The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 25 The Devil's Madness

...When the soldiers in the Pacific battlefield felt the crazy fighting style of the Japanese and became frightened, we had long been accustomed to this scene.

In fact, we are even crazier in comparison.

If it weren't for our lack of madness, how could we have persisted in a long war when our weapons and equipment were so backward?

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

At around 7:46, when a shout of "Commander Hu, the Japs seem to be coming up" was heard, Hu Biao rushed out of the anti-artillery hole immediately.

He nodded approvingly to the baggage soldiers on guard.

Regardless of the fact that big raindrops kept falling overhead with a crackling sound, the trench became wet in a short time. Wang Peng and Zhou Kun opened their eyes wide and looked into the depths of the rain.

Even in such heavy rain, the two sides in Luodian were still fighting to the death.

That's why both sides were constantly firing flares.

This thing can barely be used in the rain, so that the No. 7 position not far away can still have some light coming in, so that it won't be pitch dark.

It was just because of the heavy rain that Hu Biao and the others still had very poor visibility.

Hu Biao tried hard to open his eyes wide, but found that as long as the distance exceeded fifty meters, he could only see some vague black shadows.

If the distance was more than a hundred meters, he wouldn't be able to see anything with his good eyesight of 1.5.

Now, after Hu Biao pricked up his ears, he could only faintly hear some footsteps in the heavy rain, slowly approaching the position.

It must be that the Japanese still launched an attack in the heavy rain.

However, after a little analysis, such an environment is actually quite good news for the defending side.

The main thing they have been worried about the most is the crisis that the Japanese will use the Type 92 infantry gun and grenade launchers and other long-range firepower to blow up the small tanks. It seems that there is no need to worry about it now.

Because in such a field of view, the Japanese artillery and grenade launcher teams had no way to aim.

Hu Biao was not wrong about the above point.

But they had never anticipated that the Japanese on the other side would attack even though the accuracy of their direct-fire artillery and grenade launchers had greatly decreased. And the process was so crazy...

Just as Hu Biao was thinking about whether he should lead his brothers to open fire in advance even if he couldn't see the enemy, so as to disrupt the Japanese's offensive rhythm.

Suddenly, seventy or eighty flames lit up before my eyes.

The Japanese had more than ten light and heavy machine guns, and even more Type 38 rifles, which were firing desperately at our position from a distance.

After a second or two, two or three grenade launchers came flying over.

All of a sudden, dense bullets came flying, whizzing over their heads; grenades fired from the grenade launchers hit the ground and exploded, bringing up a large amount of mud and water.

If it were just this, Hu Biao and the other two lying on the edge of the trench would not be panicked.

The trenches were hastily repaired once, and the anti-artillery holes were still sufficient.
The key is that they will soon see such a terrifying scene. Under the full-scale fire suppression of the Japanese, groups of three or five Japanese are rushing out from the rain with their backs hunched.

In every group of devils, there was a guy with bare chest, a bloody sanitary napkin-like roll on his head, and a bag of unknown stuff in his arms.

Even though they didn't see clearly what the thing was, Hu Biao, Wang Peng, and Zhou Kun reacted instantly:
These should be Japanese soldiers similar to the National Army's suicide squad. They are holding explosive packs in their arms, and they plan to use this method to blow up the tank.

Instinctively, as they raised their weapons and took aim, they shouted in unison: "Hit them, hit them hard, we must not let the devils rush over!"

Just as he shouted this short sentence, his mouth was filled with rain water, rain water with the taste of blood.

In such a situation, the firepower on position No. 7 and the small tanks also broke out at full force.

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After the battle began, the tactics between the two sides were shockingly simple.

To put it bluntly, one side wanted to rush up and blow up the tanks, while the other side had to stop the Japanese from approaching at all costs; in order to achieve their goals, both sides turned into beasts.

Therefore, the battle entered a white-hot state immediately after the start. Knowing that they would be doomed if the Japanese suicide squad got close, Gao Yi and Zhang Wei had the small tanks rotate back and forth and fire furiously, forming a fan-shaped firepower that represented death.

Combined with the firepower from the position, the Japanese suicide squads who were stumbling and charging in the mud were all knocked down in an instant.

But these devils were also fierce, ignoring casualties as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Almost as soon as the previous group fell, another group rushed out from the rain.

It seemed like an endless tide, as if they could never be killed.

This fighting style put an incredible amount of pressure on rookies like Hu Biao. As they fought, they forgot everything else and had only one thought in their minds:
Fire, keep firing, keep firing as long as you're not dead.

Then, as their guns ran out of bullets and casualties continued to occur, their firepower weakened, and the pressure on the position grew...

After counting to 5, Wang Peng threw away the Type rifle in his hand and reached to the left without even looking.

Because before the war, he knew that this old-fashioned bolt-action rifle was difficult to load.

So in order to maintain firepower, he loaded five guns in advance and put them aside. This way he saved loading time and could fire more shots after the battle.

But when he touched it, he found nothing.

It turned out that without realizing it, the bullets in all five guns had been used up.

Just a little to the left, a Japanese soldier who had been shot in the thigh was still holding the explosive bag and limping towards the little kid. The distance between them was only about ten meters.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Peng pulled out a pistol from his waist.

He imitated the way Li Xiangyang fired a gun in the movie, turned his wrist, held the revolver at an angle and fired continuously.

It should be said that the Mauser pistol is disliked by people from places of origin like Germany, and there is some truth to it. The recoil is too strong and the muzzle jump is severe.

It is not easy for a novice to aim at the target. I don’t know where the bullets of the first few shots flew.

One shot, two shots... By the fifth shot, Wang Peng finally hit the devil's lower abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground with a scream.

Just when Wang Peng breathed a sigh of relief, his chest felt like it was hit hard by a sledgehammer. He was hit by a 6.5mm caliber Arisaka rifle bullet and fell down on the spot with his head tilted back.

After falling into the mud of the trench, Wang Peng wanted to get up and continue firing with his Mauser pistol.

But he found that he had a sharp pain in his chest and his limbs were so weak that he couldn't get up.

Fortunately, at this moment, the gunfire from the Japanese side suddenly became thinner and soon subsided completely; could it be that in such a short period of time, their attacking forces could not hold on and retreated because of heavy casualties.

That's right! The Japs' frenzied attack was finally repelled by us.

The most critical thing was the death of the Japanese commander.

When Wang Peng touched his chest, he saw Captain Jiu Mu, who was holding a Type 14 Nambu pistol in the rain, only seventy or eighty meters in front of the position. Even a dog would shake its head at the sight of it, and he was standing there.

He was extremely bitter to discover that in a very short period of time, his men had suffered alarming casualties.

After several groups of suicide squad members rushed out one after another, but all of them were killed in battle, and excluding the machine gun team and grenade launcher team that provided fire suppression, there were not many people left around him.

A few hours ago, when Young Master Feng faced the little tank, he completely understood the mentality.

He thought of his immediate superior, Captain Oguri Sasaki. If he couldn't take down this damn position, he would be killed by disembowelment.

Like a strange beast, he threw away the useless pistol in his hand, drew out his samurai sword, and rushed forward through the mud.

In the heavy rain and darkness, Zhang Wei, whose eyes were already red from fatigue, did not notice the vague figure rushing towards him. It turned out to be a Japanese captain.

He instinctively fired at the figure, knocking it over.

The Japanese soldiers who followed the charge lost all their courage to fight after seeing their captain fall. They screamed, turned around and retreated, dragging Jiu Mu's body...

(End of this chapter)