The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 314 Guerrilla Warfare (Part 1) [Bonus Chapter 650 for the Emergence of the Erotic Photographer]

...When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass; when the enemy tires, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue.

The above sixteen-character key point is a guerrilla tactic that is almost universally known in the modern world, especially in the modern Chinese world. It is known as the magic weapon that our party used to defeat the enemy.

I remember first seeing the above statement in an extracurricular book when I was in the third grade of elementary school.

Too much time has passed, and I no longer remember the name of that extracurricular book, but I do remember that our predecessors used such tactics to teach the Japanese a lesson.

As a result, when I was young, I had too many wonderful fantasies about this, believing that as long as I mastered this, I would be invincible.

But when I actually used this sixteen-character mantra to fight the Japanese in northwestern Shanxi during the winter of 1938, a winter that was much colder than in previous years.

Only then did I realize how many untold hardships our ancestors endured when using this tactic.

It was only through the sacrifice of numerous soldiers and the silent suffering of countless villagers that this tactic had a chance of success...

...Excerpted from "Nonsense," a collection of diaries written by Hu Biao only at long intervals these days...

On the night of November 26, it was a pitch-black night with the sky completely covered by dark clouds, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. It was also a good day for sniping.

"Damn! It's so cold, the temperature is at least minus 20 degrees Celsius."

He lifted his sleeve in the howling wind and wiped the snotty nose that had sprung up from the cold.

Lu Diaoying, the warehouse manager and a newbie who had just transmigrated, immediately felt a sharp pain on his frostbitten nose; it seemed that if he wiped his nose any harder, it would fall off.

He couldn't help but silently curse in his heart.

By the way, the warehouse manager, this middle-aged man, is actually a northerner. He even studied at Harbin Institute of Technology for several years when he was young. The winter weather in Harbin is much colder than in northwestern Shanxi.

Normally, in temperatures of -20 degrees Celsius, it would be nothing more than a small kiss.

The key issue is that in the modern world, people wear thermal underwear and down jackets when they go out, and there is heating at home, so warm that they only need to wear a single layer of clothing.

If they only had a thin cotton coat, which was soaked by snowmelt, they wouldn't be able to withstand the current conditions either.

After finishing his rant, the warehouse manager continued on with his observer.

He was carrying a Type 97 sniper rifle with a 2.5x scope, which he had captured from Japanese special forces.

He was wearing a white camouflage cloak with a hood. This cloak may look simple, but it has an excellent camouflage effect. As long as he lay down on the snow, he could blend in with the snow and would be hard to spot if his eyesight was not good.

Especially on nights like this, it's a powerful tool for concealing one's presence.

Even so, the warehouse manager was extremely careful as he walked through the more than 30 centimeters of snow, keeping his head down and bending over, for fear of making even the slightest noise.

There was no other way! He was currently leading his observers toward a makeshift camp the size of a Japanese battalion.

I'm ready to use my rifle to give those Japanese devils a good thrashing.

If we could kill or wound a few Japanese soldiers, that would be the best outcome. But if we didn't achieve any results, it wouldn't matter.

The main purpose of their night raid was to prevent the Japanese from resting and recovering their strength, and to wear them down as soon as possible.

Compared to the previous two days, their night raid and sniping were much easier and safer.

Starting last night, things gradually became more difficult.

The key reason is that while the Japanese were bad and inhuman, they were by no means stupid; their ability to learn and improve in battle should not be underestimated.

After suffering losses for two consecutive days, they have now increased the number of sentries on night duty.

Their reaction to the attack was swift; the moment they sensed any disturbance, they would unleash a burst of machine gun fire and take down the enemy with a grenade launcher.

Or, after firing a flare, a group of Japanese soldiers would quickly rush out to chase and kill them.

Even in the snow outside the camp, there were Japanese soldiers wearing white cloaks lying in the snow on guard, often preventing them from finding a good position to fire before they were spotted and killed by these Japanese soldiers.

The sniper team originally led by the warehouse manager was actually five groups of ten people.

Now only two groups of four people remain. The missing men all died in the process of the Japanese attacking from the night and firing snipers.

Even knowing that the Japanese were more vigilant, they could not stop their night raids.

Because preventing the Japanese soldiers from getting a good night's sleep and exhausting their physical and mental strength was a key aspect of this battle, the warehouse manager and his men could only continue to endure casualties and keep attacking.

Fortunately, the warehouse manager wasn't without countermeasures against the Japanese soldiers' tactics. Just two miles away, a company of soldiers, equipped with a large number of automatic and semi-automatic weapons, had taken cover in some snow pits four hours in advance.

They covered their heads with a wooden board, setting up an ambush circle.

If the Japanese soldiers chase after the warehouse manager when he finishes his sniping and leaves tonight, these ambush troops will immediately open fire with all their might, launching a brilliant ambush.

The warehouse manager refused to believe it. He thought that if they managed to thwart the Japanese pursuers several times in a row, they would still be reckless enough to chase after them.
As for why the brothers of that company were made to hide in the snow pit four hours in advance; weren't they cold inside? Wouldn't they hide in the snow pit again when the warehouse manager set out to lure the enemy?

There's nothing we can do about it given the current climate.

They could only hide in the snow beforehand, so that the heavy snow would cover their footprints; otherwise, even the dumbest Japanese pursuers would know there was an ambush if they saw the footprints in the light of the flares...

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It took the warehouse manager and his observer at least twenty minutes to trace a distance of just over a hundred meters.

When he touched a small mound, he immediately breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Because this place was only 300 meters away from the Japanese military camp, they finally found a good sniping position without alerting the Japanese sentries.

Next, it would be best to take out a Japanese soldier of higher rank, which would provoke more Japanese soldiers to come out and catch a big fish.

Then, a pleasant surprise occurred as the warehouse manager, carrying a sniper rifle, searched for the victim.

Since nightfall, the dark cloud that had been hanging overhead suddenly and quickly dispersed without warning, allowing the still bright moonlight to shine into the Japanese temporary military camp.

The warehouse manager, whose eyesight was at least 1.5, clearly saw a Japanese major leading several Japanese soldiers on a patrol.

Instinctively, the warehouse manager used his fastest movements to put the Japanese major's figure into the sniper scope and pulled the trigger.

The next second, you could see the Japanese soldier's body sway, and he was hit by a bullet.

Before he could even feel relieved, the warehouse manager was already yelling at the observer lying prone beside him, "Retreat! Don't run in a straight line!"

As he spoke, he picked up his rifle, turned around, and started running. He wasn't running in a straight line; instead, he made irregular maneuvers every now and then.

The warehouse manager's actions saved his own life and that of the observer.

Before he could even turn around and run completely down the hill, a burst of machine gun bullets came flying, sending snowflakes flying everywhere.

Some of them even flew into their necks, and were extremely cold.

Just a few meters after they ran down the mound, a grenade launcher accurately hit the mound, with shrapnel flying over their heads.

It's safe to say that if they had hesitated even a little, the two of them would probably have been knocked to the ground.

After running for several dozen meters, the Japanese launched a flare into the sky, illuminating everything around them in a ghastly white light.

In his haste, the warehouse manager glanced back and saw that almost half a squad of Japanese soldiers had rushed out of the camp like pigs and were chasing after him.

The warehouse manager was both surprised and delighted; he had indeed caught a big fish.

With a determined effort, he used every ounce of strength he had, sprinting through the snow.

A few minutes later, feeling severely exhausted, the warehouse manager lunged forward, shouting as he hit the ground, "Go!"

The sound had barely faded when the group of pursuing Japanese soldiers saw it in horror.

It turned out that under the illumination of the flares, a large number of people suddenly emerged from the snow where there were no footprints or ambushes.

Armed with light machine guns, submachine guns, and pistols, they opened fire on them in a dense barrage.

The ambush lasted less than two minutes before it was completely over; all 32 Japanese soldiers who chased after them were killed on the spot.

Our side only suffered 5 gunshot wounds, one of whom was killed in action. This casualty ratio can be considered a great victory.

After cleaning up the battlefield, the warehouse manager let out a long sigh.

In addition to the combat casualties, the non-combat losses of the brothers who were ambushed in the snow pits were even greater, with all the ambushing soldiers suffering from frostbite of varying degrees.

Several soldiers even suffered severe bruising on several toes after their cotton shoes became wet and they remained inactive for an extended period, making amputation seem the only option.

The worst-case scenario was a snow pit that had originally housed a light machine gun squad, but remained completely silent after the start of the war.

When they finally dug into the snow pit after the war, they found that the two men had frozen to death...

(End of this chapter)