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

Chapter 204: Collective Diarrhea

At nine o'clock in the evening, Hata Shigeichi listened to the reports from his subordinates. Many soldiers had diarrhea, but Hata Shigeichi did not take the news seriously. When they first came to China, some soldiers also suffered from acclimatization. It was normal to suffer from acclimatization again after moving to the Yimeng Mountain area. He asked his subordinates to arrange medical soldiers to treat them. He wanted to have a good rest because he still had to escort the people to the mountain to watch the show tomorrow.

By ten o'clock in the evening, the situation was getting worse and worse. Many soldiers were exhausted. No one suspected poisoning. They just thought that the food had changed from rice to wheat and corn, and their stomachs could not adapt. They vowed to take the opportunity of the raid and capture people tomorrow and capture all the livestock and poultry within a radius of thirty miles from Mengshan.

At around 3 a.m., Hata Shigeichi was awakened by a wailing sound. He hurriedly put on his shoes and left the tent. Several of his men were standing next to the tent, looking as if they wanted to say something but hesitated. They probably didn't dare to disturb him:

"What's the matter? What happened to the soldier?"

Before his men could answer, his stomach suddenly started to churn. He didn't have time to listen to the report, and he quickly ran to the toilet. The officers' toilet was also occupied, and there was a queue outside. Many people who couldn't wait went into the bushes nearby. Hata Shigeichi felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, otherwise he would poop in his pants, so he quickly went into the bushes nearby, but his feet slipped and he sat down on his butt:

"Baga!"

I was so unlucky. I stepped on shit. I didn't care about the stench in my nose. I squatted down to clean it up. Colonel Takahashi came over, holding his stomach and asked for directions. He reported:

"General, we may have been poisoned. Some soldiers started having diarrhea last night. So far, many have collapsed. I suspect the Chinese have put poison in the food. Please give me your instructions."

"Baga! Stupid pig!"

I don't know if Hata Shigekazu was scolding Takahashi Ryo or myself, because the two piglets had diarrhea! It's a pity that they were caught and roasted yesterday morning, otherwise they would definitely be able to tell that something was wrong in one day.

"Order the troops to assemble and return to Pingyi City first."

Just after giving the order, before Gao Qiao Liang turned around, the mountain artillery on Mount Mengshan fired.

boom! boom! boom!

The whistling sound of the shells piercing the air was extremely piercing. Hata Shige was instantly scared to death. He didn't even bother to wipe his butt, and stood up while pulling up his pants and shouting:

"Beware of the artillery, beware of the artillery."

Seeing the artillery firing on the mountain, the mortar that was secretly moved to the foot of the mountain also began to fire, with two test firings, followed by twenty rounds of rapid firing.

If asked how many artillery shells there were on Mount Meng, Chen Feng had no answer. All the shells had been distributed to various mountain artillery bunkers, and the artillerymen hid them, always saying that they did not have enough shells. Every time a shell was seized, the artillerymen on each line of defense were blushing.

Shen Honglie's troops and the Lunan Detachment had already moved to the outskirts of the Japanese military camp. Seeing the continuous explosions in the Japanese military camp, they were ready to fight a big battle.

There was a wailing in the Japanese army camp. Many soldiers were exhausted and could not run. They could not run at all and did not want to run. Some soldiers just lay on their bunks and waited for death. They had been shitting all night and it was too painful. Some struggled to get up, but their steps were weak and they could not stand at all. The shelling continued. Shigekazu Hata arranged his men to send a telegram under the shelling. The telegram was in plain text, denouncing the cold guns and the lack of martial ethics, and putting drugs in their food. After sending the telegram, he felt that he could not bear it anymore. There was no other way. He would not shit in his crotch even if he died, so he turned around and got into the bushes again.

After half an hour of shelling, there was the howling of ghosts and wolves next to the Japanese army camp. Many soldiers in better health escaped and waited for orders from above. The battle could not be fought any more, and many soldiers abandoned their guns in the camp and waited for the shelling to end to clean up the mess.

Hata Shigeichi finally felt his stomach was empty. Although he felt weak all over, he didn't have to worry about pooping his pants. For an Imperial major general who pooped his pants, that reputation would be more terrible than death:

"Gather the troops, take the wounded, and retreat to Pingyi. Gaoqiao, take your soldiers to cover the rear and prevent sneak attacks by the guerrillas in the mountains. Hurry, take action."

There was no chance. Suddenly, there was a deafening sound of horse hooves and shouts of killing. Hatan Zhong was as pale as death. Too cruel, cold gun, you are too cruel! You don't leave any chance for survival. No need to think, it must be Shen Honglie's troops:

"Defend! Defend quickly and don't let the cavalry rush in."

The surviving Japanese soldiers hurriedly looked for guns, and those who had guns quickly moved to the periphery, ready to meet the incoming cavalry. Although their steps were unsteady, their ferocity was still there. Most of their light and heavy machine guns had been blown up. Without them, the Type 38 rifles alone could not stop the cavalry's attack. Shen Honglie took the lead, followed by three battalion commanders of the Marine Corps. A regiment of cavalry rushed into the Japanese army in a cone shape.

"Kill, kill all the Japs!"

Ouch! Ouch!

The cavalrymen let out excited wolf howls and raised their swords to slash at the nearby Japs.

It was so cool, it was so cool to chop, what was wrong with the Japanese, they didn't shoot, they couldn't walk, let alone run, what was wrong with the stench everywhere! But no one considered the disgusting smell, and never thought that chopping Japanese was easier than chopping corn stalks. The sabers were chopped and thrown to the ground, and then the machetes on the back were pulled out. Although this thing was heavier than the saber, it was so cool to chop heads with the acceleration of the warhorse. Countless Japanese heads flew into the air, and all the Japanese stopped resisting and fled in the opposite direction of the cavalry.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Tart tart tart tart tart tart!

Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck!

The Lunan detachment defending the west opened fire. The team brought all their assets, two heavy machine guns, eight Czech-style, and twelve crooked handle rifles. The bullets formed a tight interweaving network, harvesting the fleeing devils. A minute later, all the approaching devils were killed. No more bullets could be wasted. The detachment leader ordered the charge:

"Dedededededededede"

The charge was the order, and the commanders of each position jumped out of their positions:

"Comrades, charge!"

The Lunan Detachment rushed towards the fleeing Japanese. The soldiers had been waiting for several hours and had already sharpened their swords. They shouted and charged head-on at the Japanese. Bayonets drew blood. Red tasseled spears, machetes, and all kinds of cold weapons were used. Although many of them were new recruits, the officers led the charge and faced the exhausted Japanese who had no fighting power. A one-sided massacre began.

Although there was a policy that prisoners must not be massacred, the Lunan Detachment had been crippled many times by the Japanese in a row. The captain felt that as long as they did not put down their guns and raise their hands or lie down with their heads in their hands, they would not be considered prisoners. The bayonets pierced the flesh, the machetes chopped off the heads, and the red tasseled spears were used to pierce the chests. The sound of the knives and the flesh colliding was like entering a large slaughterhouse, and it sounded extremely creepy.

Shen Honglie's cavalry had already penetrated the Japanese army camps for three rounds. There was no large-scale resistance anymore. The infantry behind them had also caught up and were surrounding the camps to clean them up one by one. Seeing that the west was surrounded by people who were suspected to be from the Lunan Detachment, Shen Honglie didn't want to join in the fun. He looked at the major general and two colonels on his horses:

"Come on, brothers, leave the cleanup of the battlefield to the infantry, and we will take the prisoners to find Leng Qiang to report the good news."

"Commander, hurry up! The Japanese officers stink too much. We can't stand it."