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

"Let's go up the mountain! Can we see the legendary tunnel? If it's kept secret, forget it."

"Uncle, the tunnel is indeed kept secret from many people, but definitely not from you. Please go in! The tunnel is used less and less now. If the Japanese don't attack in a few years, it will probably be abandoned."

Lu Feihu and the special forces team were waiting at the foot of the mountain. The mountain road was rugged, and he wanted to help a few people up the mountain, but he didn't expect to be collectively rejected by them.

"Thank you, young man. Although I am old, I still refuse to admit defeat. The Japanese soldiers have climbed this hillside. I want to experience it from the perspective of the Japanese soldiers. Now I am old, otherwise I would have to ask you to hold the gun."

Chen Feng waved to Lu Feihu, and Lu Feihu followed with the special forces team to prevent any emergencies.

When they reached the open area, they were surprised. There were lush vegetation in other places, but it was bare here. There were rusty iron boxes everywhere on the ground, and there were several obvious trenches.

"Uncle, when we defended Mengshan before, we eliminated the Japanese in this open area. The iron boxes were used for warning, and they would make a sound when the Japanese climbed up. Those trenches were also dug by the Japanese. We lost several thousand troops for these trenches."

Chen Jiageng squatted down and stroked the rotten wooden boards on the trench. Some logs were still stuck in the trench. The surroundings were buried, and there were even mushrooms growing on the tops of the logs. Looking up from here, the bushes covered the mountain and he could not see anything clearly, but it seemed as if countless eyes were staring at him. If he was really a Japanese devil, perhaps countless machine guns were already aiming at him!

Chen Guoqing's eyes were blurred, as if he saw densely packed Japs charging, with machine gun bullets pouring down like buckets. No matter how many Japs there were, they could not charge forward. Groups of Japs were shot to death, some rolled down, some slid down, and the entire open area became a river of blood, like hell on earth.

After getting familiar with the open area, several people continued to climb. The sun rose higher and the weather became hotter and hotter. When they entered the tunnel, they suddenly felt refreshed. It was so cool and there was a light breeze. They didn't feel stuffy at all.

"Uncle, this is the largest machine gun bunker."

Chen Jiageng took the lead and walked in. The bunker was very large, with four machine guns inside. They looked like foreign products. Chen Feng introduced them to the others:

"This is a double defense bunker facing the open area and the sky, equipped with four heavy machine guns, a German-made MG42 anti-aircraft machine gun and an American-made large-caliber heavy machine gun in a group. One group defends the open area, and the other group defends against bombers and combat dives."

Chen Guoqing couldn't wait to grasp the handle of the large-caliber heavy machine gun, and a rattling sound came from his mouth. This behavior was not like that of a twenty-year-old entrepreneur, but more like that of a naughty child. Chen Jiageng smiled and said nothing. A man's death is determined by his youth. He himself wanted to go up and try the feeling of hiding in a bunker and using anti-aircraft machine guns and large-caliber heavy machine guns to fight the Japanese. Just thinking about that feeling made him feel satisfied.

After viewing the tunnel system, several people were amazed. There were not only anti-aircraft machine guns and large-caliber heavy machine guns, mortars, infantry guns, 75mm mountain guns, 75mm field guns, but also various types of guns. Two 150mm howitzers that had never been shown to outsiders were also exposed for the first time. Cooking could be done in the tunnel, and there was running water pulled in bamboo tubes. There were also gas masks on some wooden shelves. It seemed that they were planning for a long-term siege!

At the end of the tunnel is the field hospital. Now it is summer, and the hospital has moved back to the cave on the north slope of the mountain. The cave, which is warm in winter and cool in summer, is brightly lit. Several generators run in turns 24 hours a day. The cave is completely separated, with seriously injured patients staying in single rooms and lightly injured patients staying in the hall.

Some people whose injuries are almost healed gathered together to play chess and cards. It didn't seem like they were recuperating, but more like they were on vacation.

"Xiaofeng, how many soldiers are left injured? Have you left a way out for them?"

Chen Feng felt a little touched. Most people would not ask this question as it would easily offend others and create embarrassment. Only those who really did not regard him as an outsider would care.

"Don't worry, uncle. Those who can join the war will continue to do so. Those who cannot will be given priority in training new recruits. Those who cannot lead troops will serve as guards in the caravan. Those with serious injuries will settle down in Dawa and grow some vegetables to support themselves. We will purchase them at high prices in the mountains, and can ensure that your family will have no worries about food and clothing."

Tan Kah Kee patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, smiling brightly:

"Not bad, really good, you are a hero."

I don’t know what Lao Chen’s understanding of a hero is. He killed so many Japanese devils but he wasn’t called a hero, but here he is called a hero.

Zhuang Xiyan looked at the conditions of several wounded soldiers and followed behind and asked:

"Are you guerrillas paid?"

"Uncle Zhuang, it's given out. Each person gets two dollars a month. When they come, they get twenty dollars as a resettlement allowance. If they die, they get another twenty dollars as a pension. When the team gives out rewards, the families of the sacrificed members will not be left out."

Zhuang Xiyan and Li Qingquan both gave a thumbs up, and Zhuang Xiyan then asked:

"If we send it out like this, will it be too much of a burden? Is there anything I can help with?"

Here it comes, the highlight is here, these people will not just come for a look, they really want to provide support. Chen Feng does not want to lend a hand, the road is still long, he cannot walk on a narrow path, but he cannot refuse too directly, otherwise it will be embarrassing.

"There are no difficulties for the time being. We have killed quite a lot of Japanese soldiers, and Chongqing often gives us rewards. We also often ask the Japanese for protection fees. We target Qingdao, Jinan, Haizhou, wherever the Japanese soldiers are rich, and we rob and run away. After several times, we have made a lot of money. We also imported some arms in the beginning, but buying them is not a long-term solution. We are now starting to develop the military and pharmaceutical industries. The pharmaceutical industry has begun to make profits, and there will be breakthroughs in military manufacturing soon. I believe we will be self-sufficient soon."

"Also, just before you arrived, some national entrepreneurs in the Japanese-occupied areas began to contact us, and building a factory has been put on the agenda. As long as the industry develops well, it will be a guarantee for us to survive, both for the common people and for our Yimeng guerrillas."

Tan Kah Kee had already paid enough attention to the young people in front of him, but he found that he still did not pay enough attention. With such a forward-looking vision, he did not seem like a young man in his twenties, but rather like a great strategist.

After touring the field hospital, Chen Feng brought a few people to the conference room cave. Before entering the door, he glanced at Lu Feihu. Lu Feihu turned around and arranged for alert, the highest level of alert. Even himself, the dean, and Li Yunyan were not allowed to approach the cave.

Chen Guoqing, who was at the back, had a flashing gaze and something to say, and it was definitely not just an ordinary exchange of greetings. Chen Guoqing behaved rather childishly, but with a family background like this, if he really didn't have any scheming, he would have been sold out long ago, and could only live off the money and wait for death. He would never be able to bring himself to live like this.