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

Chen Feng rested for two hours and suddenly woke up. The sun had set and it was getting dark. He climbed up the high ridge and found that only Zhang Liang and Liu Caiyun were observing the enemy situation. The others were on guard. Seeing that the captain had woken up, Zhang Liang quickly reported the enemy situation. There had been basically no changes since the last withdrawal, but more than ten trucks came from behind and the Japanese lifted many boxes of heavy items from the trucks.

Chen Feng's heart sank, it must be the shells, it seems the Japanese's logistics have caught up. He asked Zhang Liang where the Japanese stored the new supplies. In the hazy night, he saw through the telescope that it was a col. Chen Feng's eyes lit up. This terrain was very good and conducive for the commandos to launch an attack. Zhang Liang said that the Japanese's defense there was very tight, with at least more than a hundred people around. Chen Feng was not worried and did not plan to take everyone with him tonight.

A few people gathered together to eat some dry food. There was not much pork head meat left, but fortunately the weather was cold and it had not gone bad. Each person got two pieces and finished the dry food with it. Then they drank some water and that was considered their dinner.

Chen Feng changed into the clothes of the Japanese invaders, led six people down the hill and took all the supplies with him. Regardless of whether they could succeed tonight, they had to change their location. It was more than four kilometers away from the place where the Japanese invaders' artillery shells were stored, and there were Japanese invaders everywhere. The team moved forward quickly. The weather was good tonight and the moonlight was bright, but it brought some troubles to the commandos. If they were not careful, they would be exposed. The team reached a place five hundred meters away from the place where the artillery shells were stored and could not move anymore. Patrols and sentries began to appear in front. He asked the six people to prepare for the response. Chen Feng continued to move forward. The six commandos wanted to join the attack with the captain, but were sternly stopped by Chen Feng. Their current skills were not enough to carry out such a thrilling mission. Once exposed, the life and death of the team members would be a small matter. If more than a hundred tons of artillery shells were all smashed on the position tomorrow morning, the Japanese invaders would just wait to pick up heads.

When there were still 200 meters away from the shell accumulation point, Chen Feng could not walk anymore. After the loss of heavy artillery last night, Lai Guqi specifically emphasized the importance of night defense. The Chinese military must have one or several special teams for raiding. Lai Guqi led the team to deduce the destruction of the heavy artillery battalion last night, and determined that it was definitely not something that an ordinary guerrilla team could do. He asked all troops and logistics to strengthen their vigilance, and if the sneak attack was successful again, all responsible personnel would commit suicide by cutting their stomachs collectively.

Chen Feng hid in a dry ditch, his eyes like a hawk, patiently scanning the surrounding prey. The voices of the devils reached his ears clearly, and he analyzed the situation on the scene. These devils were all logistics soldiers, belonging to Lai Guqi's brigade. There were a total of 300 people, half of whom had come with the troops before, and the more than 100 people were specially responsible for transporting various artillery shells. Chen Feng moved forward a few dozen meters, and the whispered conversation between two Japanese soldiers caught Chen Feng's attention:

Qianqijun, is the attack on the front line not going well? Why is the brigade commander like a life-threatening person, sending three telegrams a day? Otherwise, we are still living happily in Zoucheng.

Who said it wasn't? Didn't you see that the military police were sent down? When unloading in the afternoon, I heard that the three trucks of 150mm shells were useless. The heavy artillery battalion was completely wiped out last night, and it seemed that only a few dozen wounded were left.

What? All twelve howitzers are gone? Are they a bunch of idiots? No wonder they won't allow the 150mm shells to be unloaded.

Mr. Ozawa, please keep your voice down. It will be troublesome if the military police hear us. They are always hanging around nearby. If they catch anyone who dares to sleep secretly, they will beat them up. Don't make any noise. They are coming.

Chen Feng noticed a Japanese soldier coming and hid himself immediately. He noticed that the military police was different from other soldiers. He wore a wide-brimmed hat and had white cloth wrapped around his arms. He walked to the two sentries and stopped. He scolded the two men to stand guard seriously and pay attention to everything around them, and then left.

Chen Feng noticed the direction of the military police. He had been listening for more than an hour. He stopped pretending and had to come clean. After all, he was wearing a Japanese military uniform, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He stood up, avoided the sight of the two sentries and followed the direction of the military police. When he met a sentry on the way, they saw the sergeant Chen Feng's clothes and saluted. Chen Feng had a grim look on his face and followed the military police into the tent.

There were three gendarmes in the tent, two of them were sleeping soundly with their clothes on. The gendarme who had just entered heard the noise behind him and was a little annoyed. It would be bad if people saw gendarmes sleeping, so he turned around and looked at Chen Feng, who was a sergeant, and whispered:

Baka, what’s the matter?

Chen Feng pointed at the sleeping gendarme behind him, and the moment the gendarme turned around, he covered his mouth and twisted his neck. The other two gendarmes were still snoring, and Chen Feng took care of them in an instant. He took off the gendarme's clothes and put them on himself, stuffed the three of them into the quilt, and walked out leisurely. No matter where he went, there were sounds of "stand at attention". He walked around the area of ​​several hundred square meters, and found out who were patrolling and on guard. He returned to the gendarme tent, looked at the three dead bodies on the bed, and silently thought about how to detonate the shells. He only had three grenades and three miniature explosive packs on his waist. It would be difficult to destroy them all without a reasonable layout.

The tent was very quiet. No one liked the military police, and no one came to offend the military police. Chen Feng thought of the conversation between the two sentries just now. There were three trucks of howitzer shells that had not been unloaded. His eyes lit up and he decided to do something with them. Taking advantage of the patrol, he sneaked under a row of cars without anyone noticing and stuffed miniature explosive packs under the cars. Fearing that the power was not enough, he unscrewed the fuel tank caps of all the cars. Three fuses were taken out and buried with sand to ensure that they could burn and prevent the flames from being seen by the sentries. The heads of the fuses were tied together and would explode one minute after being ignited. Three booby traps were set at the end of the fuse to prevent the Japs from destroying the fuse.

Everything is ready. We just need to wait for the patrol to pass by and then we can light the fire. It is also very dangerous for us. Once an explosion occurs, it will be a devastating event. It is a question whether we can escape within a minute. When Chen Feng came, he noticed that there was an earthen mound 250 meters away. As long as he got under the mound, there should be no danger.

It was time to test their luck and strength. As soon as a patrol team passed by, Chen Feng lit the fuse, which burned rapidly. Fortunately, the sentries were facing the outer defense and could not notice the situation under the car at all. Chen Feng strode towards his teammates. The sentry saw Chen Feng and thought that the military police were going to relieve themselves. In thirty seconds, Chen Feng quickly moved seventy or eighty meters. The Japanese finally felt that something was wrong with Chen Feng. Chen Feng pulled up his pants and shouted in Japanese:

Baka, I can’t hold it anymore.

Then he ran away with his trousers lifted up, causing a burst of muffled laughter from the group of sentries. There were not many opportunities to make fun of these bastard gendarmes.

But I increasingly felt that something was not right. Did this dog gendarme have to run so far just to relieve himself?

Suddenly a devil shouted:

Cars, bombs.

All the Japanese soldiers looked towards the car. A few sentries who were close to the car did not dare to hesitate and quickly ran towards the car. No one paid attention to Chen Feng who had a stomachache.

Chen Feng used the last thirty seconds to sprint nearly two hundred meters and finally escaped from the danger zone. Hearing the shouts of the Japanese soldiers behind him, he knew that an explosion was about to occur. Seeing the earthen ridge in front of him, he shouted to his teammates:

hidden!

He leaped down the embankment and quickly stuck to it to prepare for defense.

The grenade went off, the Japanese triggered the trip mine, then the explosive pack and the fuel tank exploded, and then there was a loud bang, the howitzer shell exploded. Chen Feng huddled under the embankment and trembled, fearing that a shell would explode and he would be left with broken limbs.

There were continuous explosions. First, three cars loaded with shells exploded. The flying shrapnel hit the shell boxes elsewhere, causing a chain explosion. There were more than ten cars of various shells, and the power was imaginable. The earthen wall where Chen Feng was located was about to collapse, and large chunks of soil fell, almost burying Chen Feng.

During the interval between explosions, Chen Feng crawled out from the soil, ignoring the buzzing ears, and ran desperately towards his teammates.

The six members of the commando team hid in the ditch quickly after hearing Chen Feng's warning. They were also shaken by the violent explosion. When they heard the explosion became lighter, they quickly stuck their heads out and aimed at the direction of the explosion. Their mission was to provide support. When they saw a man wearing Japanese clothes running towards them, they knew it must be Chen Feng, so they immediately aimed behind Chen Feng and quickly killed anyone who was chasing them.

Chen Feng ran to the position of his teammates. There was no pursuit. There was only screaming in the firelight. Chen Feng was excited and shouted:

retreat!

The team put away their guns and quickly left the battlefield along the predetermined route.