The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 203: Fighting for the City (Part )

On March 3, after the Japanese army's first attack, the battle became extremely fierce because the southern city wall was the focus of the attack.

Fortunately, with the addition of Hu Biao and others, the firepower of the southern city wall was greatly improved.

The Japanese soldiers who tried to rush into the city through the gap suffered heavy casualties every time they tried.

After all, the firepower brought by the two MG34 general-purpose machine guns, one Czech light machine gun, and five MP28 submachine guns in their hands is at least equivalent to the firepower intensity of one or two companies of the Sichuan Army.

You should know that among these Sichuan troops, there are actually quite a few who use the legendary "single-handed" strategy.

Specifically, this thing uses a hinge structure design.

Only one bullet can be loaded at a time; after firing, the gun needs to be split in half like a hunting rifle, the bullet shell needs to be removed, and then another bullet needs to be loaded before it can be fired.

The firepower of the MP28 submachine gun in Hu Biao's hand can at least match that of an entire squad of Sichuan troops using such weapons.

If you really think about it, it's not an exaggeration to say that he's responsible for two classes.

Even so, during this long day of fighting, all the travelers were filled with anger due to various circumstances...

At 1:12 p.m., the Japanese launched their second attack.

Amidst the sounds of "da da, da da da", Xufeng set up an MG34 general-purpose machine gun and fired continuously at the Japanese soldiers under the city using a burst of two or three bullets.

Actual combat is the best teacher and the best training method.

Even though Xu Feng's last time traveling only took five days, the battles were too intense and he fought too many times.

His performance in the battle at this moment already seemed quite sophisticated.

This is not! Although he is not a professional machine gunner.

But under the influence of his former comrades such as Black Star and Dead Fish, he used the German MG34 general-purpose machine gun in the same way as he operated the Czech light machine gun.

Thanks to the good stability and range of the MG34 machine gun, good results were continuously achieved.

After firing 50 or 300 bullets from a -round ammunition belt, a grenade launcher team of the Japanese more than meters away from the city was completely knocked to the ground.

Unfortunately, before he could turn the gun, he used the remaining dozen or so bullets to shoot down a nearby Japanese Type 96 light machine gun.

Suddenly, he heard a voice saying "get down" and at the same time, he felt someone pulling his left arm hard, pulling him and the MG34 general-purpose machine gun to the ground, and the back of his head hit the ground heavily.

Even though he was wearing an M35 helmet, his head was still dizzy from the impact.

The next second he couldn't care less about this, because the wall in front of them suddenly exploded violently; the shock wave of the explosion brought a gust of air, and a large amount of brick and stone debris and shrapnel flew over his head.

There was no doubt that it was the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun, which had just fired a 70mm shell at this huge firepower point.

It means that if the people around him hadn't pulled him back, he would have been blown away with his gun.

This made him feel extremely grateful and optimistic towards the rookie Van Gogh who was assigned to lead him and act as the secondary shooter. He said in great earnest:
"Thanks, brother. I owe you one.

Besides! You are very alert and born to be a fighter."

"It's okay, it's okay." Van Gogh said this; his tone was quite calm, but the emotions in his heart were like a turbulent sea.

The reason why he was able to lie down in time was that he also helped Xufeng.

And he received a high evaluation: "You are born to fight."

This is entirely due to the good habit of always keeping an eye on all directions and listening carefully that he developed during his career as a big-name pilot in the modern dimension.

This good habit allowed him to discover in time that the Japanese were about to open fire at this side.

There was no other way! The wages for transporting pig trotters were high, but the risks were also great; if you were caught, you would be sent to work on a sewing machine.

But then again, no matter how dangerous flying a plane was, it couldn't compare to the current battlefield. The intense fear that if he had been slower by half a second, he would have died made his legs weak.

After thanking Van Gogh, Xufeng quickly got up from the ground.

After picking up the MG34, he used up the remaining dozen or so bullets on the belt and fired them at a group of Japanese soldiers about 34 or meters away on the left. Without even noticing how many he had knocked down, he decisively picked up the MG and rushed to another backup firing point on the right.

At the same time, he shouted two words: "Transfer."

After hearing the call, although his legs were still very weak, Van Gogh got up and ran over; after running a few steps, he felt something was wrong.

Looking back, I finally understood what was going on.

A standard MG34 general-purpose machine gun combat team consists of a total of three people; in addition to the main and deputy gunners, there is also an ammunition handler.

At this moment, their ammunition handler, a brother from the engineering platoon, looked only fifteen or sixteen years old due to long-term malnutrition; in fact, he was already eighteen years old. He was lying on the ground.

He was not dead yet, lying on the ground still twitching.

Instinctively, Van Gogh turned around and rushed back, taking out a roll of gauze from his pocket to save the man.

Because this guy named Wei Yun is actually a chatterbox; ever since he, Xufeng, and this guy were assigned to an MG34 general-purpose machine gun combat team yesterday, he has been talking non-stop.

As a result, Van Gogh learned a lot about his situation in a short period of time.

For example, there were originally seven brothers and sisters in the family, but they all died young, leaving only him as the only child.

His family introduced him to a daughter-in-law from the next village. He once secretly went to see her. The girl had a round face with delicate features and was really pretty.

He is also very hardworking and can cut a large basket of pig grass in a short time.

Unfortunately, before the two of them could get married at the end of the year, their commander was going to take them out of Sichuan to fight the Japanese.

Fortunately, before leaving Sichuan, his wife-to-be asked someone to tell him to focus on fighting the Japanese invaders, and she would wait for him to return home before marrying him.

Although as a single dog, Van Gogh was a little unhappy about this kind of forced feeding of dog food, it did not mean that he was willing to see Wei Yun die here.

But after running back in a hurry, Van Gogh was a little dumbfounded.

Wei Yun must have been a little slow in lying down because of the artillery shell just now. Now his face was blown to pieces, and even the white bone fragments were faintly visible.

Such an injury left him holding a piece of gauze, not knowing what to do with it.

When Wei Yun saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up; he grabbed Van Gogh's hands and wanted to say some last words, but they were completely inaudible in the noisy battlefield.

Seeing this, Van Gogh was just about to put his ear closer to listen to what the other person wanted to say.

No matter what happens, I have to help him fulfill his wish.

Just at this moment, after Xufeng threw a wooden-handled grenade, he found that there was no one around to help him change the ammunition belt, so he turned around and saw this situation.

He immediately shouted, "Van Gogh, forget it! Come over here and change your ammunition belt! The Japs can't hold us back any longer."

When faced with two evils, choosing the lesser one is naturally more important, so stopping the Japanese is more important.

"Medic, come and save people." After shouting this at the top of his lungs, Van Gogh hardened his heart and used a lot of strength to shake off Wei Yun's hands that were holding him.

He picked up two blood-stained bullet belts from the opponent and rushed towards Xufeng.

Finally, after two new ammunition belts were replaced and almost all of them were used up, the Japanese, who had suffered hundreds of casualties, retreated again.

Van Gogh rushed to Wei Yun's side immediately.

But this chatterbox had already passed away. Perhaps he didn't even have time to finish his last words. The only intact eyes on his face were filled with unspeakable regret.

Van Gogh saw this and felt indescribable guilt.

At this time, Xufeng walked over, and before he could say anything, Van Gogh punched him in the face.

Xu Feng wanted to take action when he suddenly got angry, but he didn't do anything in the end.

Because after Van Gogh punched him, the novice collapsed to the ground with red eyes; at this moment, he finally understood clearly what war was, this damn war...

(End of this chapter)