The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 148 Three Hours (Part )
"The Japanese Marines' equipment is really, really luxurious."

Biting his back teeth, Hu Biao cursed out these words bitterly, his tone full of unspeakable helplessness and unspeakable jealousy.

That was when the panicked voice of Huang Yizi, who was sitting next to him, reached his ears.

Hu Biao was reloading a Type 38 rifle that had just run out of bullets. He looked up at the situation in the distance and immediately saw a big movement in front of him.

At a distance of three or four hundred meters, there were four tanks and armored vehicles, two track-driven and two wheel-driven, slowly approaching from the front of the warehouse.

If you count carefully, this is Hu Biao's third time traveling through time.

We have fought dozens of battles with the Japanese, but this was the first time we saw four tanks and armored vehicles coming at us at the same time.

Among them was a Type 89 tank that they were familiar with, the one that Black Star had driven last time.

There was also a track-driven 'Vickers Cardenloyd' machine gun vehicle, a wheel-driven 'Type 91 Armored Car', and a 'Type 93 Armored Car'.

If Hu Biao had not studied the early models of the Japanese equipment in World War II after traveling back last time, he would have had no way of recognizing all the Japanese equipment in front of him.

As for why he was shouting that these devils belonged to the Marines?

It was entirely because this time I encountered the Japanese, and the uniforms they wore were not the familiar shit-yellow style seen in the previous two times I traveled through time.

But it was the Japanese navy's sailor combat uniform with a black lapel.

He was wearing white canvas leggings on his legs, making him recognizable at a glance.

Of course, it doesn’t matter whether the Japanese in front of them are the army or the marines. What matters is that they need to destroy these tanks and armored vehicles as soon as possible.

Because as they drove along, the light and heavy machine guns on them kept firing.

Even the only Type 37 tank would stop from time to time and use its mm tank gun to fire a shell towards the warehouse.

Naturally, these bullets and shells could not penetrate the thick walls of the warehouse.

However, they posed a considerable threat to the defenders, especially those heavy machine gun fire points that were difficult to move.

Hu Biao only saw the models of the four tanks and armored vehicles clearly before he could take any action. He saw that the Type 37 tank stopped. The short mm gun barrel moved towards them for a while and then suddenly stopped.

The reason for this is that there is a Type 24 heavy machine gun here, which is considered a major threat.

Knowing that the other party was about to open fire, Hu Biao could only hurriedly shout "Get down" and at the same time grabbed the collar of Huang Yizi beside him and lay down on the ground.

Caught off guard, Huang Yizi's face hit the ground hard. His nose hurt and he started bleeding on the spot.

Feeling the warmth in his nose, Huang Yizi was about to say something, or even yell at Hu Biao.

The next second, a 37mm shell fell in front of them.

Even though this heavy machine gun fire point has a large number of sandbags placed in front for protection, it can only deal with the threats of bullets and grenade launchers.

The instantaneous explosion killed three Kuomintang soldiers in the machine gun group.

Along with the Type 24 heavy machine gun, it was blown back like a piece of debris; after flying several meters, it fell heavily to the ground.

Huang Yizi instinctively looked over there and found that the heavy machine gun had been severely deformed.

The three national army brothers had their heads, faces, chests and abdomens all torn to pieces, and it was obvious that they were not going to survive.

It was as if he had just narrowly escaped death again; there was no way he had the slightest thought of cursing at Hu Biao.

Hu Biao knew nothing about Huang Yizi's psychological activities.

After quickly getting up from the ground, the only thought in his mind was: destroy these Japanese tanks and armored vehicles, otherwise it would be a big trouble if they rushed in.

This was also the only thought in the minds of many people in the warehouse...

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"Change the magazine, change it to the magazine with K-type bullets." Dead Fish roared with a depressed look on his face.

That was the rookie who was promoted to main shooter today and led a light machine gun team.

He took the Czech light machine gun that Mo Shuiyan had just repaired last night and fired a burst of bullets at the left side armor of a Type 93 armored vehicle at the fastest speed. However, he found that apart from a series of sparks flying, he could not penetrate the thin armor of the vehicle.

On the contrary, during this process, the Japanese infantry relied on these tanks and armored vehicles to advance rapidly and had rushed to a distance of eighty or ninety meters in front of the warehouse.

After seeing this scene, Siyu almost died of depression.

If he were serving in the PLA in the modern world, he wouldn't need any anti-armor weapons to deal with such thin-skinned creatures, and even using 40mm rounds would be a compliment to them.

Just using the Type 89 heavy machine gun, this thing can be shot into a sieve.

He had successfully understood why the eyes of several elders in his family who had participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression would sparkle when they talked about the calibers of various artillery barrels.

It's nothing special! I guess it's just a habit I've developed from encountering so many depressing situations.

Feeling depressed, Siyu could only use his trump card.

Specifically, before crossing over this time, Uncle Bo thought that it would be useless without any anti-armor means, so he bought a hundred rounds of 7.92*57mm caliber K-type bullets at a high price.

This type of bullet was invented by the Germans during World War I.

It has increased the charge and uses a tungsten core bullet, which is said to be able to penetrate 100 to 12 mm thick armor at a distance of 13 meters.

The dead fish was given twenty rounds, just enough to fit into one magazine.

Amid the dead fish's roar, his deputy shooter Wu Yaoxiu, the defeated soldier from the Guangdong Army.

He quickly pulled out a magazine painted with red paint from his waist and quickly replaced it with the Czech light machine gun.

The conversation last night between Black Star, Dead Fish, and the seven defeated soldiers had surprisingly produced an exceptionally positive effect.

Anyway, after Wu Yaoxiu, the defeated soldier, served as his deputy shooter today, his professionalism was put aside, but his attitude had completely changed.

During the battle, he always followed Dead Fish, carrying ammunition and spare gun barrels, and never hid when a fight broke out.

Holding the light machine gun that had just been replaced with K-type bullets, Siyu took a deep breath before starting to fire at a Type 93 armored vehicle.

After all, if the bullet misses the target, the limited K-type bullets will be wasted.

The first experimental three-round burst hit the side armor, and three bullet holes immediately appeared.

The only pity is that after a brief pause, this thing continued to move, and the machine gun turret on it turned towards this side.

However, as long as he could penetrate the armor of this thing, Dead Fish would put aside his biggest worry.

In order to successfully kill this thing before the enemy's counterattack fire arrived and suppressed them, Dead Fish did not care about saving precious K-type bullets and fired all the remaining 17 bullets.

In a very short time, the entire magazine was completely emptied.

However, there were fifteen or sixteen bullet holes scattered on the side of this Type 93 armored vehicle.

He didn't know whether all the Japanese inside were killed or not, but he moved forward about ten meters and then stopped completely. The machine gun turret had been adjusted and only fired a few bullets at this side before it went out, so it was considered that there was no threat anymore.

"Change the barrel, change the magazine." Seeing this, Dead Fish shouted happily.

The reason for replacing the barrel is mainly because K-type bullets cause great wear and tear on the barrel, especially for an old barrel that is already severely worn.

This is also the biggest reason why Dead Fish missed the target with the last two bullets.

But despite his shouting, he found that Wu Yaoxiu did not take action immediately; he could not help but turn his head and saw that this defeated soldier with a Cantonese accent was already lying on the ground.

At first, Siyu thought it was this guy, and his fear of death came back again.

He grabbed the collar and picked him up. He was about to curse when he found that Wu Yaoxiu's face was smashed.

For a moment, he couldn't help but recall the experience that the veteran Black Star had shared with him more than once: "As a machine gunner, you have to get used to the fact that the secondary gunner will constantly die around you during a battle."

Damn! It was such a bloody experience...

(End of this chapter)