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

At 7:50 in the evening, the Special Operations Battalion of the Tiger Regiment took the lead in launching a sneak attack on the airport. Hundreds of special operations members sneaked in halfway. Although the Japanese army was well guarded, they had not fought for a long time and were inevitably a little slack. The special operations members were all wearing Japanese clothes, and when they opened fire, the Japanese defenders discovered that they were all equipped with submachine guns and rocket launchers.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the heavy mortars on the periphery also sounded. The main targets were the military barracks and machine gun bunkers. Thirty rounds were fired at a rapid speed in one and a half minutes, and the airport instantly exploded.

"Sudden death~"!

boom!

As soon as the commander spoke, a sniper bullet arrived and shot the man in the head. The special forces quickly rushed towards the oil depot and the pilots' dormitory. The Japanese army discovered their purpose and rushed to intercept them frantically.

Tsk! Tsk, tsk, tsk!

boom! Boom boom boom!

After a round of rocket explosions, a company of special forces successfully occupied the outer positions of the oil depot, cleared out the remaining Japanese troops, and began to build positions to guard against Japanese counterattacks.

The Japanese commander was the focus of sniper fire, the airport defenders were in chaos, and those in the barracks were stunned by the heavy mortar fire. By the time they reacted and wanted to stop the counterattack, they were already unable to get out.

The airport's telephone lines were cut off, and the garrison could only use the radio to contact for help, but all the telegrams sent fell on deaf ears. It seemed that there were explosions in the urban area as well. It was over. This was not a single attack on the airport, but an all-out attack. The Japanese were going crazy. They absolutely could not give up the airport. Teams of death squads were organized, including the extremely proud Japanese pilots.

"Board cutting"!

"Board cutting"!

The Japanese soldiers rolled on the ground with explosives in their arms. The planes, hangars, and most importantly, the oil depot had to be blown up.

Tart tart tart tart tart tart!

The Japanese army suffered heavy casualties, but they still charged forward desperately. Since they couldn't get through the oil depot and hangar, they decided to bomb the planes on the runway.

boom! Boom boom boom!

After several planes were bombed in succession, the members of the special operations battalion became furious. They knew the importance of these planes. Although the regiment commander repeatedly stressed that people were more important than planes, they all understood the role of planes in large-scale battles.

There was a mad charge from the periphery. Finally, anti-aircraft machine guns were set up, and large-caliber heavy machine guns were also set up. The dense bullets completely locked down the Japanese military camp. The Japs were still charging madly, but they could no longer get out. Not only could they not get out, the military camp was not safe either. It had just been reduced to ruins by mortars, and now there was nothing to stop the fire from the two types of machine guns.

After more than half an hour, the gunfire gradually stopped, but everyone did not relax and continued to stabilize important nodes and search for the remaining Japanese soldiers. After completely controlling the airport, two battalions of the independent regiment also came in. They all carried anti-aircraft machine guns and large-caliber heavy machine guns, and they had to build a blockade firepower network at the airport before dawn.

The city of Jinan is easier to reach than the airport. The battalion-level special operations company infiltrated first, opened the doors and attacked. As soon as the battle started, they paralyzed the main command department of the Japanese army. They would not leave this time. In addition to the annihilation of the Japanese army, those overseas Chinese also had to be liquidated. After so long, who knows how much wealth they have accumulated. Especially those Japanese businessmen who have encroached on Chinese factories are all the focus of the Tiger Regiment.

Fujii, a Japanese businessman in the textile industry, opened the largest dyeing factory in Jinan. Through unfair competition and other means, he basically squeezed out his competitors. As the only one in the market, he naturally made a lot of money. As soon as the battle started, Fujii prepared to escape with his wife and children. He didn't know that the Yimeng guerrillas were preparing to occupy the city of Jinan this time. For safety reasons, he decided to hide and wait until dawn. Dozens of ronin warriors carrying a dozen large boxes were surrounded as soon as they got out of the street.

"Mr. Fujii, why are you not sleeping at home so late? Where are you going?"

“Ahhhh!”

Several Japanese ronin drew their samurai swords and wanted to chop off the pretentious guy in front of them.

boom! Bang bang bang!

Without exception, all were shot in the center of their eyebrows.

The samurai behind him threw away the box and tried to draw his gun. Gunshots rang out again, followed by the sound of frying beans. Only his wife and daughter were left by Fujii's side.

Seeing the enemy approaching step by step, Fujii's wife collapsed first, hugging her daughter and crying loudly.

"Let her go, she's still a child."

"Don't worry, ma'am. We won't kill her, and we won't kill you either. Of course, if Mr. Fujii cooperates, he won't have to die either."

Fujii gave a bitter smile, it was over, he had met a tough guy. Just the shooting skills fully explained the situation, a cold gun, the Yimeng guerrillas, no one else had the courage to attack the city of Jinan.

"My dear sir, Fujii would like to ask a question, are you preparing to station troops when we attack Jinan this time?"

"Wow, you're quite smart! You can guess this?"

Fujii comforted his wife and daughter. His chest heaved violently for a moment, then suddenly calmed down.

"I reminded General Matsuda, but he turned a deaf ear to me. The Empire of Japan and the Eagle Sauce have gone to war. How could Leng Qiang give up such an opportunity? I guess it's not just Jinan City, the two railway lines are also at war!"

"That's right. If your General Matsuda had half of your brains, we wouldn't have it so easy. Let's go! You're so smart, you know what we want, right?"

Of course Fujii knew what they wanted, which was nothing more than money and printing and dyeing formulas. It didn't matter. The loser had no right to make conditions. Fujii was not prepared to exchange these for the safety of his family. He understood that as long as the Yimeng guerrillas said they would not kill people, it would not be empty talk.

"Come with us! Juzi, Xiao Qingzhu, don't be afraid, let's go home."

Major General Matsuda did not run away. Even though he had the military police escort him to the Yellow River Bridge at the beginning of the battle, he could not escape the ambush of the special forces. Five minutes later, the special operations company of the second battalion began to clean up the battlefield. No one cared about the bodies, and the guns and ammunition were not needed. Except for the important documents carried by the military police, everything else could only be dealt with slowly after the battle.

The killing on the Jinpu Line and the Longhai East Line was also crazy. The Japanese army thought that there would be a counterattack from behind, but they did not expect that it would be a full-line battle. They were caught off guard by the surprise attack in a hurry. When they reacted, they wanted to rely on the bunker system for defense, but found that the opposite side would not entangle at all. Rockets and heavy mortars blew up the turtle's lid, and before the lid was opened, all the Japs inside were killed.

The Guards Regiment and the First Regiment were the most ruthless. They divided the two heavy guns and dozens of mountain guns and field guns equally. The heavy guns could be dealt with with one shot, while the mountain guns and field guns only needed three to five shots.

The number of bunkers that the guards could contact was getting smaller and smaller, and several county towns were also surrounded by heavy troops. The Japanese in the bunkers could not hold on any longer and evacuated one after another.

Just after retreating three or five miles, gunshots were heard in the front. Since the goal was to destroy the Japanese army's manpower, how could they let them escape? The assault platoons had already dispersed and were waiting. Facing the firepower of an ordinary platoon with at least one heavy machine gun, two mortars and twenty submachine guns, no team could avoid being slaughtered.