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

Li Zongren held the telegram sent by the 122nd Division and fully understood what Wang Mingzhang meant. This was a preparation to defend Teng County to the death, leaving no way for himself to retreat. There were more than 8,000 Sichuan troops and nearly 200 divisions of the National Army. Even if there were only a few dozen division commanders like Wang Mingzhang, they would never be bullied like this by the Japanese.

Looking at Li Yunyan with an expectant look on her face, he knew that this telegram was sent and received by Li Yunyan personally, and he also understood what Li Yunyan meant. However, he couldn't call Wang Mingzhang back. The Lone Wolf Commando did not belong to the 122nd Division, nor did it belong to the Fifth War Zone. Since he couldn't give orders to Wang Mingzhang, he had a way.

However, Li Zongren admired the Lone Wolf Commando very much. They didn't have to take part in the war, but they went to Teng County. They didn't have to go to the front line, but they were ready to go to the most dangerous North Gate front. A civilian team could do this not only out of hatred for the Japanese, but also because they must have faith in their hearts. He just didn't know what that faith was.

Looking at Li Yunyan's gloomy face, his heart softened:

Send a telegram to the 122nd Division, telling Commander Wang to hold on to Teng County. Once the front line in Xuzhou is arranged, I will find a way to rescue them. Also, don't worry about how or where the Lone Wolf Commando fights, but be sure to find a way to leave them a way out.

After saying that, he waved his hand at Li Yunyan:

Go send the message! War is cruel, don't worry about them, it's actually not as dangerous on the front line as behind enemy lines, they are the elite among the elites and will protect themselves.

At daybreak, Chen Feng led his team quickly to the north gate of Teng County and joined the garrison of the first line of defense. The team dispersed and each looked for a favorable position. Wu Tianxiang was negotiating with the regiment commander Wang Wenzhen to convey the division commander's order.

When Wang Wenzhen heard that they were the Lone Wolf Commandos, his eyes widened in disbelief. If Wu Tianxiang had not asked for confidentiality, he would have rushed over to hug them and given them a warm hug. This team was simply the savior of the Sichuan Army. Not to mention their support for Zhang Xuanwu, just the bombing of a train of artillery shells and a warehouse of supplies saved countless Sichuan Army brothers.

Wang Wenzhen watched as the eight newcomers all entered the second trench. The eight men were standing 15 meters apart in a trench of more than 100 meters. They were fixing the trench with iron shovels and lowering their heads to continue expanding the anti-artillery holes. He knew they were here to fight, and he felt a little reluctant. Heroes appreciate heroes, and Wang Zhenwen didn't want this group of elites to suffer any losses here. He was about to ask Wu Tianxiang, but Wu Tianxiang saw what Wang Zhenwen meant and shook his head:

Neither the division commander nor the Fifth War Zone can persuade us, so just let them do what they want!

It took more than half an hour, and before daybreak, the commando members had completed the reinforcement of the trenches and dealt with the anti-artillery holes.

Chen Feng lit a cigarette and threw the cigarette box to the soldiers watching nearby:

Divide it, go into the anti-artillery cave and smoke! It's daybreak, the Japanese may bombard at any time.

This time, the eight people did not bring too many weapons and ammunition. They only brought a 98k sniper rifle and a few hundred rounds of bullets. Wu Tianxiang also got a sniper rifle from Chen Feng. He also took time to practice in the past few days and was practicing aiming in the third trench at the back.

At exactly eight o'clock, a sharp roar was heard and the Japanese began to bombard. Chen Feng slid down and instantly got into the anti-artillery hole with his gun. The shells fell down, and there were bursts of violent roars on the position. The trenches were shaking, and the soil in the anti-artillery hole fell down. Suddenly, the observation post blew the whistle, and the Japanese came up with the explosion.

Chen Feng did not hesitate. He crawled out of the anti-artillery hole and rushed towards the trench. He lay down on it while readying his gun. The Japanese were still more than 300 meters away from the front line. In two seconds, Chen Feng completed the judgment, aiming and shooting. A string of blood came out of the Japanese commander's head and he fell backwards to the ground.

When the Sichuan Army heard the whistle, they all crawled out, stood in the trenches and aimed and fired, still not exposing all their firepower. Only the first trench was firing, in the second trench only Chen Feng and eight others were firing, and in the third trench only Wu Tianxiang was firing.

Chen Feng shot the Japanese in an orderly manner, and the team members also started shooting. The Japanese were densely packed in formation within 300 meters, so there was no need to aim, and they could almost kill one with one shot.

Nine rifles fired at the same time, the pace was very fast, even loading the ammunition was completed within a few seconds, and the hit rate was surprisingly high, which was completely equivalent to the lethality caused by hundreds of rifles.

Wang Zhenwen did not avoid the artillery shells, but observed the battle of the Lone Wolf Commando in the hidden command trench in the rear. It was too fierce. The eight men had almost the same rhythm, aiming, firing, reloading, and then aiming and shooting. Although there were not many people, seventy or eighty Japanese soldiers were shot and killed while they advanced from the 300-meter line to the 200-meter line. Together with the casualties caused by the Sichuan Army, one third of the Japanese attack team of more than 300 people were gone.

The Japanese couldn't wait any longer and crossed the 200-meter line. The sergeant in charge of command shouted "Give and die suddenly", and the Japanese began to charge, rushing towards the position with a roar. The Sichuan Army and the Lone Wolf Commando continued to shoot. When they crossed the 100-meter line, the Japanese could not rush forward and were shot in the head and chest one by one. Seeing that the attack was hopeless, the sergeant ordered a retreat, and the remaining Japanese ran back with their backs bent. The Sichuan Army stopped shooting, but the commandos continued to harvest in an orderly manner. Many Japanese were shot in the head and rushed forward with their bodies, falling to the ground. When the Japanese crossed the 400-meter line, the commandos stopped shooting and slid down the trench into the anti-artillery hole.

The Japs continued their shelling, and the position was filled with smoke. Except for a few observation posts, everyone hid in the anti-artillery caves.

Wang Zhenwen was very shocked. He had only heard about it from others before, but this time he saw the commandos’ battle with his own eyes. The marksmanship display alone made him surprised and impressed. If his entire regiment had such marksmanship, the Japanese would never be able to cross the 100-meter line.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the Japanese bombers arrived. Dozens of bombers dropped bombs around the defense line outside the north gate. For a while, the three trenches on the first line exploded.

Chen Feng curled up tightly in the anti-artillery cave. At this time, he could only wait for God's decision. His life and death depended on luck. After the bombing, the battlefield was in a mess. Many Sichuan soldiers were injured. Medical staff were shuttling in the trenches. Chen Feng glanced at both sides. The five members of the team had already entered the battle. Liu Caiyun was bandaging Wang Hanqiang's arm. Wang Hanqiang saw Chen Feng looking at him and made a gesture that he was fine. Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and leaned out of the trench to check the situation.

The Japanese sent out three tanks, and a large number of infantry surrounded the sides and back of the tanks, preparing to charge under the cover of the tanks. Chen Feng felt helpless when he saw the Japanese tanks. This was the Japanese Type 97 medium tank, with no observation windows, only a few three-millimeter observation slits, and bullets could not penetrate at all. He could not hit the tanks, so he could only fire at the soldiers on both sides of the tank.

The eight commandos, under the tank's machine gun and artillery fire, tried their best to shoot the Japanese around the tank. The Japanese followed the tank and could not rush fast at all. The Japanese on both sides of the tank were ruthlessly killed and gradually hid behind the tank. Unfortunately, the commandos had eight sniper rifles distributed in a trench of more than 100 meters, so there was always a chance to shoot from the side. Even if they could only hit the legs, they would shoot without hesitation.

Three Sichuan soldiers took advantage of the rare opportunity and rushed out of the trench holding explosives, crawling forward, rushing left and right. The observer in the tank obviously discovered the three Sichuan soldiers and lowered the muzzle of the machine gun. With a burst of bangs, a soldier was blown up, and the remaining two continued to rush forward. After more than 20 meters, another Sichuan soldier was hit in the thigh and fell down. The last Sichuan soldier finally rushed in front of the tank, pulled the trigger, and rolled over. The commandos provided fire cover, and the Japanese behind the tank were attacked whoever showed their heads.

With a loud bang, the tank broke down, and then the ammunition inside exploded. There was a violent explosion, the turret was overturned, and billowing black smoke came out of the tank.

The soldier who was shot in the thigh did not die. Looking at the tank approaching, he rolled over a few times with the explosive pack in his arms, got in front of the tank, pulled the fuse, and shouted:

Long live the Sichuan Army!

With a loud bang, another tank broke down and the Sichuan Army soldiers were blown to pieces. The team members witnessed it all with their own eyes, and tears flashed in their eyes. This is the Sichuan Army. This is the real fearlessness of death. They continued to shoot calmly, and the bullets seemed to be filled with anger, venting their anger as they shot towards the bodies of the Japanese soldiers.