War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 68 Do I look like your father? (Thanks to 'book friend' for the 5000 reward!)
"Miyamoto-kun!"

"We can't keep fighting like this!"

Amid the sound of gunfire, Miyamoto Yoshio, who had already rushed into the forest shelter, heard the shouts of the Japanese soldiers beside him, but what he saw were more than two dozen corpses lying in the middle of the road and the scorched earth created by grenades and explosive packs.

"They have machine guns and cannons..."

Before the soldier beside him could finish his words, Miyamoto Yoshio suddenly widened his eyes and turned to look at the car parked in the distance.

"Yamamoto, take your squad and a machine gun crew and go take our machine guns back!"

Yamamoto looked at Miyamoto Yoshio in surprise: "Didn't you understand? I said they have cannons!"

"We have grenade launchers too!"

"As long as we can get the machine guns and grenade launchers back, we can still fight this battle!"

"Are you going to go back with this infamy?"

"Or do you intend to watch me commit seppuku while others sneer at you?"

Miyamoto Yoshio stared into Yamamoto's eyes and yelled, "Please!"

He lowered his neck deeply and buried his head in the deepest part. The sincerity hidden in his bones and his fear of death made Yamamoto unable to refute it at all.

The paranoia and rigidity of the Japanese, which is different from anyone else in the world, always add an 'aura of dedication' to those who lack ideas in special situations, and they will inexplicably feel honored in a strange atmosphere.

Yamamoto was a veteran. He could tell from the sound of gunfire that there were not that many people on the other side. However, he knew very well that wars nowadays were not just fought on numbers.

Although this trip could very well turn the tide of the battle, the machine gun on the hill would never allow him to cross this distance so easily... This was a gamble with his life.

Or was I ordered to gamble my life!
Yamamoto turned around, and his face turned cold when he knew that as a soldier it was impossible for him to disobey orders.

"Who in the machine gun crew is still alive?"

He turned around and shouted from behind a tree next to the rocks. His tone no longer had the attitude from before, but instead was filled with annoyance and anxiety.

When he saw two empty-handed soldiers lying under the tree and raised their heads, he spoke again: "You two, follow me!"

"People from the fourth squad, follow me and rush out to grab the machine guns we put in the truck, quickly!"

In the woods, only five people in the fourth squad were left and they stood up, hunched over. They shuttled through the dense forest, and even though the bullets whistled around them, they still moved forward without looking back.

"Captain, move the target!"

Those Chinese words that they couldn't understand were heard on the opposite hilltop, and then gunshots came in this direction...

puff!
A soldier who was at the end of the team was hit in the ankle when he raised his foot. He fell down and had no time to roll over before another bullet hit his helmet. Yamamoto even heard the crisp sound of his helmet being hit - bang.

tom!
Immediately afterwards, there was another explosion-like sound on the hill. The smoke and dust rising from the source of the sound was like the smoke when the god of death opened the gates of hell, which made people feel nervous.

boom!
About two or three seconds later, a huge explosion was heard from the forest where they had just been. The rushing air currents brought with them strong winds that whistled past his ears, filling Yamamoto's ears with the miserable wails of his companions.

He couldn't look back, for fear that seeing the miserable plight of others would make him lose the courage to move forward;

He didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he turned around he would be mistaken for a deserter and would be shot at indiscriminately from his own camp.

He could only move forward, in the war, urged forward by the sound of gunfire...

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

When a series of machine gun fire in front of Shan Ben, which anticipated his position, kicked up a cloud of dust, he braked suddenly and stopped behind a tree. Looking back, there were still three people left behind him, including the people from the fourth squad.

Those men all fell down, and the Czech machine guns on the hill were replaced with machine guns at this time. Yamamoto could only suppress the complex emotions in his heart, turned around and shouted: "Don't stop!" "We will soon rush to the vicinity of the truck."

He rushed out from behind the tree again. Strangely, the machine gun bullets on the top of the mountain seemed to completely ignore them and fired into the woods.

The people on the hill seemed to have completely ignored me. Did they think of me as a coward who had left the battlefield?

Yamamoto couldn't understand, he really couldn't understand why, after getting this glimmer of luck, he actually developed a vengeful mentality, and secretly swore: "Just wait, all of you just wait, as long as the machine guns are set up..."

It was like a white-eyed wolf who had been spared his life. While begging for mercy, he was actually planning how to take revenge in his heart!
The car is right in front of us...

He jumped forward and hid behind the car, using the front of the car as cover and turned back to shout, "Hurry!"

There are two left...

When Yamamoto looked back again, there were only a machine gun crew and a fourth squad left behind him.

"quick!"

"Use the front of the car as a cover, set up the machine gun, and suppress the machine guns and artillery muzzles on the top of the mountain!"

Two Japanese soldiers quickly rushed past Yamamoto. Just as they rushed to the rear of the car, a Chinese sentence that Yamamoto couldn't understand rang out: "Look? Look at me and see if I look like your father!"

Da da da da da!
It's the Type 92...

How could it be Type 92!

Yamamoto didn't even have the thought of resisting at this moment. When he heard a loud bang, he saw a ferocious-looking man holding a machine gun on the truck bed, with the muzzle of the gun facing him.

Yamamoto shifted his gaze and saw the sun hanging far in the sky. He just thought... the sunshine was so nice.

Da da da da da da!

Qu Yong pulled the trigger and shot Yamamoto in the chest. The bullets continued to penetrate his chest and hit the soil with blood.

At that second, Qu Yong didn't even look at the Japanese who were killed. He raised the muzzle of the gun, opened the tripod, placed the gun on the roof of the car, and fired at the dense forest where the Japanese were hiding with the butt of the gun.

chug chug!
chug chug!

Thug, tug, tug, tug!

Qu Yong didn't care about accuracy or bullet density. He just pulled the trigger and took the bullet from Huaer beside him to replace it.

In the past, Qu Yong couldn't even do the Czech style, let alone the pheasant neck. But after Xu Chaoyang got the one, they all knew how to do it. His big brother would always teach them something during the breaks in training, regardless of whether they were willing to learn or not.

As he was being smoked, Qu Yong couldn't help but fiddle with this pheasant neck. He even became visibly proud during the shooting. At the moment of firing, he mischievously wanted to fire one or two shots at the Japanese soldiers that appeared in the crosshairs at the moment the muzzle slid, to try to recreate the feeling of shooting in a hurry.

He enjoyed the bullets so much when they were ejected from the muzzle, the wood chips flying from the trees destroyed by the bullets, and the branches falling when they were cut off by the bullets. It was as exciting as when he was a child, taking an axe and dismantling an old chair...

"Run!"

"The devils are running away!!"

It was not until Qu Yong heard his second sister's cry from the top of the mountain that he woke up from a very strange state. He seemed to have entered into some kind of atmosphere. He knew what he was doing, but he was extremely focused.

"Did the devils run away?"

Huaer hid behind the front of the car, tilted her head and asked Qu Yong.

　Thanks to brother 'Book Friend 20201118232246813' for the generous reward of 5000, which is too much. Thank you brother for your contribution and thank you brother for speaking up for justice. I have seen it all and love you in my heart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)