.

boom! Boom boom!

The two warships set off a round of fireworks, and a huge earth curtain wall rose up in the Japanese camp.

The Japanese who had entered the explosion range took a homemade plane, and their limbs and bodies flew everywhere in the exploding mud.

The box was too big to be dragged, it was impossible to drag it at all. The Japanese shouted, cut the parachute rope with their bayonets, and climbed up and down to tie it up.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The shells came again, and the sharp sound was like the call of death.

boom!

Several shell boxes exploded in the violent explosion. First, flames shot up into the sky, and black mud instantly covered the sky. The shock wave of the explosion hit the Japanese army camp several kilometers away. Haruki Isayama, who was standing on the box with a look of despair on his face, was thrown backwards. The guards, who were also thrown crookedly by the rush, caught the general at all costs.

Under five rounds of gunfire, the Japanese soldiers tied up the boxes and tried desperately to drag them back, shouting. They were too heavy, with each box weighing several hundred pounds. The ground was full of holes and pits from the bombings, making it difficult to drag them. It was too difficult!

Boom boom boom!

The screams of death continued, and the boxes continued to explode. The scene was too unbearable to watch.

Isayama Haruki couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and the anxious Ueno Naoomi next to him was about to collapse.

"Sir, please give the order to retreat quickly! They can't get out."

Isayama Haruki closed his eyes in pain, trying hard to squeeze out some tears but failing.

"Send the retreat signal!"

call out!

A green flare was launched into the sky, and the Japanese who were being bombed saw the signal to retreat. They had already collapsed in their hearts. They thought they should not have retreated after being bombed into such a state, you idiot, the stupidest commander.

Some of the Japanese soldiers ran back desperately, some could no longer run and lay on the boxes wailing in pain, and some did not want to give up and were still dragging the boxes and moving with difficulty.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The ship's guns fired very slowly, but each shell could cause serious casualties. Most of the Japanese soldiers were deafened and could only watch their companions shouting and wailing loudly but could not hear a sound.

The bombardment lasted for half an hour, and basically everything that needed to be blown up had been blown up. Perhaps there were still some residues, but it didn't matter anymore. The open space where the supplies fell looked like a farmland that had been deeply plowed in the spring, with potholes and new soil everywhere, but the soil was stained with some colors, bright red blood, smooth "lotus roots", and a bunch of dirty heads.

Haruki Isayama suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. An infantry regiment, an infantry battalion, and most of the engineering regiment, at most one-third of them escaped back. Those who escaped back were also in danger. Some of them vomited blood while running, and some who escaped back looked crazy.

Wang Dalei put away the telescope with satisfaction and ordered the fleet to continue cruising. The scene just now was still vivid in his mind. It seemed as if a fire was burning in his heart. He wished he could jump into the cold sea water to wash himself. People were more important than warships. It was impossible to abandon the warship when necessary, even if he died.

Isayama Haruki was vomiting blood and was in a state of depression. Ueno Naoomi ordered the medical staff to take good care of the general, and he took the initiative to take the responsibility, gathering dozens of officers above the rank of lieutenant colonel to issue the order to retreat.

The 75mm caliber artillery shells were all used up, and there were only a few indirect fire shells left. The food could last for two days, but the key was that there was no firewood, the ground could not be dug, and there was no firewood to boil water to build the ice wall. Ueno Naoomi knew it very well in his mind, and there was only one word left: death!

There are still two hours before dark. As long as we break through to the south of Xiaozhu Mountain, we can be safe with the cover of the naval guns. When the troop transport ships arrive, at least more than 30,000 troops can be sent out. In this situation, it is a joke to think about Qingdao City. Regardless of the lack of artillery support, you can tell from the faces of those soldiers that this battle can no longer be fought. Ueno Naoomi couldn't understand how 50,000 troops could end up in such a situation.

After only ten minutes, the outer troops began to attack the minefield, taking advantage of the new minefield at noon. But the problem arose again: the engineers refused to work.

The captain of the engineering regiment, Yamaguchi Aoru, was protesting frantically. It sounds good, but when engineers clear mines, isn't that just running wildly on a minefield?

An engineering regiment has only 672 soldiers. More than 300 died in the mine clearance in the morning, and nearly 200 were killed or injured in the explosion while they were grabbing supplies just now. There are only more than 100 people left, and they are still not let go.

They are soldiers, but they are high-level technical soldiers, not firewood choppers, nor human mine rollers. Why do they have to step on mines with their bodies? Why should they die in battle because of the commander's mistakes? They would rather fall under the muzzle of a gun when charging than be blown into a pile of minced meat by that terrible mine.

The captain of the engineering regiment, Yamaguchi Aoru, became more and more angry as he spoke. He suddenly drew his command knife and stabbed himself in the stomach in front of a group of people's astonished eyes. Blood gushed out. Yamaguchi Aoru gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and with his last bit of strength he pulled it horizontally and fell straight into a pool of blood.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel"!

"Yamaguchi-kun"!

The death of the rabbit makes the fox mourn. The only one hundred or so remaining engineers stared at Ueno Naoomi who gave the order. The look was so terrifying that Ueno Naoomi shuddered.

"Board cutting"!

An engineer with red eyes went crazy, took off his shirt and ran towards the minefield closest to them.

boom!

The engineers were blown to pieces, but the terrible scene did not scare the remaining engineers. The only more than 100 remaining engineers all took off their shirts and did not run towards the gap in the west. Instead, they ironically rushed towards the minefield on the north side where the explosion had just occurred.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The farthest one ran in as far as seventy or eighty meters. More than a hundred engineers were all blown into pieces. This group of engineers seemed to be expressing their fearlessness and bravery, but it was more like a protest in despair.