The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 57: Fighting Like a Beast (Please read and vote)

...The battlefield is not a joke. It is not like the current shooting games where people wear colorful skirts, hold exaggerated weapons and fire at their opponents from a distance.

Instead, like a wild beast, he uses all means to kill his opponent; there is no mercy, no humanity, only life and death.

Anyway, I haven't played any shooting games since I traveled through time.

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

Let me explain a little bit here. I don’t know if it’s because of time constraints, but the position built by the Japanese at Dunwu Temple was not composed of trenches like the one at Position No. 7.

It is the kind that uses a large number of sandbags to form multiple firing points.

Their strongest firepower, the two Type 92 infantry guns, were coincidentally destroyed in the 5-minute artillery bombardment by the National Army just now.

After Black Star rushed into this position, he quickly found his first victim.
Dozens of meters away on the left, a Japanese second lieutenant wielding a samurai sword was currently commanding a Type 96 light machine gun team, turning his guns towards the gap.

It would be a real problem if we were to be shot sideways by this light machine gun at the gap.

After hastily estimating the distance between the two sides, which should be around 55 meters, well within his throwing range, Black Star pulled the fuse and grinned.

He even intentionally held the smoking wooden-handled grenade in his hand for a second before throwing it out.

Finally, the smoking grenade drew an arc in the air and exploded about one meter above the heads of the second lieutenant and the machine gun team.

It seems that even though he hasn't used the skill of throwing grenades for several years after retiring from the army, he is still not unfamiliar with it.

In an instant, a second lieutenant, a Type 96 light machine gun team, and two Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards them with Type 38 rifles with bayonets, a total of five people, were all knocked to the ground.

Although only two people died on the spot, the remaining three were still alive, but they no longer posed a threat.

At this time, Black Star was already pulling the second grenade.

About eighty meters behind him, Uncle Bo, who was still kneeling in the same place, was reloading the original Mauser rifle in his hand for the fourth time.

The 15 bullets he fired before, which killed 8 important targets, were his report card.

However, among the seven time travelers, there were only two retired PLA veterans and active-duty soldiers. Except for Hu Biao, the remaining four were just ordinary people with no combat experience.

Faced with the Japanese army's all-out counterattack towards this gap, they had a very difficult time dealing with it.

What to do? What else can I do?

If they didn't kill the Japs, they would be killed by them. Without any compromise, they unleashed the craziest side of their hearts and fought and killed like wild beasts.

This is the time when the charge and attack become the most intense and brutal.

It was like a bowl of steaming pork elbow was finally served on the table at a banquet...

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"Magazine, someone give me a magazine with a fancy machine gun."

After throwing away an empty magazine, Chaozi shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with indescribable anxiety.

You read that right! Chaozi was holding a submachine gun, or perhaps a machine gun.

It was no longer the Sichuan-made Type 79 rifle he was holding when he rushed out of the cotton field.

The main reason was that this new rookie still had a lot of experience in his mind; after just two or three days of training, he was far inferior to the elite Japanese soldiers in 37 in terms of bayonet fighting or shooting.

As we followed the team to rush up to the Dunwu Temple position, we saw a commando with a submachine gun who fell down after being shot in the head.

Chaozi immediately threw away the bolt-action rifle in his hand and picked up the submachine gun with more ferocious firepower.

At the same time, this clever little guy had not forgotten an important thing. He pulled out two spare magazines from his fallen brother's body and put them on his belt.

Even in the subsequent battle, he filled the gap in the assault group and charged towards the left side of the position.

There was no other way! In such a fierce battle, the assault team was almost wiped out. Unfortunately, after joining the assault team, Chaozi knew it was best to fire in bursts to conserve bullets, but he often forgot when he was nervous, and now all the magazines are empty.

The situation was almost the same for the other Sichuan Army brothers around me.

Therefore, Chaozi's shout for the magazine received no response. Instead, two Japanese soldiers with bayonets in hand rushed over, uttering incomprehensible howls.

Modern people who have never experienced hand-to-hand combat will never understand the human body's instinctive fear of a sharp object like a bayonet about to pierce the body.

Anyway, this is the first time that Chaozi has encountered such a situation in his life.

He knew clearly that he couldn't give in at this moment, but his hands and feet couldn't help but feel weak, and he saw that he was about to be stabbed to the ground by the sharp bayonet.

Fortunately, at this time, a familiar figure rushed to his side from behind and saved Chaozi's life.

This person was none other than Deputy Platoon Leader Zhang Yaoge, who had made Chaozi drool when he was talking about the twice-cooked pork made by his wife that night at Yun Meishi.

Brother Zhang Yao was a second lieutenant. The weapon in his hand was a Mauser pistol with badly worn rifling. The bullet flew out of the gun and no one knew where it went after 20 meters.

However, at this distance, there is no need to worry about accuracy.

He raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting a Japanese soldier in the lower abdomen; the Mauser pistol is indeed a powerful combat pistol, and its power is quite strong.

After being shot, the Japanese soldier immediately fell to the ground, holding his stomach.

But when Zhang Yaoge opened fire at another Japanese soldier, he found that the old gun in his hand jammed; the next second, his lower abdomen was stabbed by a bayonet.

Instinctively, he grasped the bayonet on the Type 38 rifle with his left hand, and didn't care even though his palm was cut instantly.

Seeing this, the Japanese desperately pulled out their bayonets, which stirred up Zhang Yaoge's wound and even his intestines in his lower abdomen, causing him to scream miserably.

Even so, Brother Zhang still didn't let go of his hand.

But he couldn't hold on like this for long. This man was afraid that he would never be able to eat the twice-cooked pork made by his wife that he had always been thinking about.

It’s not that Chaozi doesn’t want to help, but he’s a little slow to react.

The above situation can be said to have occurred in a very short period of time, only two or three seconds at most.

This means that Chaozi, the new rookie, experienced the ecstasy of escaping death, the tension of being stabbed by Zhang Yaoge, the hatred for the devil, and the anger at his own poor performance in a moment of confusion.

Amidst extremely complex emotions, Chaozi fell into the most crazy state.

This state allowed him to successfully overcome his body's instinctive fear of the sharp bayonet.

He smashed the submachine gun in his hand, which had no bullets, at the Japanese soldier's head, taking advantage of the opportunity when the Japanese soldier dodged to the side.

This young worker at the sewage treatment plant in the modern dimension pounced on him.

He knocked the Japanese soldier, who was half a head shorter than him but more sturdy, to the ground and they started fighting.

Like a wild beast, he waved his arms, which had been trained by years of physical labor, and beat the devil madly; he also let the devil swing his fists and hit him, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

When the devil punched him, breaking the corner of his left eye and causing a bloodshot eye, Chaozi opened his mouthful of snow-white teeth and bit the devil's ear...

Superman's beast-like fighting style is just a microcosm of the battles of the brothers in the third company.

As early as two days of training, Hu Biao and others had trained them that if guns can be used in combat, bayonets should not be used; if hand-to-hand combat really comes, the three closest people should form a combat team, and other such combat techniques.

But now, the two sides are completely intertwined, and these so-called techniques are no longer effective.

It's a fight of which side has a stronger will to fight and who can persevere to the end.

(End of this chapter)