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

On January 1944, 1, the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year’s Eve, Chen Feng was standing at the port of a small American city, enjoying the sea breeze.

Two transport ships are about to arrive, and the docks have been blocked by layers of blockades. The transport ships are merchant ships that the Second Army seized from the Japanese when they attacked Mangu. They are loaded with special ores discovered by Heiwa and his team, rich uranium ores, which have been simply purified.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the transport ship arrived, along with a light cruiser as an escort. Just as Chen Feng was watching the people below unloading and loading the cargo, he suddenly heard light footsteps from behind. He was about to turn around but stopped abruptly, waiting for the people behind him to surprise him.

"Guess who I am"?

"Erya"?

wrong.

"San Ya"?

"That's not right, how can there be so many of them?"

"That must be Daya"!

Chen Feng turned around and hugged Daya. His savior had finally come.

"Captain, did you miss me?"

"I think about it every day, especially at night."

"You~bad guy"!

Chen Feng scratched Daya's nose lovingly.

"I thought you were going to spend the New Year in Kangaroo Country. How come you are willing to come back to see me?"

Daya’s pretty face turned slightly red.

"My sisters are all pregnant, and Commander Wang won't let me stay on the ship anymore, saying that I am not allowed to board the ship until I give birth to my babies."

Wang Dalei is a good man! He solved his urgent problem.

"walk home".

"Captain, why don't you watch the unloading? Brother Heiwa said it is very, very important."

"You called me the wrong name. Next time, call him brother. Do you understand? You don't need me to watch the unloading. I'm just worried about whether it can arrive safely."

The jeep started, and Chen Feng pulled Daya to the back seat, followed by two escort trucks.

The three cars rushed along the wide concrete road and arrived at the new house before lunch. Everyone went to the old house to prepare for the New Year. Chen Feng sent the three cars away, opened the lock, pulled Daya into the yard, and then closed the iron gate of the yard.

Daya blushed, having already guessed what the captain was going to do. Even though she had just finished her honeymoon, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Captain, let me take a shower first"!

"Call me husband."

Daya's face was flushed.

"Husband."

Chen Feng picked up Daya and kicked open the door of his room.

"Wash when you're done. I'll wash with you."

There was not even time to turn on the air conditioner. Daya's military uniform was thrown on the chair after a few seconds, and rapid panting came from the bed.

Two hours later, Chen Feng helped Daya to wash up.

"Let's go back to Dad's house for dinner."

"Can you wait a moment? Let me take a break."

Chen Feng brought Daya to his father's yard. Li Yunyan, with a bulging belly, and Song Zihan had an ambiguous look on their faces.

"The convoy returned two hours ago. We have prepared meals for you. Tell me! What did you do in two hours? Hey? Daya girl, what's wrong with your leg?"

"That's right! Sister Yunyan and I were preparing lunch with our big bellies, but when the food was ready, the person disappeared. It's too much!"

Chen Feng hit one of them on the head and it exploded.

"Hurry up and prepare the meal, Daya and I are both hungry and tired."

Dad came out, and Song Zihan and Li Yunyan quickly stopped fighting.

"Daya is back! Haven't you eaten yet? Come into the house and cool down quickly. I'll bring it to you."

"Dad, come on! You talk to Daya."

The two arrogant girls instantly became virtuous daughters-in-law, and their sensible attitudes greatly benefited Chen Weiping.

"You all can't work, go in and cool off quickly. Xiaofeng, come with me and fetch it."

We had a peaceful and harmonious New Year. Now we have two chubby babies, and the New Year celebrations are much more lively than before.

In preparation for the New Year's Festival in Holy Spear City, the Logistics Department prepared a large amount of supplies, producing 200,000 bottles of beer alone.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the guard quietly reported that Weidel had something important to discuss. Chen Feng had just had a drink at Chen Lao's house and was red in the face from drinking, but he still took a car back to the headquarters.

"It's cold, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to disturb you during the New Year."

"It's okay, Mr. Weidel, the New Year is over, is there anything wrong?"

Weidel looked gloomy.

"Leng, to be honest, there was a problem with our attack, and my superior asked me to ask for your advice."

Chen Feng pretended to be confused, but in fact, he was as confused as Ming Jing, and he knew something was wrong long ago! If it weren't for the advanced radar and the strategy he provided, he might have switched from offense to defense.

"Mr. Weidel, can you explain it more clearly? What's going on? Hasn't the attack been going smoothly?"

Weidel looked melancholy. He took out two cigars from the box and gave one to Chen Feng.

"Leng, to be honest, we don't have enough strategic materials. Even if we never stop looting, we can't support all the key factories. The consequences of factory shutdowns are too terrible. It means that with the same consumption, our armaments are getting less and less, while the Eagle Sauce and the Corrupt Countries are getting more and more."

Seeing Chen Feng smoking a cigar in silence, Weidel was obviously a little anxious.

"Leng, please help me come up with some ideas. Just tell me what you need. I'm sure my superior will satisfy you."

Chen Feng shook his head.

"Mr. Weidel, let me think about it. If you have any ideas, I will not be stingy. After all, you have helped me a lot since 1937. If you really can't think of it, don't blame me. As for requests, I won't add insult to injury when my friends are in trouble."

Weidel was somewhat moved. Regardless of whether it was true or not, this sentence deserved respect.

"Okay! Leng, our friend, we sincerely hope you can have a good idea."

Chen Feng left the headquarters, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. Hurry up and research strategic weapons! It is useless to produce those submarines, warships and tanks. The heavy industry of the Eagle Sauce is undergoing transformation. When they succeed in transformation, you will have even less chance. However, we really have to help them find a way to stabilize the situation. After all, the Russian bear still has the strength to march into the Northeast, and the Eagle Sauce does not have much national strength to consume. Especially the British country, which is still thinking about snatching the Strait and the Malay Peninsula from itself, is simply intolerable.

The city is still immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the festival, and the peaceful atmosphere is incompatible with this burning world.

On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, Chen Feng gave Weidel an idea to march into the three Fulun Islands. They should have followed up after the two divisions landed last time, but this time a large-scale landing was required, and it should not be limited to one point or one area.

As for the Russians, we can focus on attacking them. There is no need to fight with the guerrillas and blocking troops for some territory. There are still two or three months before the spring thaw. We must completely destroy their urban system before then. Even if we burn it all down, we will not give them a chance to make a comeback.

In the North Atlantic, we can unconditionally provide a radar upgrade, make a small investment for a big gain, and use submarines to continue to consume the transport ships aided by the United States. We would rather let the supplies and arms sink into the Atlantic than let the ships approach the three Fulan Islands.