The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 238 Tug of War (V)
If there is any possibility, we will not engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese!
The above point is a consensus among all the time travelers in the team.

The reason is simple. As long as enough bullets are consumed, combat skills such as marksmanship can quickly form muscle memory and you can have decent marksmanship.

Coupled with the advantages of automatic weapons such as light machine guns and submachine guns, they were fully capable of fighting against the Japanese and even gaining some advantages.

But hand-to-hand combat is different; there's no need for long hours of practice.

I really can't beat the Japanese devils from the Type A Division who have been fighting hard for many years and have mastered bayonet techniques.

To this end, Hu Biao and his men equipped themselves with shotguns, self-defense pistols and other secondary weapons in order to avoid hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese.

Isn’t there an old saying that goes: A gun is faster than a gun at seven steps away, and it is both accurate and fast within seven steps.

Unfortunately, on a battlefield with various emergencies, even if the time travelers have made all possible preparations, they still cannot avoid hand-to-hand combat.

No! In today's night raid.

The death squad led by Xufeng and Van Gogh broke into Wenchang Pavilion from three different directions. This was the key point they had to capture tonight.

Xufeng brought a dozen brothers with him and rushed in by blasting a hole in the east wall after the battle started.

In the fierce fighting along the way, half of them were killed in a short time.

Fortunately, at this time, the main hall of Wenchang Pavilion had already appeared in front of them; as long as they took down the largest hall, this key point would basically be taken back by them.

After shooting a Japanese soldier into a sieve, Xu Feng looked down at the MG34 general-purpose machine gun in his hand and found that the original 50-round ammunition belt now only had three or four bullets left. He was too lazy to change it and had no time to do so.

After throwing it away, he pulled out a shotgun hanging on his left waist and held it in his hand.

He continued to move forward, originally planning to rush to the door of the hall, pick up this thing and immediately fire dense shotgun shells at the Japanese soldiers entrenched inside.

But after rushing up the high steps outside the hall and seeing the situation inside, he immediately blurted out "Oh shit".

Because in the rather spacious hall, a fierce hand-to-hand combat was going on.

Van Gogh and his group, who had rushed into the hall earlier than him, were already holding bayonets or waving swords, fighting with the Japanese.

The personnel of both sides had been entangled with each other for a long time. Not to mention firing a shotgun, which is a range weapon, even if they pulled out a pistol to fire, there is a great chance of accidentally injuring one's own personnel.

But at this moment in the hall, there were at least thirty Japanese devils, more than twice the number of Van Gogh and others.

With few people and weak power, Van Gogh and others are now at a disadvantage.

In the short time that Xufeng rushed up, he saw two of his brothers being stabbed in multiple places by the besieged Japanese with multiple bayonets, and it was obvious that they were dying.

At some point, Van Gogh's thigh was stabbed by the Japanese.

Now, dragging one leg and clinging to a brother's back, each holding a rifle with a bayonet in their hands, they were surrounded by four Japanese soldiers. The situation was quite urgent...

What to do? Of course, I had to bite the bullet and go to help, joining the hand-to-hand combat.

Could it be that because he didn't want to fight the Japanese hand-to-hand, he just watched Van Gogh and his brothers being killed by the Japanese?

With the above thoughts in mind, Xufeng gritted his teeth, stepped over the high threshold of the hall, rushed in, and supported Van Gogh who was in an extremely dangerous situation.

The brothers who followed him in the battle also rushed towards several other battle groups that were in critical situations.

The four devils who were surrounding Van Gogh, upon hearing the movement behind them, immediately separated two of them and rushed towards Xufeng, one in front and one behind.

A Japanese soldier in front, holding a bayonet, suddenly stopped when he was three or four steps away from Xufeng.

He bent his left leg, stretched his right leg, took a leap forward, and then stabbed Xufeng's lower abdomen with a bayonet.

Although the Japanese's stabbing technique may seem simple, it has been developed into muscle memory through countless times of stabbing practice, and it is fast and sharp.

It has reached the point where even if an ordinary person sees this move, they may want to do something in their mind, but their body won't be able to react.

If it were the last time he traveled through time, Xu Feng knew that he would not be able to dodge this simple bayonet, and he would probably be stabbed to the ground.

But the last time he traveled through time, his physical fitness improved across the board.

More importantly, the persistent exercise during the one-month rest period has essentially transformed the physical fitness of this middle-aged greasy man.

In the hasty sideways movement, although his left waist felt cold, his attire was instantly cut and injured, but the wound should not be deep, and it did not hurt his kidney, which is the most important part of a man.

At the same time, he held the shotgun in his right hand and continued to charge at the Japanese.

He kept the muzzle of the gun close to the enemy's chest for about ten centimeters before pulling the trigger. Xufeng didn't believe that firing at such a close distance would accidentally injure his own brothers.
Of course not! The steel balls from a 12-gauge shotgun shell not only completely penetrated the chest of the unfortunate Japanese soldier, but also completely penetrated the chest of the unfortunate Japanese soldier.

The huge kinetic energy carried by the steel ball knocked the Japanese soldier's feet off the ground, and he flew backwards, knocking another Japanese soldier behind him to the ground.

With such great killing power, Xu Feng was so ecstatic that he didn't even care about the severe pain from the wound on his waist.

With a movement of his right wrist, the lever-action shotgun was loaded again; as he was about to take a step forward, he took the opportunity to shoot the other Japanese soldier who had been knocked over.

This time, he was even prepared to put the muzzle of the shotgun against the devil's face before pulling the trigger.

However, although Xufeng had a good idea, he had no chance to implement it; before he could take a step forward, he felt a sharp pain from behind, and a bayonet had already pierced his waist.

He turned around quickly and fired the shotgun in his right hand almost at the chest of the Japanese soldier behind him.

The Japanese soldier who had just attacked him was also knocked away again.

It was just that the bayonet that was stuck in his lower back, as the Japanese soldier was knocked away from his body, Xufeng felt that all the strength in his body was quickly draining away from the wound.

Damn! Could it be that even one of his kidneys was stabbed to pieces?
As his legs went soft, Xufeng fell to his knees, no longer having the strength to get up. He could only watch the Japanese soldier who was knocked over in front of him get up and rush towards him again with a bayonet.

At this critical moment, Xufeng was about to be stabbed to death by the Japanese in the next second.

A familiar figure rushed past him, and with a sweep of the big knife in his hand, he pushed away the Japanese bayonet; then the sharp blade swept along the rifle, and the Type 38 rifle fell to the ground.

Along with the rifle, most of the Japanese soldier's right hand and three fingers of his left hand also fell to the ground.

Under such severe pain, the Japanese soldier could do nothing but scream; after a flash of sharp knife light, his throat was completely cut open.

This familiar figure was Warrant Officer Ren Dayong, who had a scar on his face and was recognized as the best swordsman among his brothers in the Northwest Army. He finally arrived at the critical moment.

After killing a Japanese soldier like a chicken, Ren Dayong shouted:

"Look, sirs! This is how our Northwest Army's broadswords and Eight Blades of Broken Edge are used."

As he spoke, this man full of fierceness had already taken the initiative to attack the Japanese who were fighting with Van Gogh.

The Japanese soldier immediately gave up Van Gogh and stabbed Ren Dayong fiercely with a bayonet; Ren Dayong dodged the bayonet with a simple step forward and change of position.

Then, without waiting for the Japanese to react, he chopped down from the side of the opponent's center gate with his big knife.

The blade was as fast and fierce as lightning. When it smashed the devil's face into pieces, Ren Dayong shouted a few words:
"Remember, this move is called the Frontal Cleaver."

In the following time, Ren Dayong used and called out moves such as 'turning the hand and swinging horizontally to cut the waist', 'taking advantage of the wind to sweep the autumn leaves', 'lifting the willows and slashing diagonally', and 'moving and changing the shape to thrust the knife'.

Frankly speaking, the way he used these moves in battle lacked the elegance and grace of martial arts dramas, and even looked a bit ugly, like a fight between two peasants.

However, the momentum contained in it and the lethality displayed are both astonishing.

Simple, direct, yet incredibly efficient.

After Ren Dayong used each of the Northwest Army's famous Eight Breaking Swords at least once or twice, he alone killed five Japanese soldiers. The process was as majestic as that of a god.

Adding the achievements of other brothers, at this time, there were still fifteen or sixteen Japanese devils surviving in Wenchang Temple, but they rarely fought to the death.

He screamed in fear and fled from here in a hurry.

The reason is probably that even though these devils are not afraid of death, they are afraid that their souls will not be able to enter the shrine after their heads are chopped off.

Seeing that the combat objective had been achieved, it was still necessary to establish a defense line to hold out until reinforcements from the rear arrived to take over the position. After rushing out of the hall, Van Gogh hurriedly called out to the remaining brothers who were about to chase them out and organized them to deploy defenses.

Xufeng used his rifle to support himself and stood up, wanting to express his gratitude to Ren Dayong who was now leaning against a pillar.

When I got closer, I found that this brother from the Northwest Army, who had powerful swordsmanship, had stopped breathing.

There were two obvious bullet holes in his chest. It turned out that he had been shot before rushing into the hall. With his last breath, he demonstrated to Xufeng and Fan Gao the true Eight Blades of the Northwest Army...

(End of this chapter)