The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 107 The Last Shell

"Brother Huang, it's okay! We don't blame you." After hurriedly saying this, Uncle Bo quickly moved away with the empty gun.

He didn't even squeeze out a little time to extend a hand to Huang Sanxi or close his wide-open eyes.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he really can't do it, because he knows from his own combat experience that he has stayed in this position for too long.

So there must be some devils who have already set their sights on him as a threat.

As Uncle Bo expected, he had just taken four steps with the Type 38 rifle in his hand when a fragmentation grenade fired from a grenade launcher fell behind him.

Then Uncle Bo took two or three steps forward, still far from the killing range of the high-explosion grenade.

The fragmentation grenade exploded, and the shock wave produced by the explosion pushed him directly, causing him to rush forward several steps and then fall flat on his face.

There was an intimate friction between my face and the ground, it was really painful.

Then, when he struggled to get up, he failed the first time.

Because as he moved, he felt an indescribable pain in his back. God knows how many shrapnel were flying on his back.

But even so, after lying on the ground for a few seconds, Uncle Bo took a deep breath and successfully got up in one go. He knelt on one knee and made a standard shooting kneeling posture.

In the following moments, this serious soldier's hands were surprisingly steady as he loaded the bullets, pulled the bolt, and fired the gun.

The first shot pierced the neck of a Japanese soldier who had just knocked a small melon grenade on his helmet and was about to put it into the grenade launcher.

The smoking grenade in the devil's hand immediately fell to the ground.

After being stunned for a second, the surrounding Japanese soldiers reacted and immediately stumbled to get up and run; unfortunately, they bumped into each other in their haste, wasting the most precious time to escape.

When the grenade exploded, the Japanese grenade launcher team was completely destroyed.

The second and third shots were fired in succession in a very short period of time, killing the positive and negative shooters of a Type 96 light machine gun at the same position.

The two devils were stacked on top of each other like a pyramid.

The fourth shot caused a pool of blood on the left cheek of a Japanese second lieutenant who rushed forward by kicking his men.

When he pulled the trigger for the fifth shot, Uncle Bo already felt that his hands had no strength. The 3.95 kg Type rifle in his hands felt heavier than ever before.

However, before pulling the trigger, he still used his last bit of strength to prevent the gun from shaking at all.

He let all his remaining energy and spirit go out with a bullet from the gun barrel; he shot another grenade launcher operator to the ground.

Then, Uncle Bo felt completely drained and fell to the ground with strong regret.

Because he was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, he knew clearly that the Japanese soldiers next to the grenade launcher could come up immediately, so he operated the thing and continued to fire, causing heavy casualties to Hu Biao and others.

Unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to suppress them...

It was quite a coincidence that when Uncle Bo was in a state of near death, the sledgehammer could no longer roll even at a distance of only forty or fifty meters from him.

If you think about it carefully, the situation is even worse.

The gas worker was shot four times, one in the shoulder, two in the back, and one in the thigh. He lay face down on the blood-stained ground, with no strength left in his body.

The Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun continued to fire bullets, causing the surrounding mud and sand to fly.

It hit the skin on his head and face, causing him severe pain.

But even so, he still tightly grasped the Czech light machine gun that originally belonged to Black Star, his heart filled with great unwillingness.

Because he was worried that the thing would soon turn its gun around and fire crazily at Hu Biao and other time travelers, as well as the brothers of the Gui army.

It caused them terrible casualties and might even have led to the failure of the operation.

For a moment, this honest man felt no fear of death, but instead a huge sense of guilt; guilt for not completing the task assigned by Hu Biao and for holding up the Type 92 heavy machine gun. Finally, with this sense of guilt, he exhaled his last breath.

He died without anyone noticing.

In fact, whether it was Uncle Bo who was in a near-death state or the dead Hammer, one thing they didn't know was:

All the efforts they had made before were not in vain.

It wasn't that at this point, the tanks had already successfully rushed to the outer defense positions and rushed towards the heavy artillery positions further back.

Thanks to the efforts of the two of them, the tank is now only thirty or forty meters away from the outer defense position.

At the current speed of tank advancement, it would only take a dozen or twenty seconds to reach the position; then break through the fortifications built by the Japanese with sandbags.

Move forward, keep moving forward, keep moving forward.

Unfortunately, this also means that the situation for Hu Biao and other guards who accompanied the tank charge has reached its most difficult time.

Even though they fired desperately, they still couldn't stop the large number of Japs from coming up; the Japs had already rushed to within twenty steps of the tanks.

This resulted in two consequences, one good and one bad.

The good consequence is: when the two sides are confronting each other and are about to get involved.

In order to avoid accidental injury to their own personnel, the Japanese soldiers in the outer defense positions in the rear, whether they were light or heavy machine guns or grenade launcher teams, could no longer continue firing.

So in a sense, Uncle Bo and Hammer have completed their tasks.

The action team suppressed the firepower of machine guns, grenade launchers and other weapons, buying enough precious time.

The bad consequence was that among the crowd of Japanese soldiers rushing over, there were not only a large number of Japanese soldiers with bayonets, but also many members who were holding explosive packs or grenades.

If they were allowed to get close to the tank and the explosives on their bodies detonated, Hu Biao and his team's operation would fail immediately.

So in order to stop these devils, especially those holding explosive packs, the battle between the two sides entered the most intense and fierce state.

In such fierce battles, the bloodiness is greater and people die faster.

Tactical moves, marksmanship, and physical prowess were all useless. The only thing that mattered was the illusory luck...

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It was seven or eight steps to the right of the Type 89 tank.

When the submachine gun in his hand made a sound of blank bullets hitting each other, AT immediately shouted "Oh no" in his heart.

Because five or six Japanese soldiers with bayonets were rushing up to protect a Japanese soldier holding a pack of explosives, and were only seven or eight steps away from him.

This distance was not enough for him to replace the magazine for his submachine gun.

Pull out the pistol as a secondary weapon and fire at these devils? He didn't have a pistol on him now.

AT originally had a 20-shot Jin-made Mauser pistol on him as a secondary weapon in emergencies; but before setting off, it was requisitioned by the vanguard team led by Huang A-di and equipped with a DIY silencer.

Anyway, up to now, apart from the last resort, AT really can't think of any other way to stop these devils.

Without hesitation, AT used his last resort. To put it bluntly, he rushed towards the devils and pulled the fuse of a bundle of wooden-handled grenades on his body.

The time is very short and the conditions are limited.

This pretty boy who had used his heartless artillery to teach the Japanese a lesson several times at the Dunwu Temple position was indeed unable to build another poor man's heavy artillery like this.

But that doesn't mean he has no other way to give the Japanese a hard round; because he himself is the last shell.

Yes! That's it...

(End of this chapter)