The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 164 Seeking Death (Additional Chapter 44 for Black Star)

Huang Yizi, the novice time traveler, was still alive, but he was not shot in the chest like Xufeng. He successfully survived by blocking the bullet with a DIY bulletproof plate.

Only a few veterans like Hu Biao have always been willing to take care of these newcomers as much as possible.

I hope they can survive as long as possible, grow up gradually in the battle, and play a greater role; so in the intervals between battles, I will take a look at them from time to time with concern.

Just after Hu Biao knocked down a Japanese soldier with a Thompson submachine gun, he saw Huang Yizi not far away, whose fingers were blown off after his helmet was thrown out.

He quickly turned the gun around and shot the Japanese sergeant dead before he could fire, thus successfully rescuing Huang Yizi.

Just as the Japanese sergeant was hit by two bullets and was about to fall, he heard a sound of empty bullets from the gun chamber.

Hu Biao suddenly opened and closed his mouth and cursed.

Because even in today's battle, he deliberately controlled the firing rate of the Thompson submachine gun and used point-fire shooting as much as possible to save bullets.

But by now, all the 11.43mm bullets, including the batch Annie sent last night, have been used up.

This not only means that the Thompson submachine gun in his hand is not as useful as a fire poker; it also means that his 20-shot Jin-made Mauser pistol is useless now.

The reason is simple. The bullets used by both weapons are universal, both are 11.43mm caliber pistol bullets.

With such great depression, Hu Biao threw away the useless Thompson submachine gun in his hand, took out a grenade from his chest and knocked it on the helmet on his head.

After counting to six in his hand, he threw it at the three Japanese soldiers outside the warehouse.

With such extreme operation, the thrown grenade did not even hit the ground but exploded successfully in the air.

Although the Japanese Type 91 grenade is not big in size, it can form quite dense fragments after the explosion, knocking down all three Japanese soldiers in an instant.

Old hands like Hu Biao also like to use grenades and carry quite a few of them.

So, Huang Yizi, who likes to be a little clever, actually did not use his cleverness in the wrong place; it was just because his luck was a little too bad. I personally suggest that he go back and buy two pairs of red shorts.

Under the baptism of grenade fragments, even if two Japanese soldiers were not killed, they basically lost their combat effectiveness.

After seeing this, Hu Biao finally called out, "Er Pang, other than your fingers, are you injured anywhere else?"

By this time, Huang Yizi had recovered a little from the severe pain of having two broken fingers.

After sitting on the ground, he first used his intact left hand to take out a tourniquet that Black Star had brought with him, and prepared to tie it around his arm with some effort to stop the bleeding with one hand.

Then sprinkle white medicine on the severed finger and wrap it with a towel.

In this way, although his right hand is disabled, his life is not in danger, and he can still do something next; after all, Yang Guo broke his right arm, but he still spent sixteen lonely years alone, right?

But when Hu Biao's concerned voice reached his ears, Huang Yizi's face showed pain again.

To be more precise, it should be a painful expression; no other reason! It was because of Hu Biao's nickname "Er Pang" that made him feel a little annoyed.

I don’t know which guy in the time travel team has so much free time; or maybe the way they give each other nicknames to relieve tension is speechless.

Anyway, as they kept calling him, they stopped calling him Huang Yizi by his given name and started calling him "Er Pang, Er Pang".

As for who Dapang is, it's Huang A-di, who was originally called "Fatty".

After the appearance of this fat yellow guy, the upgrade was successful.

The only thing that made Huang Yizi feel a little fortunate was that he was definitely not the only unlucky guy among the novice time travelers.

Mo Shuiyan, who was still fighting despite dragging one leg, was now called "the cripple" by everyone.

The other new time travelers didn't have nicknames yet, but he believed that in the future, they would also suffer similar fates. In any case, no one would take advantage, and no one would suffer a loss...

Finally, Huang Yizi finished bandaging himself with one hand.

The Japanese finally showed signs of fatigue in their third attack and began to retreat like a tide.

At the first moment, Hu Biao rushed out of the warehouse like a wolf with a Type 38 rifle that he had picked up and used, aiming at a Type 99 light machine gun abandoned by the Japanese.

This thing has an unreasonable feeding method, poor shooting accuracy, and even malfunctions easily. Hu Biao and his men have always disliked it and would never use it if there was any choice.

But no matter what, it was still more powerful than the Type 38 rifle in his hand. And the strength of the firepower was already the key to whether the Sihang Warehouse could be defended today.

As Hu Biao returned to the warehouse with the captured Type 99 light machine gun, a fat man with a tired face, Huang A-di, walked over.

The first thing he said was bad news: "It's a bad situation.

In the battle just now, 17 of our brothers were killed and 21 were seriously injured.

"The casualties from today's battle, not counting the wounded like Er Pang, are already nearly a hundred. If we continue fighting like this, all the brothers will be wiped out. What should we do?"

"Cold dish." Hu Biao said while biting his back teeth.

After hearing this, Huang A'di, who had been holding back his anger for a long time because of the huge casualties among his brothers, glared and was about to lose his temper; It's already this late, and you're still trying to be clever with me, right?

However, Hu Biao's next words completely dissipated his anger, leaving only helplessness in his heart:

"What can we do? Besides gritting our teeth and fighting the Japanese to the death until they give up their attack in despair, what else can we do?"
Could it be that because of our arrival, the Sihang Warehouse, which was once defended in history, was destroyed by the Japanese?"

Faced with such a question, Huang A'di couldn't help but shudder.

If that situation really happened, even if he returned to the modern world alive with all his body parts intact, he would probably find a crooked tree and hang himself in guilt.

Seeing that Huang A'di fell silent, Hu Biao walked towards the temporary field hospital on the fifth floor.

Faced with the Japs' frenzied attack, he could not avoid heavy casualties and could only hope that the seriously injured could survive as much as possible.

Then in two days, I can lead them and successfully escape...

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At 1:43 in the afternoon, Hu Biao and his friends didn't even have time to eat a bite of lunch.

Even when they were making breakfast before dawn, they steamed some buns so that they could eat a few bites to fill their stomachs during the battle.

However, during the limited fighting time, they needed to be busy treating the wounded, organizing the firing points in various places, and reloading the empty weapons.

Often, before all of the above work is completed, the Japanese attack begins again.

There is not even a minute or two to spare to eat a steamed bun.

Just like now, Hu Biao was frowning, resisting the urge to throw away the Type 99 light machine gun in his hand, and was oiling the bullets bit by bit.

The main thing is that this is a crappy thing, shouldn’t we give it some oil?

It is easy to have problems with shell ejection, causing it to get stuck during combat.

Oil it? Mud and dust from the battle will get stuck to the oil, which will also cause it to jam. It's just slightly better than not oiling it.

Before he could finish brushing the oil, he heard a voice in his ear: "The devil is coming, what the hell is that?"

After hearing the warning, Hu Biao rushed to the window in a panic, but was delighted when he saw what was happening.

It's not because the frequency of the Japanese attacks is so high that he doesn't even have time to chew a bun, but instead uses powerful weapons. This makes him angry and happy.

The Japanese's powerful weapon was actually an old excavator reinforced with barbed wire and steel plates.

From a distance, it looks very big and has a DIY wasteland style.

The problem is that the machine gun company of the 524th Regiment's strongest firepower is not the several Min-24 heavy machine guns, but a Su-rotong ST-5 20mm anti-aircraft machine gun.

This thing has very strong firepower when it is laid flat. It can completely penetrate the Japanese Type 17 tank with mm thick frontal armor; it can also easily hit this modified old excavator.

However, this strongest firepower was not used because it had to be hidden in order to be used against the Japanese aircraft.

During the morning today, because the Japanese air force that suffered losses did not appear again, Hu Biaogang had them dismantled and re-erected to strengthen the increasingly sparse ground defense firepower.

Then the devil's thing appeared again.

Damn it! Isn't this just courting death...

(End of this chapter)