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

Ueno Naoomi's face was gloomy. It was over. He thought he could make good use of these weak engineers, but he didn't expect such a big reaction. Isn't it the responsibility of every Japanese Imperial Army to die for the Emperor? How could he resist?

Ueno Naoomi wanted to curse a few times, but when he saw the circles of desperate eyes around him, he suddenly became discouraged. The battle had turned out to be like this, and their commander did have an unshirkable responsibility.

The mocking charge of the engineers at the thunder array was shocking, and there was a dead silence in the barracks. At this time, everyone calmed down. Don't think too much now. The most urgent thing is to think about how to escape and survive. Many soldiers retreated subconsciously. To be loaded with thunder with a physical body requires more than just courage.

Finally, some people stood up: a colonel, two lieutenant colonels, more than a dozen majors, and hundreds of lieutenants. There was no time to put on a show, so they just took off their shirts and wrapped sanitary napkins around their heads.

More than a hundred Japanese soldiers shouted "Ban Cai" and walked towards the thunder array with firm steps, showing their invincible courage even if they were determined to die.

"Captain, the Japanese are approaching the thunder array, should we fight them?"

"Don't panic, we're still more than a hundred meters away. The mortars have been aimed at fixed points. Let the artillerymen be ready. Fire at any time when they enter the aiming range. Keep running after you finish firing."

"Captain, the Japs obviously have no more shells, why are you still running?"

"Get lost, what if there is any loss, I will skin you alive."

More than a hundred Japanese soldiers came up, seemingly insensitive to the cold weather, and strode towards the thunder array. Shen Zizhong was curious. He didn't know what had happened in the Japanese camp just now. A group of Japanese soldiers actually attacked the thunder array on the north side. He almost ordered the artillery to move to the north. Now it seems that he still has to open the passage here.

All, all, all, all!

Twelve type 60 guns opened fire, ten rounds at a rapid pace. In more than thirty seconds, the artillerymen began to run with their guns. The momentum of more than a hundred Japanese soldiers was gone. Some died, some were injured, and not a single one was left standing.

More than a dozen wounded soldiers who were still able to move crawled towards the minefield, as if they would take a mine with them even if they died.

boom! Bang bang bang!

The sniper hidden under the white cloth opened fire, and a cloud of snow fog was created on the ridge of the field more than 400 meters away from the Japanese.

The imagined artillery bombardment did not come, and the guard platoon leader looked at Shen Zizhong, as if to say that his judgment was correct.

"Are you looking for a beating? It's better to be careful, don't you understand?"

"Commander, will the Japanese attack the thunder array in groups? Should we move the machine guns up?"

"No, there is still some time before dark, and we are not sure whether the Japanese planes will come. We should use artillery first, machine guns or air defense."

The annihilation of more than a hundred Japanese soldiers angered Ueno Naoomi. The old Japanese soldier drew out his command knife, pointed at the thunder formation and shouted, "Die at once!"

There were still many people who were not afraid of death. They knew they would die if they couldn't get out. They didn't have time to tie sanitary napkins or take off clothes for a show. Half a battalion of Japanese soldiers launched a group charge under the leadership of a lieutenant colonel.

The two heavy mortar positions opened fire at the same time. Sixteen mortars, also firing ten rounds at high speed. More than a hundred shells smashed into the group of charging Japanese troops within half a minute.

After a round of explosions, there were only a few Japanese soldiers left standing. The sniper began to practice his shooting skills again. The sound of gunfire brought up clouds of snow and fog, and no Japanese soldier could rush to the thunder array.

After two consecutive failures, Ueno Naoomi felt somewhat disheartened. He felt as powerless as if he was punching cotton. It was so hateful. The thunder array was so terrible that it completely blocked the team's way of moving forward.

The planes did not come, and the Japanese army launched twelve group assaults, all of which were repelled by the artillery of the New Fourth Division. Dusk had fallen, and when the large-caliber machine guns were set up, the Japanese army had completely lost hope.

In the last charge, the New Fourth Division did not fire any artillery fire, but twelve large-caliber heavy machine guns destroyed all the hopes of the Japanese army.

In addition to the 2nd and 3rd Regiments defending the west city gate, three of the other four regiments were transferred out. The night is long and troublesome. Shen Hong must end the battle tonight, otherwise, if the Japanese fleet attacks Jiaozhou Bay tomorrow, it will be difficult for the two warships to survive.

Large-caliber heavy machine guns blocked the gap on the west side, and all light and heavy mortars began to move in along the minefield, surrounding the Japanese military camp in an arc.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the mortars began to bombard. The 60-mm mortars drove away the Japanese soldiers on the periphery, and the heavy mortars exploded in the middle. There was a mine array in the middle to block the attack. The Japanese artillery shells were used up and they had no power to fight back.

Isayama Haruki lay shrunkenly in the tent, listening to the explosions everywhere, feeling hopeless. There were still no less than 30,000 troops! They hadn't even touched the walls of Qingdao City, was this the end?

"General, we only have one way to go."

Hope ignited in Haruki Isayama's heart.

"Mr. Ueno, speak quickly."

"Surrender! The New Fourth Division is different from the Yimeng Guerrillas. We have invented a coded telegram for surrender. I think they dare not kill us."

Sitting up in shock from his dying illness, Isayama Haruki looked at his deputy in astonishment, "Surrender? How dare you think of this? Do you know how bad the impact will be? Once you surrender, our family will be in big trouble, do you know?"

"Mr. Ueno, we can't take this step unless it's absolutely necessary. We can't count on the mercy of the New Fourth Division."

Ueno Naoomi looked constipated. As a last resort? It has already exceeded the last resort! Is the general still thinking about his family now? Has he never thought about the life and death of these 30,000 imperial warriors?

"Mr. Isayama, there is one last way, but it will definitely be a bloody way. Will you choose it?"

"Tell us quickly, as long as we can break out, even if only ten thousand people can get out, contact the warships, as long as we get through Xiaozhu Mountain, we can give an explanation to the base camp."

Ueno Naoomi hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed and said:

"The coastline, they only have two warships blockading there. Deploy all our forces and let them bomb and catch up with the retreating North Korea. The Dagu River and the Yang River are frozen. Tell all the soldiers that they will be safe after crossing Ruyi Lake. Let the officers lead the charge and light up the road. We will race with the New Fourth Division. I don't believe their artillery and machine guns are faster than ours."

Isayama Haruki felt that his condition had improved by more than half. Yes! Even if the two warships kept firing their guns and the soldiers were all dispersed, how many could they blow up?

"It is now 8:40 in the evening. Notify all sequences immediately, throw away all baggage, and set off on time at 9 o'clock. Because of the minefield, the New Fourth Division will probably not notice our retreat. Let them bomb us. As long as we escape, we will immediately turn to Xiaozhu Mountain and run along the beach. There are naval guns guarding there, and the New Fourth Division probably has no defenders there."

When the news spread, all the Japanese saw a glimmer of hope. The beach, yes! In such cold weather, even if the beach is not frozen, you won’t get stuck! There is really a glimmer of hope!