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

When the retreating Japanese troops approached within 200 meters, dozens of machine guns at the back opened fire. Dozens of fire chains completely blocked the road and the narrow areas on both sides of the road. The retreating Japanese soldiers felt deep despair.

The Japanese division commander Okazaki Kawayo lay on the road, anxiously ordering the radio to call for air support. The continuous explosions left the signalmen with no chance to operate. Seeing that the signalmen were killed one after another, Okazaki Kawayo ordered the guard military police to rush into the minefield to open a death line and rush into the green bushes for fifty or sixty meters to create conditions for the radiomen to send messages.

Ten minutes later, the Japanese air force took off from the aircraft carrier and was expected to reach the designated battlefield in half an hour. Iijima Shojiro felt that something was wrong. The division advancing in the east was ambushed, so what about the division in the west? Iijima Shojiro ordered the signalman to send a telegram to inquire. Before the telegram was sent out, the signalman's telegram with a sad face came.

"General, Siachi's attack sequence has also been ambushed. The situation is extremely critical. Please request quick support from the air force, otherwise we will not be able to hold out for an hour."

"Nani"?

Iijima Shojiro felt his scalp tingling, two divisions! Although each division only had 18,000 troops, it was still two divisions, the Holy Spear Regiment, who on earth was that?

When the Japanese air force arrived, the battles on both sides were nearing their end. The road had been dyed red, and the green bushes on both sides of the road had been bombed bare. It was a sight to behold. There were only corpses and wounded people. There were no targets that needed bombing, but there was absolutely no problem in bombing the high ground at both ends of the road.

Inside the bunker, the soldiers of the Holy Lance had already put on gas masks and wrapped themselves tightly in the hot weather. As soon as the Japanese planes passed over Banda City, the walkie-talkies here received the information and they were fully prepared.

Buzz! Buzz!

In order to test the quality of the bunker, the Holy Lance Regiment released the first three waves of bombers. Dozens of bombs exploded, but there was only a strong vibration inside the bunker, and the bunker did not change at all.

"Prepare all anti-aircraft firepower and attack with all your strength when the next wave of planes dive down."

Seeing that the Holy Lance Regiment had no power to fight back, the Japanese pilots all relaxed their vigilance and dived down one after another to prepare for precise bombing.

Da da da da da da!

Dozens of anti-aircraft fire emitted tracers, interweaving to meet the diving bombers.

boom! Boom boom boom!

They are all large-caliber bullets. One bullet is enough to blow up a plane as long as it hits the belly of the plane. Even if it doesn't hit the vital part, it can still severely damage the enemy plane.

The Japanese army lost five waves of bombers in succession. The remaining ones did not dare to move forward and dropped bombs at high altitude and flew away.

The Holy Spear Regiment began to clean up the battlefield. The remaining Japanese troops gathered in twos and threes, using the bodies of their own kind as shelters, setting up light machine guns and rifles in an attempt to resist desperately. However, when the Holy Spear Regiment walked out of the shelter with rocket launchers, the remaining Japanese were desperate. What a familiar scene! Some veterans remembered the difficult years of encirclement and suppression in the Yimeng Mountains. Rocket launchers! Although the whole world is using them, there is no research in our country. I don’t know if it is really because of poverty and resource depletion, or because the first to use this thing was the Yimeng guerrillas who used cold guns.

boom! Boom boom boom!

With rocket launchers and AK-47 rifles, members of the Holy Spear were cleaning up the escaped fish on the slippery road. Some of them also hid in the bushes on both sides, as if they were planning to wait for the enemy to get very close before shooting them. However, the soldiers of the Holy Spear would never conduct manual reconnaissance for fear of losing bullets, as they would be punished. A volley of AK-47 bullets would turn any evil spirits into wandering ghosts.

Shojiro Iijima has become a complete loser. The two Type B divisions have not been cleaned up yet, and he was asked to return to the base camp to explain the problem, because the attack on Holy Spear Castle was entirely Shojiro Iijima's personal plan. He thought he would report after he had conquered the city, but he didn't expect that he had completely capsized in the gutter, and the situation was irreversible.

If the retreat of a regiment last time made the Japanese army alert to the Holy Spear Regiment, then this time it completely highlighted the point. In addition to the mysterious troops in the Pegu Mountains, another terrifying team appeared. It is better to meet them than to hear about them, and it is better to fight a battle than to meet them. How can you know that the opponent is so tough without fighting once?

The South Seas are too big, and the Japanese feel that it is a complete waste of manpower and resources to get entangled with an armed force like the Holy Spear Corps. The Eagle Sauce and the British will definitely not give up, so it is better to keep the manpower and force to deal with these Western devils who are ready to make a move. Now it is becoming increasingly difficult to recruit soldiers, and all the adults have gone to the battlefield. Now the Type B divisions have many veterans and child soldiers over the age of 50. It was all because of that damn cold gun that directly and indirectly caused the Japanese Empire to lose hundreds of thousands of troops. Otherwise, why would it be like this!

On the battlefield near the small town of Meilun, the soldiers were already cleaning up. The first thing they had to do was to clear the mines. Without clearing the mines, they wouldn't dare to get close to the green bushes on both sides of the road. Fortunately, it was relatively simple to go around and start clearing the mines at the back, as each soldier who laid the mines was familiar with his own area.

The battle ended at noon. It took three hours just to clear the mines. In fact, the width of the minefield was only about 180 meters. As long as the Japanese gathered and rushed out, they could have rushed out. Unfortunately, the artillery fire was too frequent. The frequent shells were like the scythe of the god of death hanging on the heads of the Japanese. Seeing their fellow soldiers being blown to pieces by mines, no one dared to try the mines themselves.

After the mine clearance was completed, a large number of people from Holy Spear City came and were paid to help deal with the corpses. The bodies they searched were their own, and each person was also given ten yuan in new currency.

People were digging, dragging, shoveling with iron shovels and transporting in bamboo baskets. Both sides of the road were busy. The pits here had not been filled yet. Shen Zhong and Xiao Hulu came with a group of young men, bringing carts of quicklime and disinfectant. Through severe punishment and careful teaching, plague prevention has been engraved in the bones of everyone in Holy Spear City.

Although a large part of a division's Japanese equipment was destroyed, it was still quite valuable. Even some scrap metal could be taken back to the arsenal or machinery factory for recycling.

It was getting dark, and there was strength in numbers. The wreckage of the Japanese army was basically cleaned up, covered with lime and then a thick layer of soil. The road was splashed with clean water, and finally a group of young people wearing masks sprinkled disinfectant. It would be repaired in a few days. Although it was a hard cement road, it was still riddled with holes from the endless artillery bombardment.

The Holy Spear Regiment looked down on the Japanese equipment and only kept the cannons and shells of various calibers, and did not want the rest. Shen Zhong and Xiao Hulu had to organize people to transport all of them back to Holy Spear City. The two half-grown kids had been with Chen Guoqing for a while and had developed some organizational skills.

"Brother Zhong, do you think we can apply for a pistol?"

"What, are you jealous?"

The little gourd chuckled:

"Brother Zhong, who doesn't want to look majestic with a gun? Yaya brings the wooden gun made by my father to the vegetable garden every day."