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

At nine o'clock, the Japanese army set out, rushing towards the seaside in a black mass. To the east was the city wall, and to the west and north were mine arrays. The only way to break through was the beach. What could the naval guns do? Even if the shells could last all night, as long as they ran fast, they could be out of the battle in half an hour.

"Commander, as expected, the Japs have broken through to the beach."

"What's the situation over at Dagu River? Although there are warships and torpedo arrays, if we charge desperately, we can still break out some of them."

"Don't worry, Commander. We have twenty anti-aircraft machine guns, sixteen large-caliber heavy machine guns, and more than five hundred submachine guns. With such firepower we can block the three hundred-meter ice surface. I don't believe a single Japanese soldier can get out."

"Send another thirty 60mm machine guns over. Be cautious. With 30,000 Japs charging together, we may not be able to hold our ground with machine guns alone."

As soon as the Japanese army rushed to the place where they had robbed boxes during the day, the naval guns opened fire.

boom! Boom boom boom!

A row of bright flames flashed, and violent explosions shook the silence of the night. Seeing that they were exposed, the Japanese simply stopped pretending and rushed towards the beach desperately, bombing! Bombing like crazy! No matter how you bomb, we just run, and running out means victory.

The Japanese soldiers were not completely stubborn. They calculated the timing of the naval gun salvos accurately. When they felt it was almost time, they would instantly fall down, and then flee for their lives after the explosion.

The tide was receding, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the exposed beach, so people did not sink when running. There were also two thousand landmines buried on the beach. Those in front broke the ice, and those who followed were not so lucky.

boom! Boom boom boom!

There was no need to face the enemy head-on, as there were densely packed Japanese soldiers in front, behind, left and right. It was no exaggeration to say that the number of Japanese soldiers killed or injured by an anti-personnel mine was no less than that by a naval gun shell.

"Landmine"!

"There are mines on the beach!"

boom! Boom boom boom!

In a moment, dozens of mines exploded, and the Japanese fell on the beach in large numbers.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The naval guns seemed to know about the trap on the beach and did not attack the Japanese who had rushed onto the beach. They were still blocking and shooting. I will fire at a fixed position. Whether you can rush over depends on your luck. The reason why Wang Dalei did not fire at the beach was because the naval guns made too much noise. After one shot, many Japanese died, but the mines were also detonated, which was not worth the loss.

The hundreds of Japanese soldiers in front seemed to have discovered the trick. The landmines would not explode when they stepped on them. The landmines would only explode after they broke through the ice layer and collapsed the ice layer behind them. I would rather die than let my friends die. I would not care how many people die behind me. I would just rush out first.

In just twenty minutes, hundreds of Japanese soldiers rushed to the mouth of the Dagu River. They were almost there. As long as they crossed the river, there would be hope. With only a few hundred troops, the New Fourth Division might not really take them seriously.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers slid down the slope, crawled and rolled on the ice. Just as they rushed through the center position, a flare was launched into the air. Under the bright light, the Japanese soldiers looked up in amazement and their mood instantly became tense.

Da da da da da da!

The anti-aircraft machine guns and large-caliber heavy machine guns fired at the same time. The bullets hit the ice surface with crackling sounds, and at the same time there were popping sounds of bullets entering the flesh.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers were in despair. They had run like dogs, but there was still no hope. They wanted to turn around and tell the people behind them not to step through the minefield. There was no hope, not even a bit.

Three minutes later, the machine gun stopped firing and there was total silence on the ice, except for the fact that some heat seemed to be rising.

The Japanese soldier who was wading through the mines stopped. What was that? Dozens of fire chains. Are the brothers in front of him okay? Do I still need to risk being blown to pieces? What's the use of wading through the mines? I was wondering how the team that was shot coldly would leave a glimmer of hope for me. How stupid and naive!

Groups of Japanese soldiers turned around silently, ignoring the naval guns that were still firing, and returned to the way they came like zombies, returning to the barracks. They just wanted to curl up in bed and rest tonight, even if they had to endure the flying shells.

When the naval guns saw the Japanese turned around, they considerately stopped firing. It was not worth it. They could use mortars to kill them instead. Using naval guns was like using anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes. It was a pure waste.

The shelling in the military camp also stopped, and many tents were on fire. The returning Japanese soldiers quietly crawled into the unburned tents, opened their bedding and crawled in. Their cold bodies seemed to find a trace of warmth in the quilts.

Isayama Haruki was also carried back, and he seemed even more listless than before he set out. All the soldiers looked at Isayama Haruki with cold eyes, calling him a fool, the dumbest fool among all the imperial soldiers.

"Mr. Ueno, send a telegram! Send it to the North China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, send it to the headquarters, and ask for tactical guidance. The New Fourth Division will not let us sleep until dawn."

"Commander, continue the shelling?"

"Don't fight yet. Send a telegram to my brother and ask him if he wants prisoners. If he does, I don't mind taking them all. It's just a waste of food. These devils are strong and healthy. Once they enter the factory, they just need to be shackled and will be more useful than those overseas Chinese."

Before the cold gun was responded to, the Japanese army sent a clear message, saying that Haruki Isayama and Naoomi Ueno were going to surrender unconditionally with 30,000 Japanese troops, and hoped that the New Fourth Division would accept the surrender and guarantee the safety of the surrendered soldiers.

Shen Honglie smoked a cigarette and laughed loudly towards the sky in the northwest wind. He became famous, and his style was shown in one letter. This plain text message was more useful than any war situation report.

"Report, a cold call came in, suggesting accepting surrender, locking them up and throwing them into a factory area that is vulnerable to artillery and bombing, exploiting them, exploiting them to the extreme, and not letting them have the strength to resist."

"Good brother, we thought alike."

"Send a clear message and accept your surrender. We will open a gap in the mine array on the west side and require you to line up and march out. No one is allowed to carry weapons. Anyone carrying a weapon will be killed 100 people, and anyone who resists will be killed 1,000 people."

"Master, will it be ~?"

"I'm going to be strong this time, so that the Japanese won't treat me as a soft persimmon. Next time I attack Qingdao, I'll make them think twice beforehand."

"Go, invite the mine-laying instructor, be polite, light the torches to illuminate the minefield. Don't let them line up, let them teach and we will line up, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Commander. They are all great benefactors of our New Fourth Division. We will not let them be in danger."

A group of mine-clearing instructors came and politely communicated with Shen Honglie that all mines facing the enemy must be cleared by them personally, and without the captain's order, the mine-clearing method could not be leaked.

Shen Honglie understood after a little thought, this is his brother's killer weapon! I really don't know who it was left for, but it was transported from Dashibi Mountain, and there is something in it!

Shen Honglie didn't think it was wrong. His brother was so sincere in giving him all his secret weapons. The mines played an indispensable role in winning the battle.

"Brothers, in that case, I won't say much more. I am very grateful. And please be careful."

"Don't worry, Commander Shen. Each of us has practiced hundreds of times, so there won't be any problems."