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

Chen Feng set out with the team. This time they set out lightly. Each person only carried two guns, one of each hand length, two grenades and 200 rounds of bullets. The rest of the things were hidden. They ran straight along the road to Zoucheng. The team's morale was very high. The consecutive victories made them full of confidence. Although they didn't know the purpose of going to Zou County, as long as they could fight the Japanese, they would not feel tired running all night.

The team marched for an hour and still had more than ten miles to go to Zou County. Chen Feng ordered the team members to rest for a while and wait until dark before moving forward. It was better to be careful in the enemy-occupied area. Heiwa, who was in charge of the alert, suddenly ran back panting:

Captain, a truck is coming from the direction of Zou County, with a motorcycle in front. Both vehicles have machine guns on them, and the truck is surrounded. I don't know if it is carrying people or something else. It is moving very slowly, and is only one kilometer away from here.

Chen Feng's mind was working at high speed. It couldn't be soldiers, as one truck couldn't carry that many people. It couldn't be shells either, as the Japanese couldn't replenish them that quickly. But no matter what it was, it must be something important, otherwise two separate trucks would not be making the trip.

Chen Feng decisively issued a combat order, and the team retreated quickly and ambushed nearly 20 miles away from Zou County. There was a high ridge there, from which they could overlook the enemy. It was almost dark when they arrived there, making it a suitable place for an ambush. If there was no explosion, the enemies on both sides should not be able to hear it.

The team ran quickly, racing with the Japanese cars and motorcycles. In twenty minutes, they arrived at the ambush site, quickly occupied a favorable position, and prepared for battle.

Seven or eight minutes later, the enemy's car arrived. The crooked handlebars on the three-wheeled motorcycles fired wildly at Chen Feng's position. Fortunately, the few people did not show their heads, otherwise there would definitely be casualties. Chen Feng gestured and shot the car driver himself, while the others fired freely. The motorcycle was still fifty meters away from the ambush point. Chen Feng shouted:

beat.

With one round of salvo, the three Japanese on the motorcycle were killed. Two of them fell off the motorcycle and one fell on the crooked handlebar of the truck bed. There were two people in the truck cab, a driver and a sergeant. The driver was shot in the middle of the eyebrow and the sergeant was shot again by Liu Caiyun when he was trying to draw his gun. The truck lost control, the front of the car tilted, and it stopped after hitting a dirt embankment on the side of the road and stalled.

Chen Feng did not order the team members to rush down. The back of the truck was blocked tightly by tarpaulin. If there was a machine gun inside, it would cause great casualties.

Seeing that there was no movement in the truck, Chen Feng asked his teammates to cover him. He rolled down the dirt embankment and used S-shaped movement to arrive in front of the car in a few breaths. He carefully moved back along the edge of the car and listened carefully. He did not hear any breathing sounds from the back of the car. He rolled sideways to the rear of the car, opened the curtain and quickly dodged. There was no gunfire. Chen Feng quickly stuck his head out to take a look, but there was no one.

After calling the team members to get off, Chen Feng climbed onto the carriage. The carriage was full of wooden boxes. Chen Feng took out a dagger and pried open one. Shells? It seemed to be mortar shells. He pried open a few more boxes and found that some of them were filled with mortars. He was a little puzzled. Where did these things come from? Did the Japanese send them here after they repaired the railway?

But I'm very happy. I still want to go to Zou County to find this thing. It's like a pillow for me when I'm sleepy. In fact, this was transported by the Japanese by road. It is a kind of mortar that has just been put into the battlefield. Every front-line unit has it.

After carefully looking at the model of the mortar, Chen Feng discovered the problem. This is the Type 97 Indirect Fire Infantry Gun, which is what everyone often calls the small steel cannon. The time is also right. Chen Feng remembered that this thing was only put into the Chinese battlefield in early 1938. Could it be transported from the highway and assigned to the battlefield as soon as it arrived? In that case, the entire frontier of the boundary river would be in trouble. Although this little guy is not as powerful as the Type 92 Infantry Gun and the howitzer, it has high accuracy. It is a indirect fire gun, and its lethality to trenches is not weaker than that of the Type 92 Infantry Gun.

It was not advisable to stay here for long, so Chen Feng asked the team members to take the crooked handlebars from the motorcycles and quickly check the truck. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the truck, he started the truck and asked everyone to get on the truck, put on the crooked handlebars, and stand on guard one after the other. The truck drove towards Longshan.

When they were still seven or eight miles away from the Japanese army camp, Chen Feng turned the steering wheel and entered a small road. There was a truck full of steel cannons and artillery shells, but he couldn't use them all tonight, so he decided to use some of them and then do some favors for the Sichuan Army's front line.

As they were too close to the Japanese, Chen Feng did not turn on the car lights. He asked Wang Hanqiang and Ding San to get out of the car to be on guard and lead the way. They slowly passed through the dangerous area and chose a place three miles away from the Sichuan Army's defense line and four miles away from the Japanese army camp. Chen Feng stopped the car and asked the team members to move a few boxes down. Chen Feng assembled seven cannons and prepared twenty shells for each gun. Then he adjusted the angle of each gun and explained the techniques of firing shells in detail to several people. After they were familiar with it, each of them held a shell and aimed it at the muzzle. Chen Feng ordered to fire.

The first time they fired, except for Chen Feng, everyone else was a little slow. Chen Feng adjusted the angle perfectly, and all the shells fell into the military tents. After the team members fired a few shots, they became familiar with the rhythm of firing and continued to shoot at a high speed. After each person fired twenty shells, Chen Feng ordered everyone to throw the cannons onto the car. The shell box was empty and useless, so he just left it there and drove away quickly.

The Japanese army camp was in an uproar again. When they heard the explosion, they thought someone had set up a booby trap again. They didn't dare to run to the door. They cut open the tent and rushed out. The whistling sound of the shells made them dumbfounded. Didn't the Sichuan Army on the opposite side have a few shells? What was going on? Chishiba Yaezang was sleeping. Although he didn't take the position today, Chishiba Yaezang was not worried at all. He had a precise grasp of the battlefield. He believed that by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, he would break through the first line of defense. Then he would be unstoppable and fight all the way to the foot of Teng County. Just when Chishiba Yaezang was dreaming about this, the shells came down. In a little over a minute, 140 shells were fired into the densely packed army camp. The killing effect can be imagined. Chishiba Yaezang didn't take off his clothes. He went out of the tent with a command knife. He was about to command the battle when a shell fell at his feet and flew into the sky together with several guards who ran over.

In the trenches of the Sichuan Army, many soldiers were awake, worried about the Japanese attack at night, and their eyes were wide open. Suddenly, an explosion was heard in the Japanese camp.

There was an explosion, and another explosion. It must be the Lone Wolf Commando again. After being surprised for a minute, they saw the Japanese army camp on fire in the distance. They discussed it excitedly and guessed how many Japanese soldiers would die this time.

The soldiers on the right defensive position suddenly discovered the situation. A truck was driving towards this side. They quickly asked their superiors whether to shoot. The superior was hesitating. It seemed like someone was shouting on the truck. They couldn't hear clearly what the other side was shouting. It seemed like "commando" and "gift" or something. The company commander came over immediately after receiving the report. When he heard the words "commando" and "gift" from the other side, he was moved and hurriedly ordered everyone not to shoot. He led a squad of soldiers out of the trench.

Chen Feng drove here by himself, which was actually a bit risky, but he didn't want to waste a car full of small steel cannons and shells, so he took the risk and drove here. However, when he was 200 meters away from the position, he stuck his head out and shouted, "The commandos are giving you a gift." Seeing people coming out of the trench, Chen Feng jumped out of the car and disappeared in a blink of an eye.