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

While Chen Feng was drinking with Howard, Fujita Jin was in tears after listening to the loss report. The team that suffered the least loss was the one sent out in the evening. Except for the regiment in the north which lost more than half of its troops, one regiment and two battalions in the other three directions were almost unscathed.

They also wanted to go to the north to provide support, but when they arrived, there were only countless boxes of artillery shells left on the battlefield. They did not have the courage to give chase, so they could only return to the mining area to participate in the rescue and vigilance.

There were a total of 50,000 defenders in the mining area, including more than 3,000 wounded. All the previous wounded had met Amaterasu. All the surface buildings collapsed, and all the supplies and ammunition were burned to ashes.

As the collapsed mine was excavated, the losses were slowly counted. Only 32,000 of the 50,000 troops were left, including more than 9,000 wounded. Most of these wounded were seriously injured, which was a life-threatening situation. After finally surviving the bombardment, they had to garrison the mine even though the entire mine was bare.

Fujita Susumu sent 10,000 soldiers to escort and carry the wounded back to Lincheng. In addition to delivering the wounded, they also had to bring supplies back. Two battalions and a regiment were re-sent out to defend their original positions. However, the regiment defending the east side was split by Fujita Susumu, and half of the regiment entered the position on the north. This time it was convenient, as the position on the north was full of artillery pits, which were surrounded by coal gangue to form luxurious foxholes.

Piles of coal were lit. Fujita Jin had given up hope. He didn't believe that the cold gun team had endless shells. No one cared about the corpses. The soldiers gathered in groups of three or four to suffer in front of the fire. Everyone had to hold on until the supply tent arrived.

After arranging for the signalmen to send a telegram, Fujita Susumu moved the headquarters into the most solid mine. The two old Japanese soldiers sighed. They were still frightened by the devastating bombardment just now. It was too terrible. They were trembling even while hiding in the mine.

"Lord Zhongshan, if we continue fighting like this, will there be any hope other than increasing the casualties of our soldiers?"

Nakayama Sadatsugu waved his hand and drove his men deep into the mine.

"Mr. Fujita, there is no hope. I don't understand what General Tada Shun is insisting on. I also don't understand what the headquarters is thinking. The supply of troops is already very tight. Fifty thousand troops were spent in Qingdao, and there must be thirty or forty thousand here! Do we really have to wait until the whole army is wiped out before we repent?"

"Mr. Zhongshan, please calm down and deduce it again. Do we still have a chance?"

As the chief of staff, Nakayama Sadauchi must have something in his mind. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, but still lowered his head to look at the battle map that had just been laid out.

Fujita Shinya tried to deduce, but no matter how he did it, he felt that the chances were slim.

Nakayama Sadauchi was immersed in it for more than ten minutes, then threw his baton on the map spread out on the table.

"There is no hope. If we had been braver last night, we would have been killed or become prisoners of war. If we want to break through the defense line of the Guards Regiment, we not only need enough mountain artillery, field artillery and indirect fire, but also heavy artillery. At least a heavy artillery regiment is needed. In addition, we need air force to provide support at any time to break through the anti-aircraft fire of the Guards Regiment regardless of losses. We can enter the hinterland of Xiong'er Mountain, but what can we do once we get in? We have no advantage in fighting in the mountainous areas. To put it bluntly, the deeper we go, the faster we will be defeated."

Fujita Susumu looked dejected. Even though he knew there was no hope, he still refused to give up.

"There is no hope for the heavy artillery. The heavy artillery we transferred to China has been almost blown up. Now there may not be two complete heavy artillery regiments in the entire China war zone. Those idiots in the past did not understand the strategic significance of heavy artillery, and they were blown up by the Chinese army in battles one after another. Not to mention those far away, there is no telling how many heavy artillery pieces have been destroyed by the Cold Gun team. Now the Cold Gun still has two heavy artillery pieces. The grenade fired by the heavy artillery was most likely the one that collapsed the mine just now. This is really a huge irony!"

"General, the forward observation post reports that a flame has appeared at the Guards Regiment's position, spreading from east to west, looking like a fire dragon."

"Nani"?

Fujita Susumu was delighted, but then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Nakayama Sadauchi was confused:

"General, what's going on?"

"Let's make a fire and keep warm! Knowing we have no artillery, they have no longer concealed the fact. It's so cold, not only we can't stand it, they are also uncomfortable in the trenches. What contempt, naked contempt!"

The two old devils were a little angry, but they also felt a little relieved. They were really afraid that the guards would launch another artillery attack! They couldn't fight anymore. If they continued to fight, the soldiers would collapse.

After drinking with Howard, Chen Feng went to the trench again. The soldiers were still hiding in the sheltered place by the fire to keep warm. It was too cold. Although there was no wind, the cold air penetrated into their bones.

"Lin Chuan, how are the supplies and food? Are there any gaps?"

"There is no gap. Everything has been prepared in advance and there will be enough before the spring."

"Bring up some meat as a snack for the soldiers! Each of you should set up a pot and cook some beef, mutton and cabbage. Add more oil and chili peppers. Bring up some white wine, a small bowl for each person. It won't delay anything. I tell everyone, don't be careful when making a fire. Just light the bonfire and put the iron pot on the stove. Let's get through the cold night first."

Half an hour later, bonfires were lit in each defensive trench, with a large black iron pot placed on top. Inside were beef, mutton, and cabbage vermicelli. A thick layer of red oil floated on the soup, and handfuls of chili peppers were sprinkled in, rolling with the bubbling red oil.

"Brothers, there is not much wine, a small bowl for each person, is it enough?"

"Enough!"

"Captain, I don't drink, so I'll share it with you. You can have two bowls."

"Even if you can't drink, take a sip to warm yourself up. Wait until the meat is cooked before you start eating. I just drank with that American pilot and got drunk."

"Captain, did you make the ace pilot drunk?"

"No, don't underestimate my drinking capacity."

Howard originally wanted to take a rest, but when he heard some excitement up ahead, he came over. Bonfire parties and the like were his favorite.

Chen Feng held the pot open and put in all the food he wanted. He didn't dare to turn the pot over because it was too full. If the food spilled, it would be embarrassing and someone would be scalded.

I picked up a piece of mutton with bones and ate it greedily. I felt that it was almost done. In fact, it was all cooked. All the meat was cooked and prepared. It could be eaten after heating it up during the battle.

"Come on, line up. The cans are not insulated. Wrap them with gloves to avoid burning your hands."

Each person had a can, and after one round, they continued to add snow and meat to the pot. Chen Feng, Lin Chuan and Howard also held cans. On a cold night, a box of spicy meat and a small bowl of liquor was better than ten quilts.

"Captain, when we get to Lincheng, let's go to the restaurant and have a meal together."

After a bowl of wine, the atmosphere became lively.

"Don't be impatient. There are at least 110,000 or 120,000 of us among the 150,000 Japs. Kill some of them if you have the chance. They will not be able to withstand our killing. By then, when your regiment has occupied Lincheng, the Japs' trains will have to pay tolls if they want to pass through the Jinpu Line."