The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 55 Death Charge (Part ) [Please read and vote]

...Killing a Japanese soldier with one shot, this kind of statement only exists in those magical TV dramas.

On a real battlefield, there are too many factors that affect accuracy; no matter how good a sharpshooter is in training, it is already quite good if he can perform at half his usual level in combat.

It's bullshit to say that you can hit the target every time on the battlefield.

Many people know Mr. Zhang Taofang who fought in the Korean War, right?
It's not like I don't know him. I'm even quite familiar with him. He fired 32 bullets in 436 days, but only killed 214 enemies.

The real battlefield is not as simple as literary works and short videos...

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

In the end, when Wu Yannian was only three or four meters away from the AT, the white-collar worker pulled the trigger.

After a crisp gunshot, a 7.92mm round-nose bullet hit Wu Yannian's chest; round-nose bullets have a stronger stopping effect than pointed-nose bullets, and the young soldier was knocked back a step on the spot.

Perhaps it was the severe pain after being shot that finally brought him back to his senses.

But it was too late at this time. He looked at the wound on his chest and the squad leader who was kicked in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

Then he collapsed like a puddle of mud, and the life quickly disappeared from his eyes. However, in the last second before he died, he was still shouting "Mom, Mom".

"Keep charging! Anyone who dares to run away will be killed."

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. The man, who was an unemployed white-collar worker a few days ago, shouted loudly in front of him with murderous intent.

After shouting, he thought of the damned supervisory task assigned to him by Hu Biao, and shouted forward with even greater strength:
"Hu Biao, you bastard, you asked me to do this. You gave birth to a son without skin like Yanzi."

With the sound of "click", Hu Biao, who had been leading the charge in the front, installed a not-so-sharp bayonet on the Hanyang rifle he was holding.

It is not good to sharpen a bayonet too sharply, because it will penetrate too deeply into the enemy's body and cannot be pulled out. He had seen this little trick in an online article.

During this process, he did not hear the warm greetings from the young white-collar worker behind him about his future son and whether he had Pi Yanzi.

In fact, even if he heard it, he wouldn't care.

Because he needs to keep living, and only by living forever can he have a son, this is probably very difficult to do.

Now, as he was less than a hundred meters away from the Dunwu Temple position, the artillery fire around him became more intense, and even some Japanese soldiers reacted.

These little Japanese devils were also fierce. They actually endured the raging artillery fire around them and set up various weapons and prepared to fire.

It can be said that in this three-continuing death charge, the previous situations were just appetizers, and the main course is just beginning.

Under such circumstances, let alone asking Hu Biao if his future son didn't have that thing, even if his own thing was about to be blocked with cement, he wouldn't bother to care...

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When Hu Biao, who was leading the way, rushed to about 80 meters away from the Dunwu Temple position.

At 3 o'clock in the front right, a Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun team, regardless of the ongoing artillery bombardment, opened fire at the crazy opponents rushing up.

The hastily fired bullets flew around, but for the time being, they didn't hit anyone.

However, the current situation for the people in the third company became even worse; and as more Japanese soldiers joined in the firing, it was only a matter of time before someone was hit.

Faced with this situation, Hu Biao, Black Star, Chaozi, Huang A'di and others rushed forward and shouted in unison:
"Charge, keep charging, charge forward and then fire."

There was no way! The artillery fire had already killed countless of our own men, and there was no telling when it would stop.

When the Japanese opened fire at full force, in terms of firepower density, even though their third company had been reinforced once more, could it still be compared with a Japanese battalion?
Only when the artillery fire had not stopped and most of the Japanese had not reacted, they paid the price and rushed forward as much as possible.

Besides, they have relevant arrangements for this situation, which should be able to play a certain role.

That is the sniper squad led by Uncle Bo, who needs to take action and carry out sniping at this critical moment.

When sniping an opponent under artillery fire, you might be blown into the sky in the next second. The feeling of that makes Uncle Bo want to curse.

But he knew that even if he would be blown to death in the next second, he still had to do it.

During the hasty pause, Uncle Bo knelt in a standard shooting position. Hu Biao hadn't misjudged Uncle Bo. This middle-aged man, who claimed to be from the modern dimension and now in North America, did have some secrets about his identity.

The reason is understandable: he is a serious soldier from Uncle Sam's family.

To be more specific, he was originally a native of Guangzhou, and after graduating from university, his family immigrated to Uncle Sam's home.

In Uncle Sam's house, he first studied for a PhD in science and engineering, and then chose to become a small logistics officer among the soldiers because of the stable salary and many holidays.

To put it bluntly, he just treats this as a nine-to-five job.

But it's true that he is a soldier, and it's also true that many foreign guys are cruel to their own people.

However, his uncle Bo never forgot the blood in his body, and he also had an instinctive aversion to the Japanese devils who once brought great humiliation to the nation.

After traveling through time, since there is no other choice, I am ready to fight the Japanese to the death.

However, given the reality of intense competition between the two countries in the modern dimension, it would be embarrassing for a soldier like him to reveal his identity.

I was worried that telling the truth would cause unnecessary trouble, so I hid it from everyone.

Fortunately, even if there are some concealments, it will not affect Uncle Bo's fight against the Japanese.

Now was the time for him to show off his beautiful marksmanship, which he had mastered in his spare time after firing countless bullets.

If he must feel any regret.

That is, he has not played with this old-fashioned bolt-action rifle in the past two or three years, and he feels a little stressed about the task on his shoulders.

Uncle Bo hurriedly got into a kneeling position and entered the aiming state while his knees were still sliding on the ground.

He raised his arms, placed the butt of the gun on his right shoulder, and tilted his head slightly to the right; his right eye used a three-point-one-line method to put the main shooter of the Type 92 heavy machine gun that was firing into the sight of the rifle.

Then, two "pa, pa" sounds were heard one after another.

The first "bang" was the sound of Uncle Bo pulling the trigger and firing. A 7.92mm caliber bullet was fired, but hit nothing.

Then, there was a second "pop" sound.

That was the kind of slap Uncle Bo gave himself on the arse, so hard that one side of his face swelled up instantly.

The reason for this is that Uncle Bo knows that even if he hasn't played with a bolt-action rifle in recent years.

But after a temporary reinforcement in the past two days, under normal circumstances, with my marksmanship, I shouldn't have missed a target within a hundred meters like this.

The fundamental reason is that I am too nervous now, making my hands holding the gun shake. It would be a miracle if I could hit the target.

There is a way to calm yourself down by slapping yourself in the back.

Otherwise? The main shooter of the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun was obviously an elite soldier. After a very short period of test firing, he had already mastered the accuracy of the gun.

A volley of bullets came towards him, if Hu Biao had not predicted it in advance.

He rolled over on the spot to avoid the attack, and Commander Hu from the third company was about to prepare for the feast.

But Hu Biao reacted in time, but a member of the assault team behind him was not so lucky. Several balls of blood burst out of his chest and he was knocked down without a sound.

Although Uncle Bo felt blood in his mouth after being beaten with this big bag, he miraculously calmed down.

Holding the gun in his left hand, he quickly pulled the bolt with his right hand to load another bullet. It took him no more than a second to aim and he pulled the trigger again.

I could clearly feel the strong recoil of this old-fashioned rifle on my right shoulder when it fired.

This serious soldier was delighted to see that the main shooter of the Type 92 heavy machine gun fell down with his head back as if he was hit by a hammer in the face.

It seems that this way of calming yourself down by slapping yourself is quite good, but it is a bit embarrassing...

(End of this chapter)