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

When the main Japanese force arrived, they immediately deployed their formation and launched a charge, rushing forward to kill the wounded, and then continued to pursue them, determined not to let this expeditionary force and the British army escape.

All the soldiers of the New 38th Division lay in the trenches. When the Japanese army advanced 50 meters, a flare was launched into the air.

All in! All in!

The mortar fires twenty rounds at a rapid speed. After that, you must evacuate immediately.

The submachine guns were raised and fired, and thousands of fire lines appeared on the two-kilometer-long battle line. Various machine guns were hidden in the trenches. After the flares were launched into the air, they were quickly set up and used in conjunction with the submachine guns to harvest the Japanese troops rushing up.

The Japanese soldiers who rushed over were so scared that they had no time to think. The bullets were too dense and those in front were shot into sieves. Those behind didn't know whether to charge or retreat. Hundreds of machine guns of various types helped them find the answer. The bullets whizzed into the flesh, splashing a pool of blood.

The Japanese army was in retreat, and just as they were out of the range of the submachine guns, two hundred soldiers of the division rushed out from behind the trenches. Under the cover of machine guns, they rushed towards the retreating Japanese army at lightning speed.

"Kill!"

"Go!"

The officers and soldiers of the 200th Division shouted loudly, as if they were venting the humiliation they had felt the whole morning. The Japanese wanted to turn around and fight, but the 200th Division did not give them any chance. Each man carried three magazines and would not retreat until they had finished fighting.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The 200th Division buried a large number of mines when they retreated. Although the Japanese army risked their lives to break through the minefield, they basically passed through safe passages. There were still many unexplored areas. Now facing the submachine gun fire, they had no time to care. Many devils rushed into the minefield, and explosions occurred one after another. With the pursuers of the 200th Division behind them and the dangerous minefield in front of them, the Japanese army was caught in a dilemma and could only stand there helplessly and suffer the slaughter of the officers and soldiers of the 200th Division.

On the high ground in the rear, the two Japanese division commanders looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't understand why the expeditionary army had launched a counterattack when they were chasing well. Tens of thousands of troops had just passed through the thunder array! Who knew how many of them could come back?

The officers and soldiers of the new 38th Division have begun to evacuate. The division commander looked at the commanders of the 200th Division beside him and sighed:

"Brother Seagull, this counterattack can be regarded as a classic example of battle. I only wanted to defeat you, but I didn't expect that you saw the opportunity to annihilate them at a glance."

"Brother Fumin, I actually didn't consider the thunder formation. I just wanted to defeat them. I didn't expect that I would hit the target by accident. It's because your blocking was good. You used the wounded to attract all the Japanese here."

"Okay, brother Haiou, don't be so modest. The battle scene has been photographed by those fearless reporters. You and I just need to wait for the reward. Speaking of these reporters, they are really daring. You can say they are cowards! These reporters dared to risk their lives to participate in the blocking just to take a few photos. You can say they are brave! Seven thousand troops were blocked by two battalions, and they didn't even have the courage to test. But there is one thing I don't understand. The Japanese army hardly bombarded. Was it because the shells were not transported up or..."

"I'm really not sure about this. It's thanks to them that they don't have artillery shells, otherwise we wouldn't be so successful. Brother, let's go and see if the Japanese dare to catch up with us."

The 200th Division and the New 38th Division retreated together. Although they were retreating, the team remained in high spirits. The lightly wounded were supported and the seriously wounded were carried. As long as anyone could breathe, no one was left behind.

A group of reporters ran around to interview these officers and soldiers, and translation became the most popular profession, often fought over by three or four reporters.

"Dear warrior, thank you for coming to our rescue. May I ask where you got your courage from? Is it faith? Or is it consideration of international relations?"

After the translation was finished, a company commander of the 1st Regiment of the 200th Division raised his head:

"Tell her that we are here to fight the Japanese. As long as there are Japanese, we will dare to rush in no matter if there are mountains of swords, seas of fire or purgatory ahead."

Lucy, a beautiful reporter from the Associated Press from the United States, had tears in her eyes. She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if she fell into the hands of the Japanese given her beauty. If it really came to that, she would end her life with a pistol. Looking at the wounded lying on the stretcher and enduring the pain, Lucy started speaking Chinese.

"Dear soldier, I have noticed you. You were hit by the Japanese machine gun during the counterattack just now. How do you feel now? Can you hold on? It may take us a long time before we can perform the operation."

The soldier on the stretcher looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. He showed his two rows of big white teeth when he heard the words, and seemed not to care about his injuries at all.

"If I can't hold on, I'll just die. A death is as bad as a death. From the ambush in Yangmiding to now, I have killed at least twenty Japanese soldiers. It's worth it. If the Japanese had caught up with me, I would not have let my brothers suffer the trouble of carrying them. If I had left a few grenades, I could have killed a whole bunch of Japanese soldiers."

The young warrior kept calling Lucy "old man". Lucy understood that it was just a catchphrase and did not mean to blame him. She wanted to oppose him out of respect for the warrior.

"Little brother, have you ever been afraid during the war? After all, you are fighting abroad, and if you die, you can only be buried in a foreign country."

The young soldier showed a disdainful look:

"So what? As long as I have a chance to kill the Japs, I won't be afraid of dying without a burial place."

Lucy had been accompanying the soldier on the stretcher. The soldier was seriously injured, but Lucy did not keep asking questions. During the break, Lucy went to the front to get medical equipment and medicines to perform a simple operation on the soldier. The bullet in the abdomen was taken out and the soldier was injected with penicillin brought back from China by the expeditionary force.

The operation did not involve anesthesia. The little soldier remained silent despite the beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead. Lucy felt both admiration and distress for him.

After the operation was completed, the little soldier seemed very energetic, and the look in his eyes when he looked at himself changed from disdain to admiration.

"Reporter sister, are you a doctor?"

Lucy smiled:

"You guessed it right, I am a doctor. Your injury is not serious, but you can't delay it any longer. The weather is too hot. Once an infection occurs, even God can't save you."

The soldier nodded silently:

"I owe you my life."

"No, you don't owe me anything. You saved me once, and I feel saving you alone is not enough. When the team really stops marching at night, I still have to treat the wounds of a hundred wounded soldiers."

Not only the injured soldiers, but all the soldiers around showed respectful looks. They had been cheated by the corrupt people many times, and they didn't have a good impression of these journalists and missionaries. However, they were all moved by the beautiful female reporter in front of them. On the battlefield, the doctor who does not discriminate against people is always the god.

"My name is Lucy, and I'm from America. What's your name?"

"Private First Class Chen Zhonghua, Second Squad, Third Platoon, Second Company, First Battalion, Second Regiment, Two Hundred Division."