War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 383 Is it time?
boom!
As soon as the mirror box opened fire, the American Concession garrison reacted. They were not fools. How could they not react after being hit in the head? A big garrison soldier over 1.9 meters tall, holding a Springfield rifle, pulled the trigger at the melon vendor.

When the bullet pierced right into the center of his chest, the man with the mirror-view gun squeezed the trigger with both hands. At the same second when he fell backwards, the two guns still made a "clang, clang" sound.

But this does not mean the end of the battle, on the contrary, it is just the beginning of the battle.

The window on the second floor of the teahouse was pushed open, and the moment the Swiss-made Chilali light machine gun was placed on the window, the sound of machine gun fire suddenly rang out. At that time, it was too late for the machine gunner of the American Concession to turn back, because the first place the light machine gun fired was the position where the M1919 machine gun was placed on the truck. After hearing the "shotgun" fire, the American machine gunner had already shrunk his head and squatted down. After all, even if he risked his life at this moment, he couldn't turn the muzzle of the gun to that direction, unless he climbed onto the roof of the car and turned the gun completely around.

This time it worked. The sound of the Qilali light machine gun saved him from having to work. If the machine gunner with four more holes on his back could still hold up the M1919, then these people wouldn't have to worry about silver dollars. What could they do if someone who couldn't be killed by bullets appeared? What if this guy took out a shield or wore his pants outside?
Da da da da da da!

When the sound of machine guns continued to ring out, the defenseless American Concession garrison downstairs was knocked down in rows. Those concession police turned around and ran after hearing the gunshots. It was absolutely impossible to expect them to share the joys and sorrows with the American Concession garrison.

tom!
Downstairs in the teahouse, a shotgun was continuously fired by a man with a middle-parted hairstyle. Every shot could send sparks flying on the truck. Once close, the shotgun in the hands of a brave warrior could really bring out an unexpected firepower advantage, especially the dispersion of the bullets.

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

At the same time, a bald man rushed over to a meat stall nearby, dug out a Thompson submachine gun from under the stall, placed the gun on half a piece of pork, and started firing at the garrison.

For him, there was no requirement for accuracy in this strafing. Even if the bullets flew down the back of the truck and hit people's heads with a "ping pong" sound, it would not matter as long as they only knocked down the garrison. His goal was to make these garrison troops unable to raise their heads.

click!
When the magazine of bullets was used up, the bald man crouched down and crawled under the pork stall. He lowered his body and took out a round thing from the basket half covered by meat. You can't describe this thing, whether it should be called a landmine or a hand grenade. Anyway, it is the kind of thing that can be held in one hand just right, and there is a fuse on it. To light it, you have to take out a fire starter from under the pork stall and blow it a few times to make a flame before you can ignite it.

"Foreign devils, get your weapons!"

After the bald man lit it, he raised his hand and threw it out like a shot put. The round thing was burning with its fuse as it rolled after landing, and it rolled all the way to the truck in front of the garrison before stopping.

The garrison was furious. Of course they saw a round object rolling over on the chaotic battlefield, and even saw the burning fuse on it. However, as one of them shouted in English, "Bomb!", the light machine guns above their heads and the shotguns in front of the car opened fire repeatedly, forcing the figure who was about to rush out to shrink back.

Finally, the garrison was completely cornered and had to retreat outside the concession along the path of the parked trucks. A platoon of soldiers from the American concession were beaten by this group of gangsters and forced to retreat to the bank of the Haihe River outside the concession line!
boom!
At this time, a huge explosion sounded. With this explosion, the surrounding land seemed to shake along with it, and the surroundings were full of dust.

But after this group of people gained a certain advantage by charging and attacking fiercely, when the enemy pulled away from them and reorganized their firepower again, they suddenly seemed to not know how to fight. Under the suppression of the enemy's single-shot firepower of the Springfield rifle, they could not rush forward, and their accuracy could not force the enemy to give up shooting under the sound of gunfire...

"You guys, don't let the light machine guns on the second floor open fire easily!"

"Don't be afraid, at this distance, a shotgun can't possibly have any advantage!"

"Counterattack, organize firepower to counterattack!!!"

A platoon of soldiers left behind more than a dozen bodies and used the Haihe River embankment as a cover. They lay on the slope of the embankment and fired their Springfield rifles. However, the machine gunner on the second floor was hit in the shoulder by a bullet and fell out of the window with his arms swung. "Baldy!"

"It's no use fighting like this, let's get things done quickly!"

After hearing the shout from the guy with the middle-parted hair, the bald guy put his index and middle fingers of both hands into his mouth at the same time and whistled loudly - Woo!!!
The moment the whistle sounded, more than a dozen people rushed out from the alley at the corner of the street.

These people were not here to fight. They were dressed like laborers in short clothes. After they rushed into the battlefield, they didn't care about the bullets flying. They got into the truck cab tremblingly, took out the wire from under the steering wheel, and started the truck by rubbing the wire to start it, while stepping on the accelerator...

hum!
It was not until a roar came from the truck that the driver dropped the wire, shifted the gear and drove out. At that moment, if you asked him to explain this method clearly, he certainly couldn't say it. They didn't know anything about 'Charles Kettering's invention of the electronic starter in 1912, which marked a new beginning of contact-type starting technology and solved the problem of difficulty in starting early cars.'

These people knew that after someone brought this technology here, stealing cars became very convenient. As long as they could open the car door, they could drive away.

But you have to be extremely careful when stealing a car these days. If you steal from a scumbag, you can't even protect your livelihood. So nowadays, stealing a car is not only a technical job, but also requires some careful planning. If you don't know the whole family inside and out, you generally can't steal someone's car.

Who would have thought that stealing cars could one day be used to serve the country and the people...

"Don't let them drive away!!!"

The platoon leader of the garrison in the American Concession was going crazy. If he had known this would happen, he would not have let those 1.5-meter-tall people hand over the silver dollars directly in the back of the car. If the silver dollars were thrown on the ground, it would take them a while to collect them, right?
"Shoot! Don't let them drive away!!!"

The second and third trucks started up, and the drivers basically stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed out of the American Concession.

At this moment, the man with a middle-parted hair holding a shotgun was grinning as he watched the trucks leaving one after another: "Hey, I've been messing around for half my life, and this time I can be considered a hero!"

He turned his head with complete disdain and great satisfaction to look at the garrison on the embankment, and threw the empty shotgun aside. Then, he opened his arms and shouted, "What the hell are you thinking about? Are you still waiting for your reinforcements to come and deal with us?"

"I'm telling you straight up, we didn't plan on returning alive when we came here!"

"Bald, is it time?"

The bald man sat next to the meat stall, looked at the sky and said, "It's not time yet."

"My Lord said, we have to wait until they are all caught by us..."

(End of this chapter)