The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 19 Choice
...In many literary works, we can see that an ordinary person will experience great psychological and physical discomfort after killing someone, including nausea, vomiting, trance and many other symptoms.

The above statements are both correct and incorrect.

What do you mean? It's true that most Chinese people are kind, and they'd be very uncomfortable after killing someone.

But it depends on who the target is. If you kill the Japanese on the battlefield of World War II, it is equivalent to killing some vicious beasts, and the psychological threshold can be greatly increased.

Killing them is equivalent to saving lives, which is a meritorious deed. What is there to be dissatisfied about?
...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

Hu Biao, Zhang Wei, Gao Yi, and Zhou Kun, like idiots, surrounded the little tank and banged it around, which did have some effect.

After all, the Japanese crew members were somewhat panicked when facing such an attack.

The driver instinctively turned the tank, hoping that the machine gun on it could find a firing range and kill the guys who were besieging them.

With this rotation, the track finally moved away from the old squad leader.

The first thing Zhou Kun did was to grab the old squad leader's shoulders with both hands, pull him out of the small tank, and make him spin in place.

However, during the dragging, although the old squad leader's body was not as broken as the unlucky company commander of the Third Replacement Company in the past, he was broken into two pieces by being dragged.

However, there were obvious depressions in the chest and abdomen, and it was unknown how many ribs were broken and how badly the internal organs were injured.

Anyway, the old squad leader was spitting out blood at this moment and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

Upon seeing this, the old squad leader's various benefits for the time travelers came to Zhou Kun like a tide, but he could do nothing at the moment.

For a moment, Zhou Kun squatted beside the old squad leader, at a loss, not knowing how to deal with the situation.

There was no way! His knowledge of materials science was completely useless at the moment.

After the old squad leader vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his condition actually improved a little. He suddenly jumped up, grabbed Zhou Kun's clothes, pulled his head to his side, and hurriedly said a few words.

His hands loosened and his head tilted, and he was dead.

No one knew what the old squad leader said, but Zhou Kun was in a daze and looked like a fool for the rest of the time.

Just at this moment, the crew of the small tank found Zhou Kun in the narrow shooting hole while turning left and right.

It will continue to rotate immediately, and once the angle is adjusted, it will immediately open fire at this side.

Seeing this, Hu Biao, Zhang Wei and Gao Yi pounded even harder on the hull of the tank, or the hatch on the top for entry and exit, but the Japanese soldiers simply ignored them.

At such a critical moment, Wang Peng rushed over holding the iron bucket full of hot oil.

Even though Wang Peng tore off two pieces of his clothes and wrapped them around his hands in a hurry, the iron barrel filled with boiling hot oil still severely burned his hands in a very short time.

But even so, Wang Peng was reluctant and didn't dare to throw away the bucket in his hand.

Because this was the only way he could think of to kill this little devil in such a short time:
Take this bucket of boiling lard and pour it from the top of the little tank to see if the hot oil can flow into the interior through the gap and burn those devils to death.

It would be best if we could ignite the oil and burn the Japanese.

There are two things Wang Peng is unsure about the above operations, but he can only give it a try.

First of all, how sealed is the top of the Japanese's little tank? Can hot oil penetrate into the interior after being poured on it?

Secondly, he remembered that the flash point of lard was 200 or 300 degrees Celsius, and he didn't know if it could be easily ignited.

Fortunately, after rushing closer, Wang Peng was surprised to see Zhang Wei, who was on top of the tank and was smashing it with a Hanyang rifle.

Although he had already smashed the sturdy butt of a Hanyang rifle into pieces, he was now smashing it with a stone.

But now, the top hatch of the Japanese's thin-skinned little tank was hit and severely deformed.

A gap as wide as a finger and about twenty centimeters long was smashed out, through which hot oil could be poured and some ignition materials could be stuffed.

We have to thank the Japanese for this. In order to save steel, the roof of the tank was not very thick when it was manufactured. Otherwise, if it were a tank manufactured by the Germans or Uncle Sam, you would work yourself to death but still not be able to crack a hole in it.

Immediately, he shouted at Zhang Wei:

"Stop smashing it, you street thugs! Pour this in and scald them to death."

Hearing this, Zhang Wei, with red eyes, immediately became excited. He threw away the stone in his hand, leaned forward, and stretched out his hands to take the iron bucket from Zhang Wei's hand. The next second, he and Wang Peng both let out a loud scream.

Why? Zhang Wei was caught off guard, and even though he was holding onto the hem of the clothes wrapped around the bucket, his palms were still burned. This made me understand Zhang Wei's immense frustration at being burned to death but not daring to throw it away.

Wang Peng was in an even worse situation. In a short while, his palms were severely burned, and large pieces of rotten flesh were stuck to his lapels.

Zhang Wei pulled hard, and a large piece of skin was torn off, and immediately a sharp pain went straight to the top of his head.

Fortunately, the efforts of the two were totally worth it. When Zhang Wei endured the scalding heat of the iron barrel and poured hot oil into the gap, the little bean stopped spinning.

The Japanese soldiers inside were scalded by the hot oil and let out shrill screams.

After most of the hot oil was poured out, Wang Peng was about to take out a match to light a piece of cloth to see if he could ignite the lard.

The hatch of the little tank was above the driver's head and was open.

There were three Japanese soldiers in the crew, but only one of them had blood on his head and large burns on his neck. He let out a shrill scream and crawled out desperately.

He wanted to escape from the tank, which had now become a death coffin.

But the moment he climbed out, the kitchen knife with a bent blade and the Hanyang rifle with a broken buttstock beside him were already waving at him frantically.

Even though they were already dead, the attacks did not stop.

Because at this moment, Hu Biao and the others completely let out the fear, anger, sadness and other emotions that had accumulated in their hearts in this way.

As for the other Japanese crew members, Hu Biao, holding a bloody kitchen knife, took a look inside.

They discovered that they had already been killed by the powerful grenade that Young Master Feng had detonated earlier...

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Five minutes later, leaning against the damp trench as if he had no bones, Hu Biao asked:
"Everyone, what are your plans next?"

After asking this question, Hu Biao realized that his voice had become very hoarse due to constantly yelling at the top of his lungs during the short battle.

Just as he finished asking, a shell from a Type 92 infantry gun landed not far away.

Suddenly, a large amount of mud and sand flew up, flew over the trench, and then fell down on Hu Biao and others. Soon, their bodies were covered in dust.

What made Hu Biao ask the above question was that after they killed the crew of the Little Bean Tank, the battle was actually over.

There were only about ten Japanese soldiers left, and they began to retreat to the rear, dragging some corpses.

However, among the brothers who rushed out with the deputy company commander, not a single one was left standing. They repelled the Japanese attack at the astonishing price of all their lives.

Now they were all lying on the ground, entangled with the corpses of the devils.

Then Wang Peng was the first to react. The Japanese tactics were rather rigid. Basically, the artillery bombarded the area, and then the infantry charged. After the infantry charged, they bombarded the area again with artillery.

So the open space in front of the position soon became unsafe, and they quickly called out to the other men: "Take the old squad leader and retreat to the trench quickly, the Japanese will soon fire artillery."

After saying that, several people carried the old squad leader's body and pulled the distraught Zhou Kun back to the trench together.

Sure enough, just as they hurried back, artillery shells began to fall on the position; Wang Peng, a veteran PLA soldier, was finally reliable for once.

Unfortunately, by this time, they found that the old squad leader had already passed away.

What's worse is that on the huge No. 7 position, there are only five of them who are still breathing; a fully staffed special forces company only has these few people left.

Therefore, now if they want to escape, it can be said that no one will care about them anymore.

But now Hu Biao doesn't want to run away. This young man, who has completely collapsed in the modern plane, plans to defend this position to the death.

Either they get the order from the higher-ups and retreat with honor, so as not to bring shame to the more than 160 brothers in the special forces company.

Either I die here, or I die in battle here. I have only spent a few days with these people, and I don’t know whether it is more appropriate to call them seniors or brothers.

Faced with such an almost certain death, he also knew that the only fate he could decide was his own.

As for the other four people, Wang Peng, Zhou Kun, Gao Yi, and Zhang Wei, how should they choose? He didn't want to force them, nor could he force them, so he asked that question...

(End of this chapter)