The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 236 Tug of War (Part )
At 28:2 a.m. on the 50th, the suicide squad participating in tonight's operation had assembled.

Including Hu Biao and eight others, there were a total of 268 people.

We will be divided into six groups and launch counterattacks on six different areas at the same time at 3:30; at all costs, we will take back the places lost during the day.

Because only by relying on such repeated tug-of-war can they hold out in Taierzhuang for long enough.

At first glance, you can clearly see that in addition to other weapons and equipment, every member of the suicide squad has eight wooden-handled grenades, or the Japanese's small melon grenades, hanging on their bodies.

Under normal circumstances, they would throw these grenades and hand grenades during battle to blow the Japanese to pieces.

In an abnormal situation, he was ready to sound the blast and then lead them to rush towards the Japanese, with the main goal of quickly taking back the lost areas before the Japanese reinforcements arrived.

It was also at this time that Hu Biao realized that because it was his first time organizing a suicide squad, he lacked experience and had forgotten too many necessary things.

Guys like Yizi, Huoyazi, and Erpang also completely forgot everything, and no one reminded him.

For example: A group of brothers who participated in the suicide squad forgot to prepare all the wine, meat, and reward money before they set off.

For this reason, he could only hold a clay bowl filled with alcohol and water, stand on an old dismounting stone, and say apologetically to the more than 200 brothers in front of him:
"Please don't blame me, everyone. I, Hu Biao, am a fool. I didn't even prepare the food and wine and rewards for you all before you set out on the expedition.

Now we can only use these things mixed with alcohol to make everyone look better.

So Mr. Hu would like to ask everyone here, please find a way to survive tonight so that I can have a chance to make it up to everyone as a celebratory drink.

In fact, if you think about it seriously, I, Hu Biao, am better at cooking than at fighting. I can cook dishes from all over the country. Just tell me what you want to eat and I will definitely satisfy you.

Especially the oil-splashed noodles I make. Everyone who has eaten it says that the noodles are more fragrant and delicious than the meat."

"Don't worry, Commander Hu! For your delicious bowl of oil-splashed noodles, all the brothers in the Death Squad will come back alive."

As soon as the voice fell, a man with the rank of colonel responded with a smile.

This man is called Wang Guanwu, a colonel adjutant of the 131st Division. His rank is one level higher than Hu Biao's, but even so, he will lead a group of suicide squads to attack tonight.

Even at this moment, he was like a soldier, with a big knife on his back and grenades hanging all over his body.

The words of Master Wang opened the mouths of all the brothers who participated in the death squad, especially the brothers from the Northwest Army in the Northwest region, who all started talking.

It has been a long time since I had a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, and I must come back alive.

But whether it was the speakers or the listeners like Hu Biao, they all knew one thing clearly in their hearts: most of these brothers would not be able to come back and would not be able to eat the bowl of oil-splashed noodles that was "more fragrant than meat".

Suddenly I felt sad, and my eyes became red and itchy.

Finally, after silently repeating a few words of "kindness does not lead to good military command" in his heart, Hu Biao calmed down and drank a farewell drink with everyone.

Then he raised his wrist and shouted, "Check the watch, and then set off immediately..."

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Hiding behind a half-collapsed low wall, Lao Yu used the moonlight to glance at an old-fashioned alarm clock tied to his waist with a hemp rope.

That’s right! It’s an alarm clock, the kind that needs to be wound by hand.

The main reason is that many people in this dimension are no longer used to wearing watches. Even if they do wear watches, they are electronic bracelets or quartz watches.

Anyway, none of the newcomers who came through this time wore a watch.

However, in order for each suicide squad to launch the attack together at 3: in the morning, these leaders need to carry some timing tools.

Since I couldn't find enough watches at the moment, I had to use an old alarm clock to make up the number.

Of course! This is not important. What is important is that after taking a look at the time on the alarm clock, Lao Yu found that it was already 3:26 in the morning, and there were only 4 minutes left before he would explode.

The area their group was responsible for attacking was a Guandi Temple about 120 to 130 meters away.

There weren't many devils guarding this place, only about fifty or sixty of them, not many more than their group of suicide squads.

The key issue is that the area around Guandi Temple is relatively empty, and it is impossible to sneak in without being noticed.

Get within a distance that allows them to throw grenades first, and then take the opportunity to charge.

The Guandi Temple's walls, more than a meter high, and the main structure were all constructed from high-quality blue bricks. The bullet holes pockmarked them attest to its considerable defensive capabilities. When the Japanese mounted a Type 92 heavy machine gun at the gate, it became like a bunker, making it difficult to attack.

But as long as the Japanese occupy this place, they can control a large area around it. No matter how difficult it is to fight, they must take it back.

How should we fight so that fewer people die?

For a moment, Lao Yu, who was just an ordinary civilian half a month ago, felt very embarrassed.

Unfortunately, when the time on the old alarm clock reached 3:, Lao Yu still hadn't thought of a solution.

But even so, he still waved his hand vigorously, and led the 47 brothers in the suicide squad, crouching down and moving towards the Guandi Temple in front of them.

There was only one thought left in my mind, that is, even if it cost me my life, I would still take this place down...

Lao Yu and others were discovered when they were still eighty meters away from Guandi Temple.

Before a Japanese sentry suddenly opened his eyes wide and issued a warning like "enemy attack", Lao Yu was already shouting at the top of his voice: "Charge, charge quickly~"

Suddenly, the team that was originally moving forward slowly rushed forward with all their strength.

At the same time, there were many explosions and gunshots on both sides. It seemed that other suicide squads had also started fighting.

Lao Yu didn't have time to care about the affairs of other suicide squad groups.

As he spread his legs and rushed towards the wall on the side of the Guandi Temple gate at full speed, he fired wildly at the gate with the Thompson submachine gun in his hand, regardless of the bullet consumption.

This means that as long as they rush to the wall, the Type 92 heavy machine gun at the gate will not be able to hit them.

This is very important for this operation.

His action of firing at the gate was also to suppress the heavy machine gun fire as much as possible and reduce the losses of his brothers in the process of everyone charging forward.

Coincidentally, he, several other brothers, and the Japanese main shooter pulled the trigger almost at the same time.

In an instant, several blood spots appeared on the chest of the Japanese main shooter; the assistant shooter and an ammunition handler beside him were also hit.

But the Japanese soldier still held the handle tightly with both hands, pulled the trigger and fired instinctively, letting a ferocious fire snake whip towards him.

Amidst the bullets whizzing past his ears, Lao Yu himself was lucky enough not to be shot.

The three or four brothers from the Northwest Army around him fell headfirst due to the huge shock; one of them was even broken in half; but he was not dead yet, and the shrill screams coming out of his mouths made Lao Yu's scalp numb.

But Lao Yu fired another shot, not even giving the brother a chance to die.

Because he clearly saw that another Japanese soldier hurriedly ran towards the Type 92 heavy machine gun from behind the door. Even though he was hit twice in the lower abdomen in an instant, he still continued to fire with the heavy machine gun.

The next second, the Japanese soldier was shot to death.

However, his explosive firing in such a short period of time, while firing at the target right under his nose, knocked down three more people here.

This meant that less than ten seconds into the battle, seven members of Lao Yu's suicide squad were killed.

It may not sound like a lot, but don't forget that this group of suicide squads only has more than 40 people in total.

Even among the flying bullets, Lao Yu was shot in the lower abdomen, but the DIY bulletproof plate allowed him to continue fighting.

But there were two Japanese soldiers who rushed towards the Type 92 heavy machine gun in the hail of bullets; I think they also knew the importance of this thing to the battle situation.

Fortunately, at this time, the surviving members of the suicide squad also rushed to the walls on both sides of the gate.

At this position, the Type 92 heavy machine gun could not hit them due to its range of fire.

The moment his shoulder hit the wall, Lao Yu could hear the panicked voices of a large number of Japanese devils coming from inside the wall.

Without thinking twice, he shouted, "Throw a grenade in there..."

(End of this chapter)