The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 217: Leakage (Additional chapter 610 for the color shadow master)

March 3, 17, 3:02 p.m.

When the eight 8mm heavy artillery pieces had to stop firing due to the heat in their barrels after firing for a long time, the Japanese finally launched another attack.

The first unit to participate in the attack was the 10rd Infantry Battalion of the th Infantry Regiment, with a total of more than people.

It’s not that the Japanese don’t have more infantry, nor that they intend to use the tactic of adding fuel to the fire, but that Teng County has a limited area and a complex environment of street fighting.

If they deployed too many troops at once, not only would they be unable to deploy them, but it would also result in more casualties.

And the moment the artillery fire stopped, Hu Biao, who was originally sleeping in the anti-artillery cave, jumped up from the ground the next second.

While pulling out his MP28 submachine gun from the loose soil beside him, he shouted:
"Everyone follow me out and prepare to fight."

After saying that, he pushed aside a thick wooden board used to camouflage and block the air-raid shelter with great effort, and was the first to crawl out of the air-raid shelter.

Just at this moment, a spring breeze blew by, and his nerves, which had been staying in the dark, narrow and crowded air-raid shelter for a long time, felt indescribably relaxed.

Then, a completely unrecognizable Teng County appeared before his eyes.

Almost all the houses in my memory have either collapsed, are crumbling ruins, or are still burning.

Only a church with a mustache flag flying in the distance still stands there intact.

With such a doomsday ruins scene, even the people who have lived in Teng County since childhood might not be able to recognize that this is the city where they were born and raised.
After thinking of something for a moment, Hu Biao became a little dazed.

Because what Hu Biao thought was that compared with Uncle Sam's ammunition consumption and generosity, the current Japanese bombardment was nothing.

So, I couldn’t handle such a scene.

Then those predecessors at Shangganling were in deeper and narrower tunnels.

How did they hold on for such a long time in the face of Uncle Sam's "Van Fleet ammunition"?
Hu Biao had no time to think clearly about this, as dozens of brothers behind him had already filed out.

Faced with the Japanese who could enter the city at any time, he could only quickly gather himself and lead everyone to make the final preparations for the battle.

The essence of war is ultimately a collision of hard power between the two sides. After the Japanese's heavy bombing, their previous preparations were almost destroyed.

Then the battle between the two sides will become relatively fair, and it will all come down to the fighting spirit of the warriors...

*****
"Fuck! Who said the Japanese had rigid tactics and only one mind?"

Mr. Nan Ze, wearing a dusty bed sheet as camouflage, was lying in the ruins. Looking at a group of Japanese soldiers not far away, he complained like this.

The reason for this is that the Japanese had obviously learned to be smarter after they started attacking in the afternoon.

They did not gather at least a small team of soldiers together as they did in the morning and advance in a dense formation in the city.

Like the devils in front of him now, there were only about twenty-five or twenty-six of them, the size of two squads at most.

They were separated by a long distance from each other and were extremely cautious in their actions.

In this case, Mr. Nan Ze had several DIY anti-personnel mines connected to their ropes in his hands; he was in a dilemma for a moment, not knowing whether to pull them or not.

Pull it? The enemy's positions are too spread out. The blast range of the DIY anti-personnel mine can only kill three or four enemy soldiers at most. It's a bit of a loss.

Not pulling it? Soon after, a Japanese scout, after carefully searching all the way, was about to reach his hidden position.

Finally, when the Japanese scout was only seven or eight meters away from him, Nan Ze made a decision in his heart: pull.

With the force of his hands, a rope hidden under the dust and loose soil produced by the explosion was tightened and bounced up, eventually pulling out the fuses of several DIY anti-personnel mines.

The fuse had been modified so that it exploded the moment it was pulled.

Amidst the dense flying of iron nails, stones and porcelain fragments, three Japanese soldiers within the explosion range were blown into pieces like sieves on the spot.

Although he did not die immediately, he rolled on the ground or twitched due to severe pain after falling to the ground, and had completely lost his fighting ability.

Nan Ze didn't even have time to take a second look at the results of this battle. He took advantage of the brief moment when the explosion sounded and the Japanese vanguard not far in front of him was still a little distracted, picked up a Type 38 rifle at hand and pulled the trigger.

At such a close distance, the bullet directly broke the Japanese soldier's Adam's apple.

A second later, Mr. Nanze did not continue to pull the bolt and continue firing.

He pulled off a small melon grenade from his body, pulled the safety pin, knocked it on a brick in front of him, and threw it out with force.

And this operation was almost the same action performed by all of the twenty or so people who were lying in ambush at the moment.

There was no other way! Although they had taken the initiative, they had gained some advantages.

However, since their team, composed of rookies and policemen, were far inferior to the Japanese in marksmanship, if they chose to shoot at the Japanese in subsequent battles, they might not be their match.

In other words, even if we win, the losses will be devastating.

On the contrary, throwing grenades would be more effective.

Look! In the explosions of more than twenty hand grenades and hand grenades, more than half of the Japanese soldiers were knocked down, and the remaining seven or eight were also injured.

Because of the previous bombing, the city is now full of dust.

At this moment, the continuous explosions of hand grenades and hand grenades raised huge clouds of dust, which obscured the figures of the remaining Japanese soldiers. They could not find anyone to shoot or throw grenades.

Without waiting for Nan Ze to do anything, Nan Feng, the old man of the Nan Ze family, shouted "Kill" and rushed out with a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet in hand, into the dense dust.

After seeing this scene, Nan Ze could only smile bitterly in his heart and follow with his rifle in hand.

As expected, Mr. Nan Ze’s choice was extremely correct and saved the lives of their entire family.

What did he say? Even if the opponent Nanfeng found was a Japanese sergeant with a shrapnel wound on his shoulder and his rifle dropped to the ground.

His fighting spirit is also very admirable.

But a professional soldier like the Japanese sergeant was still not someone that a weak scholar like him, who had only been on the battlefield for a few days, could defeat in hand-to-hand combat.

Nanfeng rushed into the dust and stabbed his bayonet at the sergeant's vague figure.

But as the sergeant dodged, he grabbed the gun barrel with his left hand and hit him in the face with an electric cannon with his right hand. As the world spun around, Nanfeng couldn't help but let the rifle slip out of his hand and was snatched away by the Japanese sergeant.

Fortunately, at this time, Nanfeng had already successfully arrived; after stabbing with all his strength, the bayonet in his hand penetrated deeply into the lower abdomen of the Japanese soldier.

But this Japanese sergeant was also fierce and endured the pain of being stabbed by the bayonet.

Holding the rifle he had just snatched in one hand, he smashed the butt of the rifle into Mr. Nan Ze's face, causing the novice time traveler to see stars in his head and take several steps back before regaining his sight.

At this time, he found that Nanfeng had fallen to the ground and was wrestling with the other party.

Because the two men kept rolling on the ground, he was clearly holding a Type 38 rifle in his hand, but he actually shot and stabbed with a bayonet for fear of accidentally injuring anyone.

While hesitating, he saw his old man in the fight and was hit by several punches from the other party. Mr. Nan Ze became angry, threw down his rifle, picked up half a brick and joined the fight.

It can also be regarded as a heroic feat of the Nan family's grandfather and grandson joining forces to fight the Japanese together.

A minute later, the Japanese sergeant finally died after being hit by seven or eight bricks.

Mr. Nan Ze was just about to say a few words to his old man, such as asking him not to rush so hard and to form a combat team with others,
As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out several bloody front teeth with a "puff" sound.

At this time, the dust still had not settled, but the battle here was completely over, and the remaining few Japanese devils were all killed.

Unfortunately, even though they had an absolute advantage in numbers in the final hand-to-hand combat, even without Mr. Nan Ze's injury, the result was still three deaths and two injuries.

This shows the strong fighting capacity of the Japs, and their subsequent battle will be far from as easy as in the morning.

"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield. Pick up all the grenades you can. Take the wounded to the air-raid shelter." Mr. Nan Ze issued this order in a voice that was seriously leaky...

(End of this chapter)