The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 108 Fighting (Additional chapter 510 for Uncle Bo)

As the thick smoke billowed out with several grenades in hand, they rushed forward.

AT clearly saw that in front of him, the Japanese soldiers who had been rushing towards him with crazy and cruel expressions now had expressions of great fear on their faces.

It no longer rushed forward, but staggered backward in fear like an animal seeing its natural enemy.

"Haha! It turns out these ferocious beasts are also afraid when facing death. Screw Bushido, I thought you were so awesome and ready to fly to the sky at any time."

After seeing the Japanese's reaction, AT forgot the last bit of fear in his heart, and was left with only an indescribable sense of relief.

But at this critical moment, the white-collar worker in the modern world, whose hairline is already quite dangerous due to long-term overtime work, suddenly changed his expression.

Oh no! He felt his throat begin to itch, and a hot current rushed up from his lungs, and he couldn't hold it in anymore.

With his outrageous coughing experience in recent times, he knew that this was the beginning of a violent coughing session.

And with such severe coughing, he would definitely become weak all over and unable to run at all.

Doesn't this mean that before the grenade explodes, there is no way for him to rush close enough to the Japanese and die with them?

If you round it up, it means you died in vain?

Thinking of this, AT clenched his teeth tightly and covered his mouth and nose with both hands, trying to hold back his cough in this way, at least for a few precious seconds.

At the same time, he quickened his pace, increasing his speed a bit, and chased after the devils with all his might.

In the blink of an eye, the poor white-collar worker was so depressed that his face turned red. His whole face was as red as pig liver and it seemed like blood was about to ooze out.

Especially the chest cavity, which seemed like a balloon that was about to be blown to its limit and was about to explode.

That feeling was even more painful than death, and it would truly remain in his memory for the rest of his life.

Thank God! Before the wooden-handled grenade on him exploded, he finally rushed to within three meters of the devils. After reaching this point, the power of the explosion was enough to kill them.

So, with an indescribable sense of relief, AT finally released his hands that were covering his mouth and nose, allowing himself to finally cough.

In the "Kang Kang Kang", a long, loud and rhythmic high-pitched cough like a tractor.

He then realized something sinful: Damn it! Being able to cough at will was an incomparably wonderful and refreshing thing.

The only thing that makes AT a pity and is not very interesting is:
This coughing was just the beginning. Before he had enough, the grenade in his body exploded.

The power of several wooden-handled grenades exploding at the same time blew him into pieces and stopped his coughing abruptly.

Fortunately, the huge power of the explosion not only killed the AT, but also knocked down all the surrounding Japanese soldiers, which successfully resolved the crisis for the tank.

Unfortunately, the crisis surrounding this tank at the moment can be described as one crisis after another.

The AT's death only delayed the tank's destruction by a few minutes.

A little further back, a Japanese second lieutenant used the back of his knife to beat his men around him wildly.

Under such urging, the four Japanese soldiers, who were hesitant and frightened by the AT's self-explosion just now, stopped instinctively.

He let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and with his bayonet raised, he rushed forward to protect a Japanese soldier who was holding a bag of explosives.

At the critical moment, Hu Biao came over with a Type 96 light machine gun; he fired desperately with the light machine gun in his hand and knocked all five Japanese soldiers to the ground.

Then he pulled the trigger and continued to fire at the Japanese lieutenant who was rushing over closely.

After hitting the Japanese lieutenant in the abdomen and leaving a pool of blood, the magazine of the Type 96 light machine gun was exhausted.

The Japanese lieutenant was also very fierce. While covering his stomach with one hand, he still waved the samurai sword with the other hand and continued to rush towards Hu Biao with staggering steps, as if he wanted to take the opportunity to kill him.

He leaned sideways and dodged the slow-moving knife.

Hu Biao grasped the light machine gun with both hands and smashed the Japanese lieutenant's skull with the butt of the gun. A second later, he was in agony and nearly dropped the Type 96 light machine gun in his hand; the heat sink on the barrel had become extremely hot after the continuous firing.

Enduring the severe pain in his palm, Hu Biao replaced the magazine on the machine gun in his hand. It was also the last magazine he had...

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At the same time, the white-collar AT regarded himself as the last unscrupulous shell and took a group of devils with him on the road.

"Hand-to-hand combat, it's hand-to-hand combat again."

Chaozi cursed in an indignant tone; the resentment contained in it was probably three times heavier than that of the legendary Sadako.

In the Eastern Front of World War II, there was a severe lack of automatic firepower.

Especially in the current period when the Lend-Lease Act had not yet been introduced, with the firepower configuration of the National Army, there was no way to completely stop the Japanese devils' crazy charge at all costs.

So on the other side of the tank, Chaozi's situation was also very bad.

Because his original submachine gun was damaged in the barrel due to excessive firing when he was defending the position at the Enlightenment Temple and could not be used.

I had to change to a Japanese Type 38 rifle, which required pulling the bolt once for each shot.

Now, even though Chaozi and a group of 15 Gui army brothers were following the tanks, they were firing with all their might, killing one Japanese soldier after another on the way.

The brothers under his command were constantly dying in battle.

The Japanese soldiers in groups of five or six were about to rush close to him; it was too late for him to continue pulling the bolt and firing.

What to do? Fight.

Even though Chaozi was unwilling to fight the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat because he had suffered several losses, he knew that he had to put on his bayonet and fight hard. He couldn't just let them rush to the side of the tank.

"Brothers, put on your bayonets." Chaozi shouted.

As he spoke, he pulled out a bayonet from his waist and skillfully put it on with a "click"; then, together with the four Gui army brothers beside him, they held their bayonets and rushed towards the Japs.

As they approached each other, they were about to collide in the blink of an eye.

Chaozi's opponent was an elite Japanese soldier with a plaster flag on his rifle; judging from the rank of sergeant on his collar, he should be a sergeant.

He is definitely an elite veteran among the Japanese soldiers with rich combat experience.

His bayonet fighting skills are quite powerful.

So when he was still three or four steps away from this opponent who was a head shorter than him but a lot thicker.

This young worker at the sewage treatment plant in the modern dimension shouted the word "kill".

He didn't care at all about the bayonet in the opponent's hand or what action he was going to make next, he just stabbed him without any hesitation.

The main point is that it’s okay for you to stab me to death, but I’m going to stab you to death too.

Otherwise? How could a rookie like him really fight with such a formidable opponent like the sergeant of the Japanese Type A unit?

There is an old saying: The aggressive ones are afraid of the stupid ones, and the stupid ones are afraid of the desperate ones. Chaozi's desperate stabbing method once again achieved good results.

Although the Japanese sergeant looked fierce and powerful, he did not have the courage to die with him.

He instinctively took a step back, which actually allowed Chaozi to gain a slight advantage.

But just when Chaozi was about to take a step forward and stab this elite Japanese soldier again, Gaodi was about to stab this bastard to death.

After seeing the scene out of the corner of his eye, he had to give up this opportunity.

He even turned around on the spot, leaving his back to the ferocious opponent, ready to give him a fatal bayonet as soon as he caught up...

(End of this chapter)