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

The Chishiba Brigade, the devils are going crazy, they are the only ones who bomb others, when have I ever been wronged like this, looking at the messy military camp, many tents are still burning, the superiors have been yelling at them to put out the fire and rescue the wounded, but the surviving soldiers all look dead, staring blankly at the violently burning tents, I just want to fight well! Why is it so difficult?

Yaezao Akashiba was dead. He was blown into the sky. When he fell, he was missing an arm and half a leg. His body was full of holes and all the blood had been drained. His face was as pale as a white pig with its hair removed. The military police searched for a long time before they found a whole pair of military trousers. However, the half calf that was broken below the knee and an arm were nowhere to be found. Perhaps they were burned in the tent after the explosion.

Several Japanese commanders looked dejected. The brigade commander who was primarily responsible had died, and they needed to take the blame. The highest commander was now Fukuei Shinpei of the 63rd Regiment, who was giving orders to the signalman to send a telegram:

Your Excellency the Division Commander: Our unit came under artillery fire from an unknown enemy. Because the tents in the barracks were close to each other, a fire broke out after the shelling, causing huge losses. The brigade commander, Yaezao Akashiba, was killed. Now the morale of the soldiers is very low. I would like to request tactical guidance from Your Excellency the Division Commander.

At the front line of the Sichuan Army, Zhang Xuanwu, the head of the 727th Regiment, looked at a truckload of mortars and shells, and kept muttering:

Damn it, damn it, I am convinced, you didn’t see them.

A soldier replied:

No, the car drove to the front line position on the right side for 200 meters, and a driver got out and ran away. He ran faster than a rabbit and could not be caught up.

Zhang Xuanwu stomped his feet and ordered the artillery platoon to assemble and to call up the artillery platoon of the third battalion to unload the goods quickly and to line up at the front line immediately. "I'm going to kill him while he's sick."

After a while, all 20 mortars were set up, and Zhang Xuanwu was encouraging morale:

Listen up, brothers of the two artillery platoons. The Lone Wolf Commando has brought us a great gift. Not only did they blow up the enemy's barracks, they also left us a truckload of mortars. Aren't you always complaining about not having artillery and shells? You also said that I'm using you as cannon fodder. Now is your chance to prove it. Immediately enter the position and adjust the shooting parameters. In three minutes, 20 rounds of rapid fire. Tonight, I'm going to let the little Japanese have a taste of being bombed.

Zhang Xuanwu spat and then shouted:

This cannon and shells were probably snatched from the Japanese by the Lone Wolf Commando. They risked their lives to get them. I won't waste my words on the rest. If anyone misses the target, don't blame me for being rude.

The two platoon leaders expressed their views together:

Captain, just watch! All my brothers were taught by me personally. If any of them can't hit accurately, I won't need your teaching. I'll just find a place to smash my head and die.

Just wait and see, Captain!

The two platoon leaders didn't say anything more and ordered the artillery to adjust its direction and aim at the Japanese camp.

Two artillery shells were test-fired and both accurately hit the Japanese camp.

Then the platoon leader ordered:

Twenty rounds of rapid fire, completed in one minute.

The sound of "tong tong tong" was heard, and the Japanese army camp was in an uproar again.

The Japanese were tidying up their tents and dealing with the bodies still in the ashes under the scolding of Fukuei Shinpei, when suddenly two shells hit the barracks. The Japanese were somewhat numb and did not take the two explosions seriously, thinking that the Chinese were harassing them again. Fukuei Shinpei was a tactical expert and realized that this might be a test firing, so he hurriedly shouted:

Hide, hide quickly.

Before he finished speaking, twenty shells hit the ground and exploded. Fukuei Shinpei drew his command knife:

Anti-cannon, anti-cannon quickly.

There was no chance. Within one minute, four hundred shells were fired at the military camp, causing countless casualties. Before the last round of shelling was counted, four or five hundred bodies were found and hundreds of wounded. Now hundreds of shells exploded densely in the small military camp. Because the Japs were cleaning up the explosion site, the killing effect was more serious than the last time.

Fukuei Shinpei collapsed to the ground, ignoring the blood flowing from his arm. It was over, really over this time. If the enemy launched an attack at this moment, it would be all over.

What you fear will come to you. The sound of charge came from the opposite position, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Furong Zhenping endured the severe pain in his arm and picked up the command knife:

Retreat, don't worry about the wounded, retreat, retreat to Zou County.

Zhang Xuanwu personally rushed to the front holding a big knife. The general would not hesitate to die and the soldiers would not be greedy for life. The Sichuan Army soldiers were passively beaten every day, so how could they have such an opportunity? The team was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and they rushed into the Japanese camp like a gust of wind.

After two rounds of bombardment, the Japanese suffered heavy casualties and had no intention of fighting anymore. They fled desperately. The Sichuan Army rushed out of the barracks and beat the Japanese with swords when they caught up with them.

From Songhu to Shanxi and then here, I have never felt so comfortable. The more I shouted, the more excited I became, and the more I chased, the more energetic I became. I chased for more than ten miles before the order came from behind to stop the pursuit, clean up the battlefield and retreat, without dropping a single bullet.

The troops had all withdrawn. Zhang Xuanwu was sitting there leaning on his sword, and he was being bandaged at the clinic. He had been too excited about the killing just now, and several Japanese soldiers besieged him together. A Japanese sergeant stabbed his arm with a bayonet.

Although he was injured, Zhang Xuanwu was very excited. This battle was so enjoyable. He thought to himself, I have fought in half my life, but I have never felt so comfortable. I charged into the enemy's brigade camp, went in and out three times, chased the enemy for more than ten miles, killed countless enemies, and the enemy brigade was almost wiped out. Even the drama script would not dare to write like this!

This time, we have to blame the Japs for being too arrogant. They knew that the Sichuan Army on the opposite side was short of guns and bullets, so even though they fought with bayonets during a day's attack, they did not encounter any artillery fire. They knew that even if the Sichuan Army had a few mortars, they had no shells. The military camps were too densely packed, and many were killed in Chen Feng's round of artillery fire, but they were not seriously injured. Unexpectedly, when they were cleaning up the mess, there was a second wave of artillery fire. Most of the soldiers were rushed away to work, and people were too concentrated when the shells came down.

After Zhang Xuanwu finished bandaging, the third company commander of the second battalion and his men came over carrying a body. Zhang Xuanwu saw that the body was in pieces and wondered what was going on. Just as he was about to ask, the third company commander pointed at the body as if he was presenting a treasure and said:

The head of the regiment, a high-ranking officer, was a major general, possibly a brigade commander, but he was missing an arm and two legs.

The third captain was very excited:

Captain, you don't know that a squad of Japanese soldiers were carrying this body and didn't throw it away even after they all died. I thought this guy must be an extraordinary person, so I led the team to chase him for eight miles before we completely wiped out the Japanese squad and took it back.

Zhang Xuanwu glanced at the torn uniforms of the Japanese soldiers:

Yes, you should be the brigade commander, with the rank of major general. Stop showing off, go clean up the battlefield immediately, and count the dead bodies of the Japanese soldiers clearly, don't be careless, I will report the results of the battle tomorrow morning.

The third company commander stood at attention and saluted:

Yes, guaranteed to complete the task.