The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 235 Tug of War (Part )
March 3th was the first day that Hu Biao and his men entered Taierzhuang, around 27 o'clock in the evening.

There had been no sound of gunfire for some time, and Taierzhuang was so quiet that it was almost eerie.

With a "swish" sound, Hu Biao, who was in a half-collapsed courtyard, struck a match and lit an "Laodao" cigarette.

Then he stuffed the flickering cigarette butt into a 12.7mm caliber bullet casing.

After trying his best to avoid exposing his position with the cigarette butt in his hand, he started to smoke with a "puff, puff" sound.

This guy was smoking a cigarette while looking at the distant starry sky above his head. His expression seemed a little absent-minded, and no one knew what he was thinking.

And on the ground in front of him, cigarette butts were visibly scattered all over the floor.

As time travelers, Hu Biao and his friends naturally knew that the human body was most sleepy after 3: in the morning, which was also the golden time for night attacks.

So there is no doubt that the suicide squad they organized will not set out until 3 o'clock tonight, quietly approaching the area controlled by the devils.
It was not until after 3: that they finally launched an attack and officially began a night raid.

In order not to alert the enemy, they did not arrange any snipers to shoot at the Japanese tonight.

Then the question arises, doesn't Hu Biao need to participate in the suicide squad's night attack tonight, so he doesn't need to have a good sleep first and get enough rest to recapture the positions lost during the day?
You're kidding! Of course he's going.

To be more precise, all eight time travelers who are currently in Taierzhuang will participate.

Since they were the ones who proposed the idea of ​​forming a suicide squad for a night attack, it was naturally impossible for only the brothers of the 131st Division of the Northwest Army to go on the mission. The Subei Independent Regiment also had to send people.

However, the new recruits of the Subei Independent Regiment had no previous combat experience, and very few of them were capable of taking on such a task.

In desperation, all of these time travelers had to take action.

After eating some Uncle Sam's canned beef and cold steamed buns for breakfast, they knew they had to take a break and have enough energy to participate in the action.

But as long as you think about the abnormal javelins of the devils during the day, their center-blooming tactics have just begun.

According to historical records, theoretically they needed to hold on for another three days, until the 31st, when the National Army could complete the encirclement of the Seya Detachment and launch a counterattack across the board.

The next three days of holding on will probably be extremely difficult.

Therefore, at this moment, every one of the eight time travelers in Taierzhuang was preoccupied with some matters of the heart, suffering from a rare case of insomnia...

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There is an old Chinese saying: I examine myself three times a day.

Looking at the starry sky that seemed particularly deep tonight, Hu Biao suddenly felt his own insignificance, and his mind became unusually clear for a moment.

For this reason, I began to seriously reflect on my performance in recent times.

First of all, Hu Biao was reflecting on whether he had become a little arrogant after taking advantage of the Japanese many times by relying on the advanced tactics and concepts of the modern dimension?

After thinking about it seriously, he realized that he was a little arrogant and underestimated the Japanese.

It is true that the Japanese lack strategic vision, but there are still some smart people among them, who are particularly good at taking advantage of small details.

Therefore, while these rookies from the modern dimension continued to grow in the war, the Japanese were also constantly learning after suffering losses.

This point can be said to be clearly reflected in the Japanese's street fighting performance today; it is much more difficult to fight than when they were in Teng County.

It is even possible that after the Battle of Taierzhuang, the surviving Japanese soldiers of the Seya Detachment became experts in street fighting.

What to do? As Hu Biao fiercely threw away a cigarette butt, he made a decision in his heart:
No Japanese soldier from the Seya Detachment can be let escape, and they must not have a chance to survive. The experience gained from Taierzhuang must be passed on to other Japanese soldiers.

In the following time, Hu Biao thought about another problem: when his reputation as Hu Tuanzuo and the "Tiger of Songhu" grew bigger and bigger in this era.

Considering the huge temptation of penicillin and various medicines to all parties, are he and even the entire team of time travelers a little too proud?

After careful consideration, the result made him feel a little ashamed.

Hu Biao still had to admit that he was indeed a little arrogant, and the other time travelers were also a little bit arrogant; in recent times, many of everyone's actions were undoubtedly playing with fire.

It is true that Hu Biao is quite famous, but personal fame in the Republic of China period is definitely not something indestructible.

That is to say, up to now, those big shots have not made up their minds to take action against me.

Otherwise, how could his fame, as a mere commander Hu, be greater than that of the young marshal of the Northeast Army?
After the young marshal angered the bald principal, he was placed under house arrest for 54 years. Even after the bald principal died, his son continued to hold him under house arrest for another 15 years. Therefore, subsequent operations must be more cautious.

There is another key point. No matter how glorious their past achievements were, to put it bluntly, there are only so many of them, and they can only play a role on some small battlefields.

If you throw it into some big battles, even if the bones and residue are boiled dry, they won't make much splash; so you must have some sense and never get carried away.

In short, after thinking about all the above during a period of deep reflection, Hu Biao couldn't help but feel a little scared.

However, in this process, they have become more aware of their situation and actual strength, which is a good thing...

Compared to Hu Biao, who began a rare deep reflection on himself when he couldn't sleep; other time travelers, after suffering from insomnia, used other ways to pass the difficult time before the action.

For example, Xufeng and Van Gogh sat together with a group of Northwest Army brothers who participated in the suicide squad's night attack today. They were smoking and making dirty jokes.

To be more specific, it was the two old SPs who were speaking, and a large group of people were listening.

After all, with some of the routines they have seen or heard of in the modern dimension, how could these Northwest Army soldiers, some of whom are even green hands, have heard of them?

After the two people fabricated the story and pinned it on themselves, the people who heard it blushed, but their faces were full of longing.

As for what they said, will it lead these simple soldiers astray?
It can only be said that Xufeng and Van Gogh both knew one thing clearly in their hearts:
Organizing a suicide squad tonight to retake the position at night is simple to say, but the process is extremely dangerous; if one-third of the suicide squad can come back alive, it is already an excellent result.

If you lead them astray, they should have a chance to speak up.

Therefore, instead of letting them wait for the time to come in agony and tension before taking action, it is better to use this nonsense method to let their spirits relax before death.

Van Gogh chatted like this until he thought of some things that happened during the day.

He immediately opened his mouth to the brothers of the Northwest Army and made the following request: "Brothers, the Northwest Army's broadswords have always been very famous, and they frightened the Japanese at Xifengkou.

I don’t know who has better knife skills, and we also want to learn.

Don't worry, the teaching will not be in vain, and the tuition fee will definitely be satisfactory."

Upon hearing this, Xu Feng also perked up and agreed: "Yes! It's just necessary to pay respect to the master and offer tea, these are not a big deal."

Just after such a request, the Northwest Army soldiers, who were originally very excited, suddenly fell silent.

They all turned their heads and looked at a warrant officer who was in his thirties and had a scary scar on his left cheek. He was undoubtedly the one with the best swordsmanship among them.

But after seeing this, the warrant officer smiled bitterly and said:
"The famous commanders Xu and Fan of the Subei Independent Regiment want to learn swordsmanship to kill the devils. That's a blessing for me, Ren Dayong. They can pay the tuition and become their apprentices.

I will certainly teach you the swordsmanship, but I would also like to let you two commanders know some things so that I won't mislead you on the battlefield in the future.

The iron we use to make swords is not good enough. The blade must be thick enough to prevent it from bending and breaking during fighting. In this way, a sword will weigh at least 4 pounds, and continuous swinging will consume a lot of physical strength, which is far less labor-saving than a bayonet.

In the fight of cold weapons on the battlefield, there is also a saying that the longer the weapon, the stronger it is.

In actual combat, the Japanese bayonets stabbed straight back and forth, and the speed was much faster. If several of them leaned against each other, it would be difficult for us to get close to them with our swords.

So, our Northwest Army's broadsword team was actually a helpless move because we couldn't even equip ourselves with rifles and bayonets."

After hearing the above statement, Xufeng and Van Gogh looked at each other, and then they realized that the exaggerations in various film and television dramas in the modern dimension regarding this aspect were really too great.

Back then, these ancestors were far inferior to their opponents in equipment, and they relied entirely on their determination to fight to the death to stop the Japanese from their evil ambitions to annex this land.

"Is there nothing good about a weapon like a broadsword?" Xu Feng asked unwillingly.

"Of course not." Ren Dayong pointed to the hideous wound on his face and said proudly:

"During the Battle of Xifengkou, I was serving in the 29th Army. Before a second lieutenant could strike me, I had already killed six Japanese soldiers.

Even that Japanese second lieutenant had his head chopped off by me.

"Using a broadsword, you can't beat the Japanese bayonets. This is just a common situation for ordinary soldiers. We Chinese are the ancestors of using swords. As long as we practice swordsmanship to perfection, their bayonet fighting skills are really nothing..."

(End of this chapter)