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

In the Kuomintang camp at night, many people were still awake. The Japanese would launch an attack tomorrow morning at the latest. By then, countless people would be killed in the planes, artillery and tanks, and countless people would rush forward with explosives to blow up the tanks. The Sichuan Army was fearless, but they did not want to die under planes and artillery. Even if they were stabbed to death by the Japanese with swords and bayonets, it was much better than having their limbs blown away by the explosion.

Lu Benzhong is a Sichuan boy. Although he is only seventeen years old, he has participated in five battles. From Songhu to Shanxi, and from Shanxi to here, he has traveled across most of China. Lu Benzhong has killed five Japanese soldiers. Three of them were shot to death by himself, one was killed by his own grenade, and the other was killed by his own sword in a bayonet fight. Half of his head was chopped off. Yesterday, during the mobilization before the battle, his superiors rewarded him with five dollars and used him as an example to inspire everyone's morale. Lu Benzhong was not excited about receiving the reward. Although he was young, he had a lot of experience. He knew that the closer the battle, the better the food and the more money he would get. Sure enough, last night and today, the team ate flower steamed buns and cabbage. There was even some fat in the cabbage. Looking at his comrades who were eating sweetly, Lu Benzhong smiled bitterly. Tomorrow, there would probably be only a few of his soldiers left at the forefront of the position by evening.

Suddenly, there was a sound of explosion in the rear of the Japanese army. The sound was not loud, it should be a grenade. It seemed that a small group of troops attacked the rear of the devils. Ever since a team killed Japanese Lieutenant General Nakajima Rongji in Xiaoxue Village, Liangxiadian, there were more guerrillas in the rear, but most of them did not achieve anything. The devils were not fools, and the commander would not wander around looking for ambushes every day.

Suddenly, a ball of fire appeared on the hillside in the distance. It was very clear even from a distance of nearly ten miles. Lu Benzhong opened his eyes wide. This was definitely not the explosion of a grenade. Even the explosion of a pack of dynamite would not be like this. The fire continued to come. After more than ten fires, the explosion came late. Lu Benzhong's ears were tinnitus from the explosion of the shells. Hearing this horrible sound, he became excited and shouted to the recruit next to him:

Someone must have attacked the Japanese ammunition depot. It's wonderful, so wonderful. I just don't know if they can escape. If I knew who it was, I would definitely worship him as my master.

Seeing that the new recruits were also excited, Lu Benzhong continued:

I don't know how much the shells destroyed, I hope they destroyed more of the big shells! It's so uncomfortable to be bombarded.

Chen Feng and the commando team had already left the artillery position far away, preparing to rest for a while and then move in the night. The commandos were all panting, but they looked very excited. They didn't quite understand the value of those cannons. They only knew that they won the first battle against the Japanese devils and killed many of them. Several of them looked at the captain Chen Feng with admiration. Li Ergou's eyes were filled with tears, and he suddenly knelt down in front of Chen Feng:

Captain Lengqiang, thank you, thank you so much. I, Li Ergou, no, I, Sniper God, have finally avenged my parents. From now on, Sniper God will not fear life or death and will follow the captain to fight the Japs, even if I bleed and sacrifice, I will have no complaints.

Chen Feng helped Li Ergou up:

We’ll talk about this later. Take some time to rest and we’ll move on in five minutes.

Li Ergou gave himself the code name "Sniper God", a name he came up with after several days of careful consideration. Ever since he learned about sniping, he has liked this tactic very much and he wishes he could become a master of shooting immediately and become a sniper god that the enemy would tremble in fear of.

Chen Feng knew the depression in Li Ergou's heart. He had been thinking about revenge for his parents in Qingdao. After joining the commando team, he trained very hard, which made Chen Feng and his teammates tremble in their hearts. This was a ruthless man. He was ruthless to himself and wanted to be even more ruthless to the Japanese devils. Now that he had wiped out an artillery battalion, his feelings were finally released. They had even more respect and admiration for Chen Feng and the Lone Wolf Commando.

Before dawn in the morning, the commandos successfully returned to the previous hilltop, where the view was very good and they could observe the ever-changing battlefield.

After the team members replenished their ammunition and explosives, they took turns to rest. Three people slept at a time, and three people were on guard in three directions. Chen Feng asked everyone to hide and kept observing the movements on the battlefield. It was bright at around seven o'clock, and the Japanese began to bombard, but the movement was not loud. They were all Type 92 infantry guns and mortars. The Kuomintang positions were filled with smoke.

At exactly eight o'clock, a roar was heard in the northern sky. Planes were coming. More than ten planes broke through the clouds and bombarded the Kuomintang positions. The Kuomintang positions began to suffer heavy casualties. After a round of bombing, the Kuomintang positions were in a mess. It was observed through the telescope that the Japanese had begun to attack, with more than ten armored vehicles and tanks in front, and dense Japanese soldiers following behind, advancing towards the Kuomintang positions.

The Kuomintang positions opened fire, obviously not understanding the defense of tanks and armored vehicles. Countless bullets were fired at the armored vehicles, but to no avail. Finally, someone rushed out of the trench with cluster grenades and explosive packs, but was killed by the machine guns on the tanks and armored vehicles. The soldiers behind them continued to fight bravely, fearless of death. Finally, someone approached the tank with an explosive pack, pulled it open and rolled over. With a bang, black smoke billowed out of the tank. The mortar opened fire at the Japanese soldiers behind the tank, adjusted the shooting parameters in advance, and waited for the infantry to reach the position before firing at high speed. The Japanese soldiers behind the tanks and armored vehicles were very dense, and they were screaming in pain for a while.

Before they attacked the position, they had lost two tanks and a armored vehicle. The Japanese retreated and there was a cheer in the Kuomintang position. Fortunately, this group of Sichuan troops were fearless and blocked the first wave of Japanese attacks.

An hour later, the Japanese attacked again. It seemed that they wanted to take down the enemy in one go this time. The tanks were still in the front, and countless Japanese were separated in the rear and on both sides. Seeing that there were at least half a battalion of Japanese, the National Army positions opened fire. Knowing that bullets could not penetrate the tanks, they braved all kinds of artillery to fire at the gaps between the tanks. The suicide squad members could not blow up the tanks either. The Japanese had very good marksmanship and were often shot dead as soon as they got out of the trenches.

After more than 20 minutes, the tanks rushed towards the first trench. The Kuomintang army in the second trench suppressed the Japanese soldiers following the tanks with machine guns. The Japanese soldiers were killed and wounded and hurriedly hid behind the tanks. The Kuomintang suicide squad appeared, climbed out of the trench, stuffed the explosive packs into the bottom of the tanks, pulled the ignition, and quickly rolled into the trench. Bursts of explosions were heard, and more than half of the ten tanks were destroyed. The rest hurriedly retreated. The Japanese soldiers were beaten back again, and there were only a few Kuomintang soldiers left in a trench.

Chen Feng observed the situation on the battlefield and believed that the most serious casualties to the National Army were caused by various artillery pieces, including Type 92 artillery, tank artillery, and mortars. They often fired into the trenches with one shot, causing heavy casualties. Seeing that the Japanese were still preparing to attack, Chen Feng continued to observe and decided that he had to find a way, otherwise the National Army would not last more than two days.

The Japanese army rested for two hours at noon, and launched two waves of attacks in the afternoon, but they were both beaten back by the fearless Sichuan Army. The last wave even involved hand-to-hand combat. The first trench was lost, and hundreds of sword-wielding soldiers jumped out of the second trench. More than half of them were killed or wounded in half an hour, but they also chopped off a lot of Japanese heads, drove the Japanese back, and occupied the first trench again.

Seeing that the Japanese army would not launch an attack today, the team members had all rested well. Asking the team members to continue observing the Japanese army's movements and making miniature explosive packs, Chen Feng crawled into the grass hole and prepared to have a good rest. They must take action at night. If they continued to fight like this, the Japanese army would break through the defense line by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.