War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 713: Flare! (Thanks to 'book friend' 1666 for the reward!)
The sudden chaos made Zhu Rong’s eyes widen. He thought he had won... glory, but he didn’t expect there would be such fluctuations on the battlefield!
The incendiary bombs set off a raging fire in Zhongzhuangpu, and flamethrowers were burning the beasts behind the Japanese troops...

"Reinforcements have arrived!!!"

When Zhu Rong shouted this sentence at the top of his lungs, the joy rushed straight to his brain, as if shouting could not express his feelings anymore. He had to sway his body while shouting, holding high the Type 38 rifle in his hand!
The feeling of not being abandoned, not being given up...

The feeling that someone is thinking about you, and even if you are ready to die on the battlefield, there is still someone pulling you out from the pile of dead bodies - it feels so fucking good!
It's so damn good.

"67rd Regiment!"

“Everyone stand up!!!”

"If you can't stand, let your buddies hold you up!"

"Brother will lead you to fight your way out!"

“Kill them!!!!”

"Come on!"

Zhu Rong rushed forward with his arms swinging, running wildly towards the encirclement.

Behind him was the 67th Regiment of the Northeastern Army that barely survived the war. Some of them dragged their legs and walked forward, some with their arms hanging down, some with their shoulders slumped and holding their guns in one hand, some with half their hands blown off, their arms dead after taking off their leggings, and some with their broken arms bruised purple...

These people became more energetic, as if they saw hope of survival.

At that moment, this team of dozens of people, without any ammunition, burst out with powerful fighting power relying on the bayonets in their hands.

boom!
When a soldier at the front of the platoon was knocked down by the Japanese with a Type 38 rifle, that did not stop their fighting power. For them, being able to survive was certainly a blessing, but death was the best outcome under such pain. They were completely fearless.

Shen Guaizi seized the opportunity and said, "Charge!"

call!
The flamethrower once again sprayed out a beam of fire, driving away all the Japanese invaders blocking the two armies. Even though this time it did not hit any actual target, at the moment the flames dissipated, Zhu Rong led the remaining 67th Regiment to charge out. They chased the traces of the falling flames, even if there was still some residual temperature in the air.

"Help!!!"

The soldiers of the guard battalion began to rush in with guns in hand. At the moment when the two armies met in the crowd, countless soldiers knelt on one knee and fired frequently in the direction of the Japanese not far away, using their bodies as cover to open up a passage of life for the soldiers of the 67th Regiment.

"withdraw!!!"

When Zhu Rong shouted this word, he leaped forward, so proud, as if the King of Hell had failed to stop them and they would have to spit a big sticky phlegm on the faces of the Black and White Impermanence, and rushed down with his men...

On both sides of the road, there were five flamethrowers on each side spraying out walls of fire to block the enemy. The moment they retreated, when Shen Guaizi should also retreat, a man named Liu Fu seemed to have forgotten the taboo of the flamethrowers, and at the same second he turned around, he showed the fuel tank behind him to the Japanese - bang!

The sudden gunshot from the crowd caused a spark to appear on the incendiary tank, and then the fuel dripping from the gun hole was ignited by the spark - whoosh!

My whole body was completely burning at that moment - boom!

With an explosion, flames shot up into the sky, completely engulfing Liu Fu...

"福(axe)zi!"

Shen Guaizi had already retreated, but his entire face was still completely illuminated by the flames in broad daylight. Liu Fu was already hopeless. Not to mention the fire just now, the Type 38 bullet that pierced the fuel tank was enough to choke him. Perhaps this is the fate of a flamethrower. When you set others on fire on the battlefield, you are destined to be set on fire by others.

At least, this fate is much better than the Japanese soldiers carrying Molotov bottles in the Battle of Nomonhan. Those soldiers rushed towards the T-26 tanks with a bottle in their hands. When they first went to the battlefield, they thought that each person was given a bottle of drink as a privilege. Who knew that the bottle would be snatched away the same second they finished the drink, and when it was returned, it was already filled with gasoline...

Now, there is only one year left before the Battle of Nomonhan which will break out in 1939. One year later, the Japanese will be completely defeated by the Russians with the full strength of an "industrial country". They will abandon their plan to go north and be forced to go south. In the overall world situation, Germany and the Russians will fight to the death, like two lion kings on the African savannah, and both will suffer losses in the end.

At this time, although Xu Chaoyang was already trying his best to catch up, facing a real industrial country, he could only rely on the resources in his hands to crush the Japanese in light weapons. Tanks? Armored vehicles? Warships? Aircraft? Radar? They were all unlit blocks on the technology tree.

"battalion commander!!"

"Look! Captain Zhu has rescued the kidnapper!"

After hearing this, Qu Yong glanced at the soldier beside him, glared at him and asked, "Did you call me kidnapper?"

boom!boom!boom!boom!
On the battlefield, rifles loaded with dum-dum bullets were constantly firing, and all the soldiers escorted Zhu Rong and his men as they retreated; the flamethrowers were used to burn the surrounding dry grass and trees, using the fire to stop the enemy from pursuing them...

When the soldier was stunned in front of Qu Yong and didn't know how to answer, Qu Yong didn't ask any further questions, but took out a new thing from his pocket!

This was what Tong Meng handed to him before he left the arsenal. He called it...

"Sky-high monkey!"

"Fuck the monkey, this is a flare gun!"

That night, Tong Meng gave him a signal gun, and after testing it once at night, he almost attracted the militia guards of Xin County. The thing formed a light spot and shot towards the sky, shining brightly in the night sky...

Tong Meng also told him: "When you want to do something, if it is inconvenient to communicate, use this thing as a signal!"

Now, it’s time, even in broad daylight, can you see it?
Qu Yong raised his gun, rushed forward and pulled the trigger - bang!

With a gunshot, a red flare shot straight into the sky!
This is a signal flare used exclusively during the day because red is more penetrating, while at night, yellow is generally used as it is brighter.

……

"run!!!!"

The moment Shen Guaizi saw the flare, he shouted like crazy at the team behind him, wishing his voice would break. He pushed and shoved the people around him back, he was mad with anxiety.

"in the end……"

"run!!!!!"

Some people wanted to ask questions, but at this critical moment, Shen Guaizi didn't even give them time to say a word and urged everyone to run backwards.

Under the fire, the entire guard battalion retreated. The wounded soldiers of the 67th Regiment who were unable to run were all carried up by the soldiers of the guard battalion, and they walked like crazy...

The next second, near Zhongzhuangpu, ten 150-mm heavy mortar barrels had been erected, and next to each barrel was a box of special ammunition. All of this ammunition had been carried on the backs of the soldiers of the guard battalion, and they were not even comfortable letting the horses carry it!

(End of this chapter)