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

The day finally dawned, the wind and blizzard were still raging. Fujita Susumu would never give up the hill he had already captured. If the Guards Regiment were to set up artillery positions, the mountain artillery and field and heavy artillery could easily penetrate the mining area.

Nakayama Sadauchi felt somewhat numb when looking at the casualties of last night's battle. Not many people were killed in the explosion, only about a thousand or so, but too many died of wounds or freezing, 3,600 brave warriors, and the number was still increasing.

"General, please withdraw! Otherwise, we need to replace them. These soldiers have little combat effectiveness now. If they are attacked by the guard regiment from nowhere, we will be in big trouble."

Fujita Jin sneered. Aren't the guards of the cold gun afraid of the cold? However, the losses were indeed too great. It was estimated that the soldiers who were still alive were also frozen. The north wind and blizzard were still continuing, so they dared not let them stay on the mountain.

Fujita Susumu sent two regiments, including one that went up to support the coal mine in the early morning, and they went up again with fuel and coal.

After more than two hours, the team finally withdrew, with heavy losses! Looking at the hustle and bustle, almost no one was intact, and the lightest injuries were frostbitten fingers, toes or ears. After entering the warm tents or houses in the mining area, as soon as they warmed up, the frostbitten parts began to ooze pus.

Susumu Fujita suppressed the pain in his heart and checked this group of soldiers. He felt that God was against him and everything was going wrong!

At ten o'clock in the morning, the snow finally stopped and the northwest wind was getting weaker and weaker. Fujita Susumu did not organize his troops to participate in the attack because the snow was too thick and it was difficult to go up.

At noon, the wind stopped and the snow stopped. The vast earth was covered with white snow. The sunlight tore through the clouds, and the white earth was painted golden.

Both sides of the war breathed a sigh of relief. If this continued, the non-combat casualties would become increasingly serious.

At Mengshan Airport, there was basically no snow left on the runway, but the door of the hangar was almost submerged in the snow. All the members of the independent regiment went down the mountain, and non-combat personnel also shouted for help.

When ten planes loaded with bombs were pushed onto the runway, the entire airport erupted in cheers. Since it started snowing last night, several thousand people had been cleaning up the area for two hours each time, and they had finally completed the task assigned by the captain.

The ten ace pilots were also excited, standing on the runway and saluting the crowds on all sides. At this moment, perhaps what they were thinking about was not the gold bars, but the respect for the men, women, young and old who had been busy all night and all morning.

Lu Feihu and Liu Kuang stood together, their cotton hats covered with icicles, and they were almost moved to tears as they watched the cheering crowd at the airport.

The independent regiment, the logistics department, the pharmaceutical factory, the arsenal, and even the villagers of Dawa Village rushed over after hearing the news. People only knew that they were family members of soldiers. They didn't know that the man carrying the broom was the captain's father, or that the old couple pushing the cart were the dean's parents. They even didn't know that the parents of several busy children were the backbone of the pharmaceutical factory and the arsenal.

Old Yan from the logistics department organized dozens of girls to operate more than 20 large pots. The coal never stopped burning. Ginger soup, hot and sour soup, oil-splashed noodles, mutton soup and beef soup were available at any time. This was the reason why a group of people were still full of energy after a busy night.

There was inevitably some residual ice on the runway, so Old Yan directed the officers to sprinkle some hot carbon ash on it. Five minutes later, they swept it away with a broom. The residual ice was gone, and there was no stagnant water left. The entire runway was clean.

"The captain sent an urgent message, the guard regiment is ready for the attack and the planes can take off at any time."

The ground crew waved the flag and the pilots who had already boarded the planes started up. Two heavy bombers and eight light bombers were all the bombers transferred to Mengshan Airport. The pilots who had returned to Mengshan to aid China and the flight trainees had no chance to get a number and could only watch. There were still more than a dozen fighter planes, but today's target was the Japanese reverse slope artillery group, so ten bombers were enough.

The plane taxied and the children outside the runway ran frantically following the plane. They had just finished drinking beef soup and seemed to have endless energy in their bodies.

Ten bombers took off, circled in formation and flew westward. Lu Feihu organized the evacuation of the personnel. It should have been done long ago, but after being busy for such a long time, he had to let everyone celebrate. The return journey was difficult, but everyone had a happy smile on their face.

The two Japanese regiments were tightly united around several reverse slope artillery positions. When the wind stopped and the snow stopped, the soldiers began to set up tents around the reverse slope. The guard posts stared at the opposite positions. As long as the opposite side took any action, they would immediately disperse and enter the positions for defense.

The Japanese troops in the mining area were preparing supplies, and they had to go up before dark to prepare enough supplies, mainly coal and gasoline.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield were resting and eating. There was a buzzing sound from the northeast. It had just snowed heavily, so why were they flying planes? Thousands of Japanese soldiers were confused. Where did it come from? The weather report said that it was snowing heavily all over the north of the Yangtze River. Was it the naval aviation?

"Alert, Chinese plane!"

Several commanders reacted and realized that the aircraft coming from this direction was most likely the Yimeng guerrillas' aircraft.

There was a panic on Xiangyang Slope. Where were the machine guns? In order to deal with the harassment from the opposite side, the machine guns were all put on the position. It was obviously too late to move them now. Thousands of Japanese soldiers were in a panic. They tried to leave the artillery position by jumping at high speed. Most of them raised their guns to the sky for defense. The artillery position was too important. Their mission was to protect the position. If something went wrong, they would be in trouble.

The bombers dived, one echelon on each of three large sloping positions.

boom! Bang bang bang!

The sound of the Type 38 rifle's gunfire seemed insignificant amid the roar of the diving bombers.

Whoosh~ whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

The bombers dropped bombs, and the sharp whistling of the shells spread throughout the Xiong'er Mountain area. The Japanese soldiers far away in the Zhongxing Mining Area were also shocked. Who could believe that a plane came in the heavy snow?

boom! Boom boom boom!

There was a dazzling fire on the hillside.

Several more dazzling balls of fire broke out. The shells exploded. Last night, for fear that the fire would affect the shells, all the shells were piled in the center of the artillery position. One shell exploded, and the shells flew everywhere. After landing, they turned the entire hillside into a sea of ​​fire.

Upon hearing the news, Fujita Susumu left the command post, sweating profusely in the cold weather. It was over. He had made all possible considerations, but he did not expect that the Yimeng guerrillas would dare to take off the plane. Doesn't it snow at their secret airport?

Susumu Fujita and Sadaetake Nakayama saw through the telescope that the snow on the hillside was sliding down, mixed with pieces of black things, perhaps human heads, or perhaps various types of cannons that had been blown up.

It was over. Despair arose in both of them at the same time.

"The plane is coming, take cover."

"Disperse quickly!"

Fujita Susumu and Nakayama Sadauchi looked flustered, and their hearts sank as they watched the team getting ready to set off.