War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

What does Chapter 123 mean?
Xu Chaoyang almost gave up. It wasn't that he was so depressed, but it was nice to be able to smoke a cigarette calmly when he was leading dozens of people to face countless Japanese soldiers and there were armored vehicles on the opposite side.

Isn't it heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather?
How many can I get back?

Isn't it just that even a name can't be left behind?
Who are you with?

After several face-to-face battles with the Japanese, Xu Chaoyang finally understood that when these peasants picked up their guns, they never thought about whether they could go down in history.

Some people don’t even have this concept in their minds…

What's wrong?

They just feel aggrieved and uncomfortable, and would rather die than give up and fight the Japanese. So what?
And such people may be buried in any corner of this country now;
Those who have a chance to survive, even after the battle, will still choose to lock all their medals in a box, then smile at everyone they meet, and continue to live their lives as before...

Are you convinced?

These were things Xu Chaoyang had never thought about. His mind was still filled with wars and the sound of guns and cannons, and he never concealed the fact that he hoped that the photo of himself in military uniform would become an object of admiration for future generations.

But compared to those ordinary people who died on the battlefield, those who took up guns just to resist this simple idea...

This is not a question of who is higher or lower, it is Xu Chaoyang who is ashamed!
Da da da da da da!

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

The sound of counterattack finally rang out. Liu Gener's shooting made everyone around him raise their guns. Everyone was holding back their energy and fell into madness.

boom!
boom! !

Xu Chaoyang saw Wang Tianhao with tears on his face, grinning and shooting at the Japanese;
I also saw the chatterbox hanging the muzzle of his gun on the windowsill, half of his body leaning out to shoot;

They also saw a soldier whose name they didn't even know. A 17 or 18-year-old boy who usually didn't dare to get close to them was hit by a bullet and fell down at the entrance of the alley with half of his face smashed.

"beat!!!"

But Xu Chaoyang could only pretend that he didn't see it. He had to raise his gun and pull the trigger to force the enemy to lower their heads. As long as the enemy's body made a large movement, the gun would lose its accuracy...

At this moment, what Xu Chaoyang hoped for was not a divine intervention, but that the machine gun mounted behind the Japanese soldier could be installed quickly.

Ta, da, da, da, da, da, da!

When gunshots rang out in the distance, Xu Chaoyang quickly shrank back. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the sound of a machine gun with a strong sense of rhythm but a slow firing rate.

What kind of gun is this?

Xu Chaoyang didn't even know about this machine gun. When the gunshot sounded, he didn't have the corresponding model in his mind to judge...

"What the hell?"

Qu Yong seemed to not understand and stood behind the wall in a daze;
Yu Minghao thought for a long time and didn't say anything, for fear that he would say something wrong.

Liu Gener lay in the corner, his body twisted, with only half of his head exposed. He glanced around and said in confusion, "I don't understand it either..."

However, the bullets that were constantly fired from a distance were still able to penetrate the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, forcing them to turn their heads under the gunfire, and thus falling down one after another without being able to take care of each other.

The chatterbox was swinging his gun desperately on the windowsill. The number of Japanese soldiers who were about to rush in on the street was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. When only a small group of Japanese soldiers were left behind the iron-shelled turtle and a few brave devils who had sneaked into the surrounding alleys, the entire street was littered with the corpses of the devils.

"drive!!!"

The sound of horse hooves appeared again, but this time the Mongolian cavalry still did not play by the rules. They urged their horses to continue galloping past the street behind Xu Chaoyang, completely avoiding the machine gun sweep line of the Type 93 railroad amphibious vehicle, and threw grenade after grenade across the houses towards the position they remembered.

Swish!
Dense black dots flew over Xu Chaoyang's head. These grenades flew over houses and courtyards, heading straight for the street...

"retreat!!!!"

Xu Chaoyang grabbed Liu Gener's ankle and yanked him into the alley, fearing that a grenade flying overhead might be thrown inaccurately and fall right in front of them.

Liu Gen'er didn't react at all, and let Xu Chaoyang rub against the ground like a dead dog, grinding him until he opened his mouth and screamed: "Hey! Hey! Oh my god!"

boom!
Xu Chaoyang's reaction saved Liu Gener. The first grenade exploded and collapsed the courtyard wall in front of them, which had been loosened due to repeated explosions. The whole wall shattered and fell into the courtyard, but the shrapnel flew out and kept hitting the other wall at the entrance of the alley, leaving spots on the wall.

Liu Gener then covered his chest and climbed up, saying very dissatisfiedly: "Captain, these guys are using us as bait!"

boom! boom! boom!
Explosions continued to be heard, and the Type 93 rail-type amphibious tank, which had been able to move forward slowly just now, was pushed directly to the corner of a recessed shop by the explosions. The muzzle of the machine gun knocked down a small half of the top of the wall, and it was stuck there as if facing a wall.

hum!
hum!
hum!
It was no longer possible for the Type 93 amphibious tank to be reversed by refueling after losing its rear wheels. The heavy rear end was motionless under the resistance of a brick.

bump!
Xu Chaoyang watched as the top cover of the tank in front of him opened. A Japanese soldier just popped his head out and tried to get out by holding on to the body of the tank with both hands. He raised his hand and fired a shot - bang!

At a distance of more than ten meters, he fired a shot directly at the Japanese soldier's head, causing his upper body to tilt and fall out of the car.

The chatterbox was lying on the second-floor window when he saw the open roof of the Type 93 rail-type drayage vehicle. Having suffered so much, he turned the gun around and pulled the trigger directly at the open roof...

chug chug!

The shooting from top to bottom caused sparks to continuously appear on the roof cover of the Type 93 railroad amphibious vehicle. Xu Chaoyang could even hear the sound of bullets ricocheting inside the vehicle. The ricochets alone were enough to kill the Japanese soldiers inside the vehicle.

Sure enough, the Type 93 railroad vehicle lost all its movements after being rattled by Suizuizi. The whole vehicle no longer had the momentum to eat people. It was a bit like a lion roaming the grasslands, lying on the ground dying when it was seriously injured. Only the frequency of its mechanical shaking remained, just like breathing.

"Hey, Aki-sao!"

A war horse circled back and stopped at the other end of the alley. The man in Mongolian clothing pointed outside and muttered a bunch of words that Xu Chaoyang couldn't understand at all.

Xu Chaoyang looked at the people around him, not knowing how to react. An Oroqen who could understand Mongolian explained, "He asked us to help clean up the remaining Japanese troops. They are cavalry and cannot complete such a detailed job..."

When Xu Chaoyang heard this, he pointed at himself and asked, "Ajigao means 'I'?" Why did he seem to hear these Mongolians also shouting this name at the Japanese?

The Oroqen people shook their heads and said with a laugh, "That's what I meant."

(End of this chapter)