The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 212 Street Fighting ()

When the whispered reminder of 'Commander Huang, the Japanese bastard is coming' was heard, the fat man Huang Yizi was obviously distracted.

There was no other way! It was mainly because a few days ago at work in the modern dimension, his boss and colleagues, if they were polite, would call him "Xiao Huang", and if they were less polite, they would just call him "that guy".

But now there are more than twenty people who not only respectfully call him "Commander Huang", but also entrust their lives to him.

Compared with all of the above, I can only say that fate and life are really fucking magical.

Fortunately, this guy Huang Yizi is traveling through time for the second time. The fierce battle for several days and nights in the Sihang Warehouse has made him undergo a complete transformation.

In a very short time, this guy weighing more than 200 pounds had adjusted his mood.

Holding a stick with a small mirror tied to it, he carefully reached out from the house facing the street where he was currently staying.

Through the mirror, he could see that a Japanese Type 97 medium tank was currently driving towards this side.
The tank commander actually stuck half of his body out of the turret and looked around the streets around Teng County with a proud look, like a complacent occupier.

Behind the tanks, there were forty or fifty Japanese infantrymen providing cover. Both sides advanced slowly at a leisurely pace.

After seeing the above situation, Huang Yizi was instantly happy.

The Japanese soldiers in the standing divisions in the early stages of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression were indeed very powerful, but their experience and tactics in street fighting were very backward.

Or to put it another way, it seems that the armies of all countries now do not have much experience in street fighting.

Only after experiencing famous street battles such as Volgograd and Berlin, where both sides suffered astonishing casualties, did people begin to take street fighting seriously.

Only in the future will the armies of various countries conduct relevant tactical research and training.

Therefore, in Huang Yizi's eyes, the battle formation displayed by the Japanese at this moment was full of flaws.

How dare they not send out scouts to search the buildings on both sides of the street, and think they can push all the way through with just a Type 97 medium tank leading the way? Dream on.

After seeing these situations, Huang Yizi decided to teach them well.

Tuition fees are the lives of these little devils.

With this thought in mind, he used some simple gestures to send a message to Lao Yu, who was in a house across the street:
Take people upstairs and prepare to take action.

After Huang Yizi and four soldiers went up to the second floor facing the street and just lit a Molotov cocktail, they heard a clear burst of gunfire.

Judging from the direction of the gunshots, it should be the area under the charge of Xufeng and Van Gogh, and they are now exchanging fire with the Japanese.

The sudden gunshots were also heard by the Japanese soldiers on their street, who immediately sped up their advance and prepared to encircle them.

The 15-ton Japanese tank tracks turned rapidly, making a creaking sound as they crushed the centuries-old bluestone roadside.

The Japanese infantrymen who followed them also began to jog, and their defenses became even more lax.

Just like that, the Japanese tanks soon drove to the position where they were ambushing. Huang Yizi shouted "Let's do it" and pushed open the window with his right hand.

With a powerful swing of his left hand, the Molotov cocktail in his hand hit the tank below accurately.

In an instant, the bottle was smashed to pieces, and the gasoline mixed with sugar and scrap tire particles flowed on the tank and burned violently.

He was only half a second slower than Huang Yizi, and three more Molotov cocktails were thrown out.

Because the distance was so close, it could even be described as the Japanese Type 97 tank being right under their noses, so all three Molotov cocktails hit the target without any suspense.

Even a Molotov cocktail thrown by Lao Yu hit the swaggering driver's head accurately.

The moment he was hit, the Japanese driver immediately fainted and collapsed into the carriage.

But the next second, a Molotov cocktail smashed on his head and burned him into a fireman; the inhuman pain woke the unfortunate guy up again.

Then, it rolled and struggled wildly in the narrow space inside the tank, igniting one or two fires on the clothes of several other Japanese crew members.

Unfortunately, there was a huge fire outside, and they couldn't open the hatch and escape.

Leaving them unable to do anything but scream in fear.

In a word, this Japanese medium tank, which Uncle Bo had finally taken down with the help of the Mauser M1918 anti-tank rifle during the battle on the city wall, was now easily destroyed by Huang Yizi and his men in the street fighting.

All I can say is that reasonable tactics are extremely important in battle. Meanwhile, the other fighters in the room were also busy.

They threw a wooden-handled grenade from the second-floor windows on both sides of the street, and then fired at the street below with their weapons.

It should be said that the Japanese these days are quite elite and fierce.

In the current situation where they were clearly ambushed, the survivors, despite being in great panic, still instinctively raised their rifles and fired back at the opponents on the second floor on both sides.

Huang Yizi didn't need to emphasize it, all the soldiers under his command knew that they must not be cowardly at this moment.

Once these devils recover their strength, a good ambush may end up in failure.

Everyone stood at the window without dodging or evading. Even though some people were shot and injured, or even killed, they still fought to the death and fired desperately.

The purpose is to fire more shots in a short period of time to completely defeat and kill these devils.

Especially the rookie Lao Yu, who is very brave at this moment.

There was no way! As a native of Xuzhou, he had heard from the older generation since he was a child about the various atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders during the seven years they occupied Xuzhou during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

On this land where their ancestors had lived for many years, the Japanese devils frantically plundered, suppressed, destroyed and massacred villages.

After traveling through time, I saw so many things with my own eyes, especially after taking a photo of Senior Zhou Tong last night, he had already thought he was dead.

With the determination to die, we were ready to fight the devils to the death.

It doesn't matter what the outcome is, but just to be worthy of this piece of land of my hometown and the admirable ancestors of my hometown.

Look! Lao Yu was holding a Type 79 rifle made in N-handchuan, but it jammed after firing two shots. He threw the rifle away while cursing, picked up a few spare Molotov cocktails at his feet, lit them, and threw them at the Japanese soldiers below.

During the process, bullets whizzed past me, but I didn't know which one to be afraid of.

Don’t underestimate the Molotov cocktail, as it won’t explode like a grenade after it hits the ground. However, at this moment it demonstrates a power that is even more terrifying than a grenade.

The reason is simple. The Japanese died instantly after the grenade exploded.

However, the screams of the Japanese soldiers who were hit by the Molotov cocktails and turned into fire men brought extremely terrifying psychological pressure to the other surviving Japanese soldiers.

After a brief exchange of fire, the Japanese completely collapsed.

The remaining dozen or so people turned around and tried to escape desperately, intending to escape from such a terrifying county, but where could they escape in this situation?

He had only taken a few steps when he was beaten to death from behind by the people upstairs.

After the last Japanese soldier was knocked down, Huang Yizi shouted, "Go downstairs and clean up the battlefield quickly. Watch out for the Japanese soldiers pretending to be dead."

As he spoke, he quickly went downstairs, not forgetting to draw out a big knife from behind.

After rushing to the street, he slashed at the back of a Japanese soldier lying on the ground.

After making sure that the Japanese soldier was dead, they took away the Type 38 rifle in his hand, the ammunition box, gas mask, grenade, etc. on his body.

The other personnel followed suit.

The main reason is that the weapons in the hands of these devils are much more powerful than the broken guns they use.

Unfortunately, there was no time to clean up the battlefield. After hearing a burst of dense footsteps, Huang Yizi shouted at the top of his voice:

"Retreat, go to the next place."

Sure enough, they had not run far when a group of Japanese soldiers appeared behind them and chased after them.

If these were still easy to explain and were within their expectations, the key point was that there was a Japanese officer chasing them while shouting something.

Huang Yizhi happened to watch too many new Japanese comics and understood the meaning of them:
"Don't let go of that fat guy in front. He must be a big fish."

"What's wrong with me being a little fat? Did I eat your little devil's rice?" The fat man, who weighed more than 200 pounds, muttered in frustration...

(End of this chapter)