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

Keiichi Kumagai ordered the attack to continue, this time breaking out from the east. A regiment of infantrymen took off their shirts, tied white cloth on their heads and launched a desperate charge to the east. It was the same formula and the same taste as before. There was still some hope of entering the bayonet fight, but when three hundred submachine gunners arrived, each with two magazines, the stormtroopers' hopes were extinguished.

Keiichi Kumagai gave up, it was useless. The cold gun must be watching the battle from below, and flares were being fired all the time. No movement could escape his eyes. Such a firepower configuration was rare not only in the Chinese battlefield, but also in the world's battlefield!

"Send orders to each unit, and convey the message to every warrior, to lie down and shoot to resist. Tell them that the cold-shooting team will not take prisoners, and any act of surrender is stupid and dirty."

After giving the order, Kumagai Keiichi sat down on the top of the mountain and closed his eyes silently. He had only been in the 15th Division for a few months! Was he leading the 15th Division to a dead end? When he retreated here in the afternoon, he was still thinking about taking down the positions of the Yimeng guerrillas by bombing tomorrow. How stupid and naive! How could they tolerate the 15th Division to wait until dawn to continue the attack? Perhaps yesterday's ambush at Wujingkou was just to delay time until dark!

"General, do you want to send a farewell message?"

Kumagai Keiichi almost got angry and suddenly sighed:

"Send it! Don't be like the 34th Division, which was destroyed and no news was sent out. Send a telegram to Commander Tada Shun of the North China Expeditionary Army. Our troops have been subjected to endless artillery harassment since leaving Teng County. When we arrived at Huangcaomu Mountain, we had lost 90% of our artillery fire. We lost all our small-caliber artillery in the attack on Huangcaomu Mountain. That night, the main force of the Yimeng Guerrillas surrounded our troops and launched a general attack at nine o'clock in the evening. There is no hope for our troops to break out, so we decide to defend the nameless hill to the death until the last brave warrior dies."

"In addition, please ask the headquarters to pay attention to the firepower structure of the Yimeng guerrillas. Without artillery support, our troops will be completely unable to fight back."

After dealing with the charging Japs, all the troops continued to press forward. Without the support of the semi-finished trenches, the Japanese could only lie on the ground and fight back. Their machine guns could not be fired for a few seconds before they were ruthlessly slaughtered by anti-aircraft machine guns. Although the Japanese had the advantage in numbers, the gap in firepower was too great. They began to move their positions hundreds of meters at a time. The submachine guns were useless, but the assault team members were not idle. They used the iron shovels and sacks of soil they carried with them to set up positions for the rocket soldiers and machine gunners.

The Japanese were very stubborn. Without any orders from above, small groups of troops started to charge towards the front line, but it was useless. Even the reserve troops were not needed. Facing the three-dimensional attack, any charge would be futile.

Just one and a half hours after the battle began, the team began to besiege the nameless hill. After extreme compression, the hill of dozens of acres was densely packed with Japs. Fearing that the Japs would swarm down, anti-aircraft machine guns and commandos set up a simple position one hundred meters at the foot of the mountain. Bazookas fired a burst of rockets to suppress the foot of the mountain, and machine guns began to fire from the bottom up.

The artillery built a position one thousand meters behind the original position. This location was just right. If they moved forward, it would be easy to fire the shells over the top of the mountain. After a brief rest, the artillery opened fire.

Nearly 300 mortars from three regiments fired 20 rounds at the mountain from all directions at high speed. In just two minutes, 6,000 shells exploded in the extreme space. The mountain was shaking violently. It was an unprecedented massacre.

boom!

A dull explosion sounded, and the ground on the mountain and below shook violently as if an earthquake occurred. A ball of fire mixed with black smoke shot straight into the sky. The mortar shells and infantry artillery shells piled up like a hill by the Japanese army exploded, and the fire raged on half of the mountain. The attacking troops on the west side quickly lowered their heads and lay down, in case they were hit by the explosion, they would be either killed or injured.

After the explosion, the mountain was filled with wailing, ghosts howling and wolves howling like hell on earth. The guerrillas felt a little soft-hearted, but immediately shook off the inexplicable thoughts in their heads. The captain said that whenever you feel sorry for the Japanese, just think about the Nanjing Massacre and the Japanese army's inhumane bacteria experiments. If you still feel sorry for them, then shoot yourself! Such people don't deserve to live in this land full of vicissitudes.

The remaining Japanese soldiers began to curse Keiichi Kumagai, saying it was all because of this idiot. Why did the headquarters send him to command the 15th Division?

The anti-aircraft machine gun extended its fire, but only hit two-thirds of the hillside. If it went any higher, the bullets would overflow the hillside. The captain repeatedly emphasized that the heavy machine gun has a type of shooting called high-altitude parabolic strike, and the bullets can also kill people when they fall.

The rocket soldiers cleared the way, firing submachine guns. Just when they had climbed one-third of the way up, the team members felt their feet were wet. Looking down, they saw blood all over their feet. In some places, the blood had gathered into small rivers.

The Japanese army threw grenades downwards frantically, but despite the difference in terrain, the grenades could not reach the commandos.

The rocket soldiers stopped shooting, but the commandos continued firing, and the reserve troops on all sides also came up. One hundred meters was set as the safe distance. If they moved beyond one hundred meters, they had to clear the ground with submachine guns every twenty meters.

There were continuous explosions on the hilltop. Many Japanese soldiers could not stand this atmosphere. Seeing that they had no chance of dying together, they gathered in groups of three or five, and hugged each other tightly after detonating grenades.

The commandos humanely gave these desperate devils some time. Two minutes later, the sound of explosions subsided sharply and the commandos continued to charge forward.

At 11:20, just two hours and twenty minutes after the battle began, the Yimeng guerrillas successfully attacked the top of the mountain. The lights were lit up in the sky, illuminating the scene on the top of the mountain. Many members couldn't stand it anymore, bent over and began to vomit violently. It was too disgusting. Did they have to die in such an embarrassing way? Did they have to disgust others after they died? Red, white, pink, green, colorful, which bastard fired the flare? This scene will probably follow me for the rest of my life. I can't eat meat for a week.

Tada Shun had not slept all night. He was dejected when he received the farewell message from Kumagai Keiichi. Two divisions were gone, and the new one was a Type A division. Was the cold gun so cruel? He knew about the rocket launcher, anti-aircraft machine gun and submachine gun, and he also knew about the 60 mortar. Was it so terrible when they were combined?

There were only two Type B divisions left in the east. They had no heavy artillery, no armored vehicles or tanks, and very few mortars. Although the New Fourth Division was not as famous as the Yimeng Guerrillas, it was in the same boat with the Yimeng Guerrillas. Would Shen Honglie miss this rare opportunity? Tada Shun was in a dilemma. Should he let them break out desperately? There were ships to pick them up on the beach. As long as they ran to the beach, they would be safe.

After careful consideration, Tada Shun gave up this idea. It would be a disaster to escape in the middle of the night and face the New Fourth Division, which was familiar with the terrain and special operations. Forget it, let them continue to defend in place! The New Fourth Division was always inferior to the Yimeng Guerrillas.