The War of Resistance Against Japan: Starting with a Calm View of Life and Death

As a result, Okada witnessed a scene that shattered his spirits.

The first round had just finished, and another round immediately followed!

Zhou Jindong had no intention of saving money at all.

He threw out as many grenades as he could!

He knew all too well the background of his guerrilla fighters.

Apart from a few veteran hunters like Sun Erniu and Wang Quan who were somewhat accurate, the rest of the team had only been holding a gun for a few days.

Expecting them to accurately shoot moving Japanese soldiers from dozens of meters away, especially in such a tense and chaotic situation, is nothing short of wishful thinking.

I'm afraid these guys would be more accurate if they picked up stones and smashed them on the heads of the Japanese soldiers than if they shot them!

Instead of wasting bullets and revealing our position, we should just throw all these grenades down at once!

Zhou Jindong went all in!

Zhou Jindong has done it again! You little devils, do as you please!

This was completely unexpected by Okada and exceeded the reaction limits of his soldiers.

He thought his opponent would at most use rifles to ambush him, but he never expected them to be so extravagant, using a barrage of grenades right from the start!

This completely contradicts his stereotype that the "Eighth Route Army" was short of ammunition!

Baka yarou! It's already past the New Year, and these idiots are still eating dumplings!

And they became the dumpling filling!

The violent explosions rang out almost simultaneously!

"Boom! Boom boom boom boom!"

More than thirty Japanese Type 97 hand grenades exploded in a concentrated burst in the narrow valley entrance area!

The orange-red fireball and thick black smoke suddenly expanded, instantly engulfing the huddled Japanese troops.

Deadly shrapnel and violent shockwaves raged like invisible scythes across this death zone.

Gravel, flying snow, severed limbs, and torn rifle parts mixed with scalding blood scattered in the blast wave!

The piercing screams instantly drowned out the aftershocks of the explosion, and were quickly engulfed by subsequent explosions.

The narrow valley entrance created a natural death trap.

The twenty soldiers Okada brought, including the two valuable grenade launcher squads, were in the epicenter of the explosion and were instantly torn apart.

The Japanese soldiers' bodies were tossed around like rag dolls, and the dense ranks were blown to pieces in seconds.

The air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder.

The valley entrance, which was originally crowded with people, is now only occupied by a dozen or so mangled corpses and a few figures still writhing in pain.

Because Okada Yudai was standing closer to the front, he was a little further away from the center of the explosion. He instinctively threw himself behind a protruding rock and was lucky enough not to be torn apart by the explosion.

But he was also made dizzy by the shockwave from the explosion, his ears were ringing, half of his body was hurt by flying debris, and his military coat was torn in several places.

He struggled to lift his head, and what came into view was a scene like hell: almost all of the soldiers he had brought were dead!

Amidst the billowing smoke, only three or four of his men, barely able to move, remained in sight. Each of them was wounded, their faces covered in blood, and they were frantically trying to pick up their scattered rifles or find cover.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Beat up the drowning dog!

"Free fire! I don't want to see any Japanese soldier standing, except for that officer!"

On the hillside, Zhou Jindong decisively gave the order.

He saw clearly just now that Okada was still alive!

This official can be kept; he'll be useful later!

The reason for ordering everyone to participate in the attack was to give the soldiers some live-fire training. Fighting Japanese soldiers who wouldn't fight back was at least better than shooting at empty targets.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

Wang Quan, Sun Erniu, and several other top marksmen, who had already taken up advantageous positions on the hillside, immediately aimed at the few Japanese soldiers who had narrowly escaped the explosion at the bottom of the valley and decisively pulled the trigger.

The crisp sound of Type 38 rifles echoed through the valley.

The distance was only thirty or forty meters, and the target was still in shock from the explosion.

Wang Quan shot down a Japanese soldier who was about to grab a grenade launcher.

Sun Erniu steadily aimed at a soldier who had just raised his rifle, and the bullet precisely pierced the soldier's chest.

The other two Japanese soldiers, who had just struggled to their feet, were also hit by bullets fired by other team members at almost the same time, and collapsed into the snow with muffled groans.

Half a minute later, only Okada Yudai remained in Taniguchi.

He hid behind the rock, watching the last soldier beside him being shot down just seconds earlier; the immense fear and humiliation almost suffocated him.

He had already realized that the enemy was deliberately keeping him alive.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he felt more fear or humiliation!

I'm so frustrated!

Okada abruptly drew his sword from his waist, like a wounded beast, and roared madly, "Baka! You despicable Chinese pig! The dignity of a samurai cannot be desecrated! Come out! Fight me!"

He tried to use this bluffing shout to cover up his inner collapse and hoped to provoke his opponent into giving him a "decent" death.

Well, it would take at least three hundred rounds of fighting before Lord Okada died from exhaustion!

"One-on-one? You're not worthy!" Wang Yuan led a group of people and jumped down from the hillside. He had been holding back his anger for a long time, especially after seeing the tragic state of the town.

Like a raging bull, he rushed towards Okada in a few steps, dodging the other's frantic slashes. He didn't give the other any time to react, and swung his Type 38 rifle, smashing the hard wooden butt of the gun hard against Okada's wrist holding the knife!

"Ah!" Okada felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his military knife clattered to the ground.

Wang Yuan didn't stop at all, and then used the butt of his gun to smash Okada's stomach hard.

Okada was in so much pain that he curled up like a shrimp, dry heaving as he knelt on the ground.

Clearly, his skills are lacking.

The hardest part of his body is probably his mouth!

"You damn Japanese devils! You want to talk about dignity with me? Where was your dignity when you were harming the people?" Sun Erniu rushed up and kicked Okada in the back, knocking him to the ground.

Zhou Jindong then walked over. He coldly looked at Okada, who was curled up in pain on the ground, and said to Wang Yuan and Sun Erniu, "Alright, don't kill him. This guy is still useful. Tie him up and gag him!"

Wang Yuan and Sun Erniu then angrily stopped.

Wang Yuan deftly untied a hemp rope from his waist, and together with Sun Erniu, they quickly and tightly bound Okada's hands and feet.

Okada was completely dumbfounded. I've become a prisoner?

What about my three hundred rounds of battle?

At this moment, the guerrillas on the hillside rushed down excitedly.

Looking at the Japanese corpses and weapons scattered all over the valley entrance, everyone was excited and their faces turned red.

"My God! It's all... completely dried up?" A young team member looked at the "spoils" scattered on the ground, his voice trembling, as if he were dreaming.

"Brother Dong! You're amazing! How did you know they'd be crowding at the valley entrance?" Zhu Zi asked Zhou Jindong excitedly, holding his rifle.

As Zhou Jindong bent down to pick up Okada's dropped Nambu Type 14 pistol and tucked it into his waistband, he calmly replied, "The Japanese devils are used to being arrogant. After suffering such a great loss, and then provoked by Su Zhan, they are enraged and only want to catch up and bite us."

But the Japanese soldiers were well-trained and not stupid; they wouldn't rush in recklessly just because they saw such dangerous terrain.

Hesitating, the team must have crowded around the valley entrance to observe, which gave us the opportunity.

If this grenade explodes in the valley, its destructive effect will be dispersed.

"Now that's good, we bombed them at the valley entrance, and none of them escaped!"

He paused, looked at his teammates, and said, "Besides, we may not be good marksmen, but we've been practicing skipping stones since we were kids. Throwing a grenade is a good way to play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses!"

The team members suddenly realized what was going on, and looked at Zhou Jindong with even more admiration.

This calculation shows that they've completely figured out what the Japanese are thinking!

That foresight is undeniable!

"Don't just stand there!" Zhou Jindong raised his voice, clapped his hands, and said, "Quickly clean up the battlefield! Don't forget any usable guns and ammunition, especially grenade launchers and shells, not a single part!"

"Take everything useful from the Japanese soldiers' overcoats, canteens, mess kits, and dry rations! Hurry! We don't have time to waste; we have more work to do!"

The guerrillas immediately sprang into action, moving swiftly across the battlefield.

They clumsily removed the ammunition boxes from the Japanese soldiers' corpses, picked up the scattered Type 38 rifles, and carefully collected the grenade launchers and the scattered shells nearby.

Although the scene was somewhat chaotic, under Zhou Jindong's command, they became increasingly skilled.

"Su Zhan! Get out here!" Zhou Jindong shouted at a dense thicket of withered vines and bushes by the valley.

The withered vines swayed, and Su Zhan, his face deathly pale, scrambled out.

"Brother Zhou... Brother Zhou! You are truly a genius! I..." Su Zhan bowed and scraped as soon as he came out, ready to flatter him.

Zhou Jindong didn't have time to listen to his nonsense and interrupted him directly, saying, "Stop talking nonsense! Go and help count the spoils!"

"Yes! Yes!" Su Zhan didn't dare to delay and quickly suppressed his nausea and fear as he began to count the bodies scattered among the corpses.

He knew in his heart that his only way to survive was to cling to Zhou Jindong's coattails.

Soon, the results were tallied: including Okada, the entire Japanese pursuit squad of nineteen men was wiped out!

Eight intact Type 38 rifles, one Type 19 light machine gun, one Type 14 Nambu pistol, one grenade launcher, sixteen artillery shells, two thousand rounds of various types of ammunition, as well as a considerable number of helmets, canteens, mess kits, dry food bags, and military overcoats were captured.

Most interestingly, they also seized 43 Type 97 hand grenades.

The number of grenades in the guerrilla forces has increased rather than decreased!

"Good!" Zhou Jindong looked at the pile of spoils, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly waved his hand, pointing in the direction of Dongzhai Town, and began to lay out the next steps of the plan.

He was already getting impatient!

The Japanese have already lost two out of three, so the advantage is on our side!