The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 149 Three Hours (Part 10) [Updated 11/ for the Color Shadow Master]

Thanks to Uncle Bo's impromptu purchase, he successfully brought over 100 rounds of K-type bullets.

Of course, we also have to thank the Japanese. Their so-called armored vehicles were just some thin-skinned and big-stuffed things, and they could only bully the National Army, which had extremely poor anti-armor capabilities.

Not long after Dead Fish destroyed the Type 93 armored vehicle.

Another Type 91 armored vehicle and the Vickers Cardenloyd machine gun vehicle were also successfully eliminated after being shot from the side by K-type bullets.

Even the Type 91 armored vehicle had its fuel tank hit by Black Star's experienced continuous fire, and most of the tank of gasoline exploded immediately.

The force of the fuel tank explosion detonated the ammunition inside the vehicle, causing a secondary explosion.

The flying rivets and vehicle debris immediately wiped out at least an entire squad of the Japanese soldiers who took the opportunity to charge forward.

Unfortunately, even if K-type bullets were used.

Even after using up all their 100-round stock, they were still unable to penetrate the side armor of the last Type 89 tank.

Like an invincible steel beast, it continued to advance despite the dense firepower in the warehouse, and now it was within thirty meters of the gate.

Behind him, a large number of Japanese soldiers also rushed up; fifty or sixty of them guarded the last tank tightly.

At this speed, they would be able to completely rush into the warehouse in less than seven or eight seconds.

Although some Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground during this process, their precise shooting skills also caused casualties to the defenders of the warehouse.

Many of the brothers who were firing often took down a Japanese soldier just a second ago.

The next second they were shot and fell, making the few medical soldiers extremely busy; and if the Japanese successfully rushed in, the rate of casualties would be even more alarming.

After seeing this situation, Huang Adi, who was on the rooftop, firing at the ground from a high position, shouted:
"Get the Molotov cocktail ready, burn this thing~"

After the voice fell, the newcomer Mo Shuiyan took out a match, lit it, and ignited the three Molotov cocktails made of a mixture of gasoline, sugar, and tire particles around him one by one.

It should be noted that Hu Biao and his group of nine people, including seven defeated soldiers, were not all guarding the first floor.

But because some arrangements require human operation, they are on different floors.

Specifically, Hu Biao, Huang Yizi, Siyu, Wu Yaoxiu, and Xufeng stayed on the first floor; Hei Xing, Chen Tang, Zhu Dashan and three other defeated soldiers of the Northeast Army stayed on the third floor.

Uncle Bo stayed alone on the fourth floor, while Huang A'di, Mo Shuiyan and the remaining two defeated soldiers were guarding the rooftop.

So when Mo Shuiyan was lighting the Molotov cocktail, Xufeng, Huang Yizi, Chen Tang and other newcomers on other floors could not hear Huang Yizi's shouting.

They also lit the Molotov cocktails in their hands amid the roars of other old birds.

In short, the focus of the battle between the two sides at this moment is centered on this Japanese Type 89 tank.

It was a lucky coincidence that the pattern of Hu Biao and his companions' last battle during the previous time travel was repeated, but the positions of both parties were swapped.

Will the specific results be the same as last time?

Of course it was different! The defenders had the advantage of being on high ground, and they had more targeted deployments and tactics; it just came at a price, an unavoidable price.

Mo Shuiyan had just lit the Molotov cocktails, and Zuo Shinian, a defeated Anhui Army soldier, picked up one in each hand, then stood up and rushed to the edge of the roof.

He was ready to swing his arms and throw down the tank that had already rushed out of the warehouse and was less than twenty meters away.

When he swung his arm, a glaring bullet hole appeared on his head; his body fell downstairs and landed not far away from Hu Biao and others.

Let them see with their own eyes the defeated soldiers who had just cheered up today.

Some malnourished bodies fell down with blood and flesh splattered all over their bodies, and soon turned into a ball of fire.

Without time to feel sad, Hu Biao, Hei Xing and others followed the predetermined tactics and shouted, "Grenade!"

Suddenly, densely packed wooden-handled grenades were thrown towards the Type 89 tank.

The explosion of a single wooden-handled grenade wasn't enough to take out a medium-sized Japanese tank, but the dense shrapnel that flew out did knock down quite a few of the surrounding Japanese infantry. Seizing this opportunity, Mo Shuiyan and the Xufeng people unleashed no fewer than ten Molotov cocktails.

During this process, Mo Shuiyan felt a bullet flying past his left shoulder; although he was not hit, the burning sensation was still extremely ecstatic.

Fortunately, because the distance was close enough, at least six Molotov cocktails fell on the tank.

With a crisp "crack", the Molotov cocktails shattered one after another; as the gasoline flowed, flames ignited in many places on the Type 89 tank.

Soon after, the tank stopped moving completely.

The four crew members who didn't want to be burned to death desperately lifted the entrance and exit cover and escaped.

In this process, they inevitably got a lot of gasoline and flames on their bodies; so after jumping off the tank, large areas of their bodies were already burning.

In great pain, they rolled frantically on the ground, trying to put out the flames.

The gasoline with the addition of sugar and rubber particles greatly increased its viscosity and combustion, which in turn made the burning area on their bodies larger, turning the whole person into a fire man.

There was a strange burnt smell on his body, mixed with the aroma of barbecue.

Soon, they could only lie on the ground and struggle, enduring terrible pain, and hoping that the defenders would kill them.

Unfortunately, old hands like Hu Biao are accustomed to making these devils suffer more before dying, and they will definitely not be so kind as to shoot them.

Newbies like Huang Yizi were caught up in an even more intense battle and had no time to deal with them.

All this happened because the Japanese attacking force of more than 500 people lost 100 to 200 people due to bullets and mines on the ground and the firepower of the defenders during the advance.

There are still more than 300 people who have rushed up, and the dozens in front have already rushed to the edge of the warehouse.

They tried to rush in through the door and windows, and the battle between the two sides had almost reached the point where they were shooting at each other face to face...

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With a bang of gunfire, a Japanese soldier was hit in the forehead by Xufeng and fell down with his head tilted back, without even needing a second shot.

It's not that this middle-aged electrician is particularly talented in combat. It's just that within two days of traveling through time, he had mastered the precise shooting skills that allowed him to hit wherever his finger went.

The Japanese soldier who was rushing towards him with a bayonet was only two or three meters away from him.

The next second, the sharp bayonet was about to pierce him, and it would be difficult to miss at such a short distance.

Without caring about the fact that his body was almost stabbed by the sharp bayonet and the feeling of goose bumps standing up all over his skin, Xufeng mechanically pulled the bolt.

Because the next Japanese soldier, who was only five or six meters away from him, had already stopped.

He started pulling the bolt to load the bullet, and then he raised his Type 38 rifle and fired at him.

However, during this process, he was horrified to find that no new bullets were loaded into the Zhongzheng rifle in his hand, and the five bullets originally loaded had been used up.

The instinct for survival made him retreat wildly and throw away the Zhongzheng rifle in his hand.

He pulled out a Hanyang-made pistol from a simple holster on his waist, which had its butt and a section of the barrel sawed off, turning it into a pistol, and held it level with both hands.

Then, he and the Japanese soldier pulled the trigger at the same time and hit each other almost at the same time.

When he saw a ball of blood bursting out of the Japanese soldier's chest, Xufeng felt that his chest was also hit hard, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer.

As a sharp pain arose, he fell backwards with his head tilted back.

A middle-aged electrician, who had lived for 41 years but was shot for the first time in his life, fell to the ground.

For a moment, the thought that even if he died, he could be resurrected and return to the modern plane was completely forgotten; the instinct for survival made him scream frantically:
"Help, medic, help me, I've been shot, I'm going to die."

Amidst the dense roar of gunfire, like frying beans, this cry was extremely shrill...

(End of this chapter)