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

In the city of Jinan, all those who should be eliminated were eliminated, and those who were not eliminated were hidden. Faced with the fierce and ferocious joint forces of the Second Regiment and the Tiger Regiment, no one dared to come out to resist and die.

In the direction of Liantai Mountain, the cities north of Lincheng on the Jinpu Line urgently dispatched about a regiment of troops, who took a train all the way north and arrived at Liantai Mountain at two in the morning. As expected, there was a bottomless pit on both the railway line and the road.

Xiong Benzhongshan, who was in charge of this support mission, urgently ordered the troops to get off the vehicle. The order had been given from above that they must support Jinan City even if they had to run to their death. Soldiers of a regiment could only set out with light weapons and run along the road. The distance was more than 50 miles, and if nothing unexpected happened, they could reach the destination in more than two hours of forced march, but accidents always catch people off guard.

The company responsible for blasting the Liantaishan railway line determined the marching direction of the Japanese army and had already placed explosives on the road at the foot of Tangwangzhai Mountain. Five blasting points were set up on the 500-meter road, and rocket soldiers were also lying in ambush, ready to fire one round and then run away.

At three o'clock in the morning, the Japanese reinforcements arrived. A regiment ran with the momentum of a division to support the 12th Army Headquarters in Jinan City. I felt excited just thinking about how I was the secret force that would save the city of Jinan.

The team had already ambushed on the hillside 150 meters east of the road. The terrain was all mountains. Xiong Ben Chongshan considered that there might be an ambush, but there was no way to detect or search because time was too tight.

It was discovered that the four Japanese columns had formed a formation of nearly one thousand meters. The blasting point could not cover all the Japanese troops, so the rocket soldiers had to advance five hundred meters, blast the team behind and use rockets to bomb the team in front.

Xiong Benchongshan ran the fastest and kept shouting at the team to speed up. He was actually a little excited when he ran here. Imagine that the Yimeng guerrillas were still cleaning up the battlefield, and he was descending from the sky with more than 3,000 troops. As long as he could hold on to their tails, he would always be able to leave some enemies behind. Maybe he would become famous tonight.

Swish~swish, swish~!

Xiong Benzhongshan shuddered in his heart. Rocket launcher, he had seen this thing before.

"Anti-artillery"!

As soon as he finished speaking, the rocket penetrated the crowd and exploded.

boom! Boom boom boom!

As the rocket exploded, a series of loud noises were heard from behind, and the entire one-kilometer-long road was exploding.

Xiong Benzhongshan was lucky enough to survive, but a shrapnel was embedded in his left arm and blood was gushing out. Ignoring his injury, he drew out his command knife and pointed it at the eastern hillside.

"Counterattack"!

There was wailing on the road, some dead, some wounded. Those who escaped were also dizzy and their heads were dizzy from the explosion. They finally managed to steady themselves and set up machine guns to fire eastward.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck!

The special operations company that launched the surprise attack had already run away, and they didn't even look back after firing the rocket launchers. It didn't matter how many Japanese died, as long as there were a large number of wounded.

Seeing that there was no movement on the eastern hillside, Xiong Benzhongshan shouted to stop shooting and rush to rescue the wounded.

Twenty minutes later, the statistics came out. Of the more than 3,000 soldiers in a regiment, more than 500 were killed, 650 were seriously injured, and more than 800 were slightly injured. Only one battalion was intact. Xiong Ben Zhongshan was caught in a dilemma. If a battalion went to support Jinan City, it would obviously be a delivery, and if the seriously injured were left behind, they would die. There might be an ambush ahead. Xiong Ben Zhongshan could only let the signalman send a telegram requesting tactical guidance. After shouting, the signalman didn't respond. His subordinates reported that the signalman had been killed in the explosion and the radio station was blown to pieces.

There was no other way. We still had to go to Jinan City, and we couldn't abandon the wounded. We might as well take them with us and walk slowly! The enemy would probably retreat by daybreak, and we could find a hospital in time to treat the wounded.

On the northern section of the Jinpu Line, two trains transported two regiments of emergency reinforcements of the Japanese army. It took about eight hours to get from Tianjin to Jinan, and it was dawn when they arrived in Jinan. It was estimated that the enemy had already fled, so they went to collect the bodies and maintain order. As soon as the train arrived in Botou, news came from the northern section of the Jinpu Line in Jinan that the enemy not only blew up the railway line, but also blew up the Luokou Yellow River Railway Bridge in a crazy way. They were in trouble. When they arrived north of the Yellow River in the morning, they could only find a floating bridge to enter the city.

It was four o'clock in the morning. All the units had already returned. The troops in Jinan city also began to retreat. Following the last wave of trucks, the civilians' carrying team had all left. These trucks would drive directly back to the base.

At the South Gate of Jinan, the puppet army camp was ready to retreat. The puppet army camp at the East Gate was also moved to the South Gate. Every puppet soldier actually had a war horse, which was also loaded with supplies and equipment. Some even brought their families. Looking at the puppet soldiers moving like they were moving house, Zhang Liang and Wu Tianxiang, who withdrew from the South Gate together, were speechless.

"Commanders, these are some of our gifts. We hope that you will allow us to retreat with our families and supplies. Don't worry, you two commanders, we will never cause you any trouble."

Wu Tianxiang glanced at the box, which was filled with either ocean dollars or yellow croaker. It seemed that they were afraid that he would rob them of their supplies! He used the ocean dollars to fill his own mouth first.

Zhang Liang waved his hand and said:

"Captain Sun, Captain Xu, there's no need for that. It's up to you how much you can take away. We, the Yimeng guerrillas, keep our word. Don't worry! Go into the mountains and hide for a while before dawn. If the Japanese planes don't come at ten o'clock, you can go to Menglianggu and go with our Second Regiment. Don't worry, with their escort, you will have a smooth journey."

"Thank you, Commander. Thank you, Commander. I'm sorry to have caused you any trouble."

The last wave of trucks left the city, carrying medicines and equipment seized from the Japanese army hospital. Zhang Liang and Wu Tianxiang got on the jeep and waved to the two puppet army battalion commanders.

"Let's go! Hurry into the mountains and hide before dawn."

The puppet troops also set out on the road. They had few family members, and they were all the leaders' family members. They were afraid of revenge from the Japanese, so they had to be taken away. Perhaps they could not go to Menglianggu, but they could just settle down in Mengyin or Pingyi.

"Captain Wu, thank you very much for tonight. I will always remember your support from afar."

On the day the Tiger Regiment was founded, Zhang Liang also revealed his real name. It doesn't matter anymore, as his father has already picked them up secretly and they all went to settle down in Pingyi City. Now the only ones in the Yimeng guerrillas who use code names are probably the captain, the dean, and the second battalion commander of the second regiment. Speak of the devil and he'll appear.

Heiwa jumped off the truck and got into the commander's jeep.

"Captain, I've never sat on it before, let me try something new."

The twenty-year-old Heiwa has completely lost his youthfulness. He is 1.8 meters tall, with tendons all over his body. He is a typical Shandong man, with a scar on his face and bullet holes on his body. He has fought hundreds of battles, big and small, and always led the way. He has the final say in the Second Battalion of the Second Regiment. The combat effectiveness of an ordinary battalion is comparable to that of a special operations battalion. The name is right. He is getting darker and darker. He is cold, mature and steady, but he is not very reliable when he meets acquaintances. Zhang Liang, sitting in the co-pilot, teased:

"Second Battalion Commander, just bring your parents over. I almost call out your name every time I see you."

"Brother Zhang, it's almost over. We'll be almost done after this battle. The Japanese army has lost two divisions and they probably don't have the ability to attack our base anymore. The captain said that he will go back to pick up people once the base is stabilized."