The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 163 Ten Fingers Connected to Hearts
At 10:03 am, during the Japanese's third attack of the day.

Huang Yizi, a novice who had just traveled through time, leaned against the wall on the first floor of the warehouse and took off a Japanese Type 91 grenade from the chest mount on his chest.

After knocking the Tony helmet on his head hard, he suppressed the urge to throw it away immediately and counted in his mouth:
one two Three……

After counting to five, he suddenly leaned to the left.

With a flick of his right hand, he threw the grenade, which had been in his hand for 5 seconds, out of a window like a hot potato.

During this process, he clearly saw two Japanese soldiers rushing to within only three or four meters of the window.

When Huang Yizi saw the Japanese, the two Japanese naturally saw the fat man; one of them had a Type 38 rifle on his waist, and he was really fierce and powerful.

He didn't even think about dodging the grenade, but quickly raised his rifle.

He was willing to be killed in the explosion and shoot Huang Yizi to death, with the intention of both of them dying together.

After seeing this scene, the fat man weighing more than 200 pounds burst out with amazing speed in his survival instinct and retracted his body back to the wall.

Almost at the moment when he dodged, the Type 38 rifle in the hands of the Japanese fired.

A bullet almost grazed his body and almost hit his left chest.

When Huang Yizi's back just touched the wall, the Type 91 grenade he threw out finally exploded.

The loud explosion, mixed with the faint screams of the Japanese soldiers, reached my ears.

At the same time, a large amount of mud and sand flew in from the window beside him with the shock wave, mixed with some strange things.

After looking over out of habit, Huang Yizi discovered that it was half of a broken palm.

I think the two Japanese were killed, but I don’t know who this half palm came from.

It was at this moment that Huang Yizi, who had just been back from the gates of hell, felt a strong sense of fear and physical fatigue.

But even so, he took a deep breath.

He reached his right hand to his waist again, grabbed another grenade, and planned to do the same thing.

At this time, you can see that the expression on the face of the novice Huang Yizi is quite interesting; specifically, it should be a magical expression that can only be produced by the interweaving of many emotions such as lingering fear, anger, and the desire to give up.

In addition, you can see that there are many grenades and wooden-handled grenades hanging and pinned on many places on Huang Yizi's body; a rough count shows that there are as many as fifteen or sixteen of them.

Speaking of which! It is actually quite natural for Huang Yizhi to have such a look and such a complex expression.

Major General Okawachi, the commander of the Japanese Special Marine Corps, was very clear about one thing before dawn:
Today is his last chance. If he fails to capture the Sihang Warehouse, his military career will be basically over.

When the flag was flying on the roof, they entered a crazy state with no way out.

So just as Hu Biao and the others had expected, the intensity and madness of the Japanese attack today were much more intense than the three hours yesterday.

During each attack, the Japanese would fight with the defenders for a long time at the warehouse windows and gates.

Only when the attacking force suffered heavy casualties and lost morale would they retreat, and then be replaced by a new force, and soon after, launch another attack.

As the old saying goes, nine out of ten fat men are rich, and the one who is not rich has no butt.

No! It should be said that nine out of ten fat men are cunning. Although Huang Yizhi looks like an honest otaku, he has a lot of tricks in his mind.

When encountering problems, I always think of using some clever tricks or some tricky means to settle things.

After traveling through time, the same thing happened in the battle with the Japanese.

No! Facing today's particularly fierce battle, after repelling the Japanese's first attack, he had another thought in his mind:
With a novice like me's marksmanship, tactical movements, and melee abilities, if I were to fight with a rifle.

Although it sounds a bit discouraging, it really doesn't have much effect.

But throwing grenades and hand grenades was different. When the Japanese charged, they didn't require a specific distance or accuracy, but the power and lethality were far greater, and they could also play a much greater role. So, while he was cleaning up the battlefield, he desperately loaded himself with grenades and wooden-handled hand grenades; even when he ran, his body was covered in clanking noises.

But when it came to actual combat, some new problems arose.

That is the Japanese Type 91 grenade. The fuse time of this crappy thing is as long as 8 seconds.

In the previous battle, he hit his helmet and held a grenade in his hand for a second or two before throwing it out, but the Japanese still picked it up and threw it back.

Good boy! If he hadn't reacted quickly and had good luck, he would have died from the grenade he threw.

What to do? You can only do the same as above, holding the grenade in your hand for 5 seconds before throwing it, thus eliminating any possibility of the enemy picking it up.

During such operations, Huang Yizi was always extremely worried that the grenade in his hand would explode prematurely due to poor quality of the fuse, causing him to die in a ridiculous way of "blowing himself to death".

This was also the first time that Huang Yizi hoped that the quality of the things made by the devils could really be that of a craftsman...

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After picking up another grenade, Huang Yizi did not pull the trigger and throw it away. Instead, he leaned out again and looked out the window.

After all, before throwing the grenade, you always have to check if there are any Japanese soldiers outside the window. Only if there are, you can throw the grenade, right?

Look, there's a Japanese soldier here! He's a Japanese sergeant.

He ignored the corpses of his own soldiers and the screaming wounded all around him, and rushed over with a rifle without a bayonet, less than five meters away from the window.

When their eyes met, the two of them immediately moved instinctively.

The Japanese sergeant moved a little faster, stopped, pulled the bolt with his right hand, and prepared to shoot to death the rare 200-pound National Army soldier in front of him.

Huang Yizi's movements were a little slow, but fortunately not by much.

When the opponent pulled the bolt of the gun, the unpulled grenade in his hand was thrown over.

In his haste, he did not forget that the thing was not actually pulled open, but he knew that he must not give the other party a chance to open fire.

Absolutely not, otherwise you will be killed.

So the next second after throwing the grenade, he also threw away the helmet on his head; then he was about to stretch out his left hand and reach for the DIY pistol at his waist.

Because when the Japanese sergeant saw a black grenade thrown at him, he subconsciously dodged.

Although I realized later that the safety pin of this thing had not been pulled out, nor had it been hit on a hard object to trigger the unique structure of the fuse.

This Japanese sergeant still wasted the most precious and critical time.

Before he pulled the bolt to load the bullet and fired at his opponent, Huang Yizi had enough time to pull out his pistol and attack him.

Unfortunately, in such a fierce and cruel battlefield, there will never be any fair one-on-one competition.

Even on the battlefield, bad luck can lead to some accidents, causing people to be injured and die in silence.

Just as he threw the helmet with his right hand and grabbed the handle of the DIY pistol at his waist with his left hand, a bullet flew towards him from nowhere.

It hit Huang Yizi's right hand, which he had not yet put down.

With a "bang", Huang Yizi clearly saw the middle finger and index finger on his right hand explode into a large cloud of blood mist in front of his eyes.

Only short pieces of two fingers were left, and blood mist splattered all over his face.

More importantly, the saying "the ten fingers are connected to the heart" made Huang Yizi understand it very clearly.

In an indescribable pain, he grasped the severed fingers of his right hand with his left hand and screamed in agony; while the Japanese sergeant had already raised his rifle...

(End of this chapter)