The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 1 Waiting Online

...Many old guys on the Internet are saying: I will be lustful if I am rich, I will move away if I am poor, I will obey seduction, I will confess if you don’t beat me, I will cry if you beat me, I will not suffer, and I will not do any work.

Life is only 30,000 days, so live every day.

The main point is that as long as I am completely flat, no one can exploit or fool me.

Rectify the workplace? I don’t even go to the workplace; as long as I don’t think about buying a house, buying a car, starting a business, getting married, or having children, life will be perfect.

But who can tell me now that even lying flat has become a luxury, or what should I do when I suddenly don’t want to lie flat?

Waiting online, quite urgent... Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

As the above thoughts flashed through Hu Biao's mind like lightning, the situation was like this:

In front of a position filled with smoke and the smell of blood, about forty or fifty meters away, a small Japanese tank was slowly moving towards this side.

About ten steps behind the tank, there were about forty Japanese soldiers wearing shit-yellow uniforms.

They were holding Type 38 rifles that were taller than their rifles after being equipped with bayonets, and they followed in groups of three or four.

Hu Biao couldn't recognize the specific model of the small tank in front of him because he was not a serious military fan.

However, this thing is estimated to be less than four meters long, about one meter sixty wide, and about the same height as myself who is 1 meters tall; there is not even a small-caliber tank gun on the body, only one light and one heavy machine gun.

If this thing were placed in the modern world, its size would be similar to some large-sized Lao Tou Le electric cars.

There was no communication equipment on it. If the advancing Japanese wanted to communicate with the crew, they had to smash the tank shell with the butt of their guns first.

The crew had to hear the noise and stick a head out of the tank before both sides could talk.

In short, after being used to seeing various main battle tanks weighing tens of tons and equipped with a large number of advanced electronic equipment, even dogs in the modern dimension would shake their heads when looking at this small tank.

It was this kind of thing that even dogs would shake their heads at the sight of, which made the dozens of men who were still breathing on the battlefield almost despair.

Everyone knew that once this thing rushed into the position, it would completely tear through their defense line; but after trying countless methods and many people died, it still had no effect.

Yes! No effect at all.

The machine gunner had big buck teeth. He was the man who always liked to brag about how he could shoot wherever he pointed his Czech light machine gun and would never hit the right eye even if he wanted to shoot the left eye. He was frantically pulling the trigger and firing.

Big Bucktooth was not bragging, the bullets he fired were accurate and powerful.

Almost every bullet hit the tank's hull, but apart from sending out sparks, the 7.92*57mm Mauser pointed bullets could not penetrate the tank's thin armor.

By the same token, the Hanyang rifles on the battlefield, which constantly pulled the bolts to fire 7.92mm round-nose bullets, had no way of penetrating the target.

Of course, the desperate firing of the Czech and Hanyang rifles was not without any effect or function.

At least it can make the tank crew afraid to drive the tank faster due to the "ding-dong" sound; and make the Japanese infantry afraid to get too close to the tank to avoid being hit by flying bullets.

Can a heavy machine gun penetrate this small tank?

The only barely usable Maxim heavy machine gun in the company had already been blown into scattered pieces by a grenade launcher from the Japanese.

The main shooter with a big beard, the big man from Shandong Province who couldn't even be full with three bowls of brown rice for a meal, but could still run very fast while carrying a heavy Maxim machine gun.

Now, along with the assistant gunner nicknamed 'Little Wife', the two of them were lying on the machine gun position with their heads raised and covered in blood.

Neither of them was dead yet, their chests were rising and falling slightly and they were still breathing, but no one had time to go and rescue them.

Now the living people on the position have no time to spare, as they may die in the next second; everyone is ready to sacrifice their lives to try to stop the advance of that little thing.

The difference lies in whose name the company commander calls first and whoever is asked to fill it in. That person will die earlier.

Because when the Japanese tank was advancing, the two light and heavy machine guns on it were firing fiercely; the two fire snakes kept shooting back and forth in front of it, and anyone who was hit would die.

Plus the little devils at the back who stopped shooting from time to time,
The bullets they fired were as fierce and accurate as if they had eyes, causing their attempts to blow up the tiny tank on the battlefield to fail again and again.

Every time the brothers rushed out, they died. Now all three groups have died.

As a result, the distance from the position to the front of the tank is now full of the bodies of brothers who have long been dead; I don’t know who will go up in the fourth group and whether they can blow up this iron turtle...

******
After throwing away the military cap in his hand, the young company commander Feng Yaozu no longer cared about his hair, which was always sleek and shiny with the help of Stancom hair oil. Now it was a mess like a chicken coop.

With red eyes, he glanced at the few remaining men on the battlefield, and as if calling out names from the King of Hell, he shouted again:
"Third squad leader, come on, the others provide cover."

"You little devils, those of you who can still breathe from squad 3, follow me."

Upon hearing this, the squad leader nicknamed "Little Henan" instinctively swallowed his saliva, and then shouted at the top of his lungs.

Why did you swallow instinctively?
It should be this old soldier who is said to have started serving in the army and eating food during the Zhi-Feng War. He always shouts that the bullet that killed him has not yet been created. He also knows that he will not be well today.

Even though he knew it, he still hugged three grenades tied together and took the lead in jumping out of the position.

He crouched down, kept changing the direction of advance, and moved quickly towards the small tank.

Seeing this, the four remaining members of Class 3 gritted their teeth and rushed out of the position.

Normally, at this point, if the people on the position cooperated by throwing a round of grenades, raising a cloud of dust, it would be able to effectively cover their figures as they approached the tank.

But the battle had reached this point, and the last three grenades on the position were also held in Xiao Henan's arms.

Where could we find more grenades to throw out for cover? Fortunately, amidst the dense hail of bullets, the third squad leader, Xiao Henan, kept moving forward with such swiftness and agility that anyone who saw him would give him a shout of admiration.

Unfortunately, his nimble and quick footsteps were no match for bullets. He had only rushed about seven or eight feet when he was hit on the head by a heavy machine gun on the little guy's vehicle.

In an instant, a large cloud of blood mist burst out from his head, and he completely disappeared.

The headless body rushed forward a few steps before falling to the ground.

A huge cloud of dust was immediately thrown up because the mud in front of the position had become extremely soft due to repeated bombardment by artillery shells.

When you step on it, it is high enough to easily cover your ankle.

Perhaps it was because Xiao Henan, the old soldier, although he had always competed fiercely with other squads for food, weapons and ammunition in the past, he was really nice to the people in his squad on weekdays.

The men from the third squad who rushed out couldn't help but slow down their pace when they saw this scene.

He called out "Squad Leader" in a tearful voice and rushed straight towards Xiao Henan's body.

But because of this extremely short pause, a light machine gun on a small tank found an opportunity and fired a volley of bullets at them.

After knocking them to the ground, it was obvious that none of them were alive.

At this point, the fourth group of people who went to blow up the tanks were once again wiped out.

In this short period of time, the little tank rushed forward a distance; now it was only about thirty meters away from the position, and the fire from light and heavy machine guns was becoming more and more deadly.

In a blink of an eye, the machine gunner with buck teeth was knocked over, and the only suppressive firepower on the position was extinguished.

Upon seeing this scene, Company Commander Feng Yaozu's eyes turned bloodshot.

He turned his head to look at the position again and wanted to send out a fifth group of people to blow up the tanks; but looking at the full company under his command, only a quarter of it was left.

All his trusted guards, officers, and even his cousin were killed; it seemed that the troops he had worked so hard to build would be destroyed here today.

For a moment, he was so sad that he decided to die, and he actually rushed out of the position himself.

He rolled over on the spot and picked up the bundle of grenades next to Xiao Henan's headless body; then he continued to advance quickly using the large and small craters in front of the position.

In order to give the company commander a chance of success, everyone on the position desperately pulled the bolt of the Hanyang-made rifle and fired.

They no longer cared about the dire situation where they only had a few bullets left.

Finally, when the company commander was still seven or eight meters away from the Japanese small tank, a ball of blood burst out from his left thigh.

As he approached, his tactical movements were quite standard, but he was still hit in the thigh by the Japanese behind him.

After being shot, the company commander staggered and fell headfirst; but even so, he still rolled towards the tank after falling to the ground, and at the same time pulled the fuse.

The wooden-handled grenades produced by the Jinling Arsenal take six to eight seconds to detonate.

So before the bundle of grenades exploded, the tracks of the slowly approaching small tank had already pressed down on the company commander, crushing him directly from the lower abdomen.

At the moment when the tracks rolled over him, it was said that he was a young master born into a wealthy family.

The young company commander, whose uniform was always straight and whose belt was tied tightly around his waist, screamed violently while his head and legs were raised at both ends of his body like shrimps.

It is easy to imagine how much pain he is enduring at this moment.

Then, a violent explosion rose from under the little tank.

With a "creak", the tracks of the Japanese's small tank broke, and the thing finally stopped moving forward; but there was nothing left of the company commander except a pair of legs in shiny riding boots.

"Brothers, follow me and kill the Japs to avenge the company commander."

The highest-ranking officer left on the battlefield, the deputy company commander who was generally recognized as greedy and lustful, shouted loudly, then rushed out with a pistol in one hand and a big knife in the other.

At this shout, more than 30 people on the position, either holding rifles with bayonets or waving big swords, followed the deputy company commander's steps one by one.

Unfortunately, facing the hand-to-hand combat that was about to begin.

The Japanese did not eject their bullets in unison before a bayonet fight as people said on the Internet.

Only about thirty Japanese soldiers began to remove bullets and prepare to fight with bayonets, while the rest stood still and fired; even on one side, a Type 99 light machine gun never stopped firing.

Amidst a burst of fierce gunfire, six or seven of the brothers who had just rushed out were knocked down again; but the remaining people did not even take a second look at their dead brothers, and continued to rush forward desperately.

It was also at this moment that Hu Biao and his group, who were carrying or holding food, finally rushed to the position amid the artillery fire, and saw more clearly the cruel battle situation they had seen all the way there.

Even though it was not the first time Hu Biao had seen such a hellish scene, his heart and stomach were still churning violently.

Before he could spit it out, Hu Biao was kicked in the waist. He staggered and woke up.

Turning his head, he could see that the old squad leader no longer had any of his usual kind expression. His eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to eat someone, and he roared at him:
"Hu Biao, you cowards, follow me, or I'll chop you to death."

After saying this, the old man, who was said to have been a soldier for more than 20 years but had never fought in a war, strode out of the position holding a kitchen knife.

The figure, already quite old, was filled with indescribable determination for a moment.

Under such circumstances, Hu Biao, who was still carrying a load of noodles, couldn't help but think of the opening paragraph in his head; as well as the incredible and fucked-up experiences that had happened to him recently...

(End of this chapter)