The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 78: All-front attack
At 2:17 p.m., it was the sixth attack launched by the Japanese.

At this frightening frequency, who knows how many times the Japanese will launch attacks today.

On the left flank of the Epiphany Temple, even Black Star had forgotten how many times he had shouted the same command: "Quick, quick, quick, give me a secondary shooter."

As he spoke, although the Czech-style rifle in his hand adopted a burst firing pattern of three rounds, the Japanese attacked so fiercely that the magazine he had just replaced was about to run out and needed to be replaced.

As for his original secondary shooter, he was actually lying on the side, but he was already dead.

This unlucky fellow had a clear bullet hole on his forehead, a fatal wound that didn't even require any rescue; even so, he still tightly grasped the spare barrel of a Czech light machine gun in his hand.

It should be noted that the Japanese attack on the Dunwu Temple position today had no difference between the main attack direction and the diversionary attack.

Instead, relying on their sufficient military strength, they launched fierce attacks on all fronts, left, center and right, without any distinction between the primary and the secondary.

So Black Star and Chaozi who came to the left wing to help with command, and Da Hammer and Huang A'di who went to the right wing to help, were also caught in a tough battle.

On the center line, sniper Uncle Bo's right hand, which was pulling the bolt, felt a little cramped.

Look! Black Star's Czech light machine gun, after firing 200 rounds continuously, would heat up the barrel, affecting the bolt and accuracy, necessitating a barrel replacement.

But now, during his crazy firing, after firing only 160 rounds, the barrel became so hot that it had to be replaced.

Then, his former assistant gunner, in a panic, stood up with the spare barrel and replaced it.

The Japanese, who had suffered many losses, had now prepared a large number of accurate shooters to fight back against our side. They seized the assistant shooter's small mistake and shot him in the head.

Black Star shouted several times at the top of his lungs, but the deputy shooter still didn't arrive.

Just as he turned his head to see what was going on, he saw Chaozi and his three brothers rushing out of the position with their backs bent on the left and right.

Each of them held one or two lit gasoline bottles in their hands.

There's no way! They dug a lot of anti-tank traps in front of the position last night.

However, the Japanese artillery fire was too fierce, and the front of the position was almost plowed repeatedly by artillery fire; under the shock waves and vibrations of the violent explosions, anti-tank traps, bullet mines and other arrangements were no longer useful.

But 500 rounds of steel core bullets seemed like a lot, and they would have been used up if the three positions were divided.

So when facing the Japanese and a small tank that is currently approaching, the only thing we can do is use Molotov cocktails.

Knowing the current actions of Chaozi and others is related to whether the position can be held; in order to increase the success rate of those who rush out.

Without even thinking about it, Black Star shouted: "Grenade~"

This order was entirely intended to use the smoke and dust rising from the grenade explosion to block the sight of the Japanese machine gunners and sharpshooters, and to gain some cover for Chaozi and the others.

Two minutes later, the little tank burst into flames.

Two Japanese crew members with flames on their bodies and screaming miserably just emerged. When they tried to escape, they were shot to death.

The remaining Japanese soldiers, seeing that the core of the attack had been destroyed, had no choice but to retreat in anger.

However, there was no smile on Black Star's face, because he pulled out a strip of boiled cloth from his waist with his left hand and bandaged his right arm with his teeth.

A stray bullet just gnawed off a piece of flesh here.

The piece of flesh that was gnawed off wasn't too big, and it wasn't fatal by any means, but the slightest movement caused a sharp pain, leaving Black Star helplessly realizing something:
The grenade throwing tactics that he was proud of were temporarily useless.

Because his left hand was not used to throwing grenades, he could not throw them far or accurately.

In a bomb crater about thirty meters outside the position, Chaozi lay there staring at the sky in a trance, without even the strength to move a finger.

He didn't know what was going on in Hu Biao's mind when he and his men used kitchen knives and bayonets to attack tanks at Position No. 7 during their last time travel.

But you have to know that just now he was maneuvering among the bomb craters while braving the dense firepower of the Japanese.

Watching my comrades being killed one after another, with huge anger in my heart, I gritted my teeth and approached the tank. It was so damn tense that it would not be an exaggeration to say that I was dancing on the edge of a knife.

Anyway, if possible, he never wants to go through this kind of thing again.

It’s not that I’m afraid of death, but the unwilling looks in the eyes of the brothers who set out together when they were knocked down halfway were really too despairing...******
At 3:41 pm, on the right wing.

Almost 10 hours after breakfast, Huang A-di and Dachui finally found an opportunity where the Japanese were neither attacking nor bombing with planes or artillery.

Then take advantage of this opportunity and start seizing the time.

Plan to spend two or three minutes to eat their Chinese food:

After the experience of No. 14, the kitchen staff prepared dry food for the day while making breakfast.

Specifically, it was some brown rice balls with some pickles wrapped in the middle. Each person was given two, wrapped in a towel and carried with them, ready to eat when they had time.

They are not the ones who want to learn the Japanese eating habits and follow the trend of eating sushi and rice balls.

It’s just that the conditions of the Sichuan Army’s kitchen team are really limited. They want to make some steamed buns and dumplings, but they don’t have flour or other ingredients.

After such a long time, these rice balls have become cold and hard, and they are also dirty after being rolled around in the battlefield.

Huang A'di ate both of his rice balls in two bites.

Although he was not full, he had no intention of eating the two rice balls he had taken from his dead brother.

But after lighting a cigarette, no! It should be after the meal, he asked the 803 Battalion Commander Zhao a key question:

"Captain Zhao, the Japanese are fighting so fiercely today. Is our 803rd Regiment suffering heavy casualties? How many mobile forces does Captain Li have left?"

The main reason why Huang A'di asked this question was that today's battle was too intense.

I don’t know about other positions, but the right wing position has requested reinforcements twice. I think the casualties of the 803rd Regiment must be even more terrifying than yesterday.

After hearing this, Battalion Commander Zhao said with a wry smile:

"When I brought a company of soldiers to support us, Captain Li had half a company of guards with him, as well as cooks, clerks, staff officers, grooms, etc., about 120 to 130 people in total.

The rest are on three positions, with only about a hundred people on each position at most. Do you think the casualties are heavy?"

Hearing this, Da Hammer, who was chewing on a cold brown rice ball, choked; he had expected that the casualties of the brothers of 803 must be quite heavy, but he did not expect it to be so shocking.

That was a whole regiment, but now there are only about 400 people.

God knows how many more attacks the Japanese will launch when it gets dark, how many people will die, and how many will be left?

Dahammer opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but at this time the sound of a cannonball whistling across the sky was heard again.

Even though the fighting didn't last long, after being bombed many times, Dachui had rich experience and could tell at a glance that it was the Japanese's 70mm caliber Type 92 infantry gun.

When the shell landed but there was no explosion, he reacted immediately.

As he shouted "Gas bomb", he took out a gas mask from his waist and put it on his head in a hurry.

This thing is called a Type 95 gas mask. It was seized from the Japanese soldiers who were killed by the unscrupulous artillery after the Japanese launched poison gas bombs yesterday.

The quantity is limited, there are only 27 in total.

On the battlefield of the Dunwu Temple, there are only 27 gas masks.
Because the National Army did have gas masks, but only the elite troops had a small number of them, and the Sichuan Army, a miscellaneous army, definitely did not have any.

What to do? Cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel and quickly fire at the Japanese who are rushing towards you. Huang Adi and the others had explained this in detail last night.

But being taught is one thing, and being able to react in time when you really encounter it is another.

Anyway, after repelling the Japanese, Huang A'di and Dachui discovered that seven of their brothers were suffocated to death by poison gas bombs because they did not react in time.

Before they died, they looked so miserable that they wished their Adam's apples and necks were broken.

Even though Huang A-di had become accustomed to seeing dead bodies these past few days, he still felt a strong nausea in his chest and abdomen. He spat out the two rice balls he had eaten not long ago with a loud "wow"...

(End of this chapter)