The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 245: Not Taking a Step Back (I)

March 3, 29, 30: AM.

Hu Biao picked up the earthen bowl in his hand, which was said to be filled with Peigong wine, a famous local liquor, and whispered, "Drink this bowl of wine! Then follow me to retake the position we lost during the day."

After saying this, he drank at least half a pound of wine in the bowl.

This kind of Peigong wine brewed in the traditional way has an alcohol content of about 45 or 46 degrees, which is not too high for Hu Biao, who often drinks Erguotou.

But after drinking it all and smashing the earthen bowl in his hand, he felt a flame rushing to the top of his head; because in this bowl, he tasted the strong smell of blood of the Japanese and his own brothers.

However, the more than 200 members of the death squad standing in front of him did not drink the wine in their hands immediately.

The main one was one of the veterans of the Northwest Army, who looked at the thick handful of silver dollars in his hand.

These big dollars were naturally the rewards that Hu Biao and Hu Tuanzuo had just given them one by one. They were treated equally, regardless of whether they were from the Subei Independent Regiment or the brothers of the 131st Division of the Northwest Army.

After thinking of something in his mind, he loosened his grip and let the oceans fall to the ground with a "ding-dong" sound, making an extremely crisp impact sound.

When Hu Biao looked over in surprise, the old soldier said lightly:

"Commander Hu, we don't even want our lives anymore, so what do we need these dollars for? It would be better to keep this money and wait until the victory of the Anti-Japanese War to erect a monument for us here."

It was obvious that this was an excellent suggestion and it really touched the hearts of the other members of the suicide squad.

In the following time, the sound of "ding-ding-dang-dang" filled the air, and everyone threw the ocean money they had just received, which was not yet warm, on the ground without any reluctance.

In an instant, tens of thousands of white dollars spread out on the ground.

Under such circumstances, they picked up the earthen bowls in their hands and drank the Peigong wine clean.

Seeing this, Hu Biao didn't say much, but whispered "Let's go"; then, a group of more than 200 people, under the moonlight, split up and headed towards the various starting positions on the front line.

Even though this was the second time he had led a night raid, perhaps it was because even the female soldiers had to participate tonight, and a group of brothers didn't even want any reward money, which was the significance of it.

Hu Biao and the others, one by one, felt a mysterious fire in their hearts, as if it was about to burn their souls...

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At 1:03, looking at the pale light of a flare.

Two Northwest Army brothers who had just jumped out of hiding had only rushed five or six steps when they were knocked to the ground by the machine gun on a Type 95 light tank.

And the 37mm gun suddenly stopped while rotating, and fired a shell with a "bang".

The next second, the Czech light machine gun that was suppressing the firepower of the Japanese infantry was knocked to the ground with both the gunner and the deputy gunner unknown whether they were dead or alive.

In an instant, Zanana got excited.

There's nothing we can do! After suffering a loss last night, the Japs' vigilance has increased significantly tonight.

Zanana didn't know the situation of the other suicide squads, but their group was discovered by the Japanese just after they launched the attack.

It was late at night and none of these Japanese soldiers had slept yet. They were all hiding on the defense line.

A moment later, they opened fire at full force in the darkness, especially with the addition of a Type 95 light tank. The fierce firepower suppressed them so much that they could not even raise their heads.

Zanana immediately threw out all the smoke bombs she was carrying and ordered people to rush forward to blow up the tanks.

As a result, in a short period of time, two groups of people died on the road. Among them, the person closest to the tank was killed only 20 meters away.

Based on the experience of last night's night attack, Zana knew that it would take at most seven or eight minutes for the Japanese reinforcements to arrive.

It also means that if we haven't taken this place by then, then tonight's night attack will have suffered a failure after many brothers died in vain.

More importantly, if this position is not recaptured, the situation of the defenders tomorrow will only become worse, and they may not be able to hold out until dark.

Zanana risked everything and ignored the idea of ​​living a few more lives and traveling through time a few more times to kill more Japanese devils.

After shouting "Cover me", he rushed forward and acted as a human bomb, desperately blowing up the Type 95 light tank to open a gap for his brothers.

Unfortunately, several members of tonight's death squad were former Teng County police officers. After spending time with them, they knew that their commander, who had a pretty face and a taller and stronger build than a man, had a fiery temper.

Before Zanana could finish her shout, four people on both sides rushed over.

They pressed the shoulders, held the hands, stretched the legs, and so on, all to stop Commander Zha's impulsive behavior; they were not all dead yet, so it was not Commander Zha's turn to blow up the tank himself.

The problem is that Hu Biao and others have a crush on Zanana, who has a female appearance but is actually an O'Neal. Can they completely suppress her?

Of course not! In a struggle, those old subordinates were thrown away by Zanana.

The whole process took no more than three to five seconds.

In just three or five seconds, a very familiar petite figure rushed out from hiding and rushed towards the Japanese tank.

Who else could it be other than the female soldier Ling Lanfang?

Seeing this, Zanana could only give up the idea of ​​rushing forward and shouted loudly: "Cover, cover with all your strength."

In fact, there was no need for Zanana to explain. After seeing this scene, the other members of the suicide squad threw grenades without caring about their own safety, raising a lot of dust.

Or you could fire at the Japanese as quickly as possible.

I hope that in this way, I can give Ling Lanfang, a female soldier, some opportunity and a chance of success.

I don’t know if it’s because the current emotions are too intense, but there seems to be some illusions in Zanana’s eyes.

Specifically: Under the dense rain of bullets from the Japanese, Ling Lanfang ran and dodged nimbly like a deer, making the bullets miss one by one, without even hitting a hair.

In the end, she rushed to the Japanese tank unharmed, pulled the fuse of the grenade on her body, and rushed straight up.

As she pounced on me, she even turned around and smiled at me.

Even as a girl, Zanana had to admit one thing: this was the most brilliant and moving smile she had ever seen, bar none...

"Kill, kill all these devils." After shouting this loudly, Zanana rushed out.

Behind her were dozens of suicide squad members who would rather die than let the Japanese have an easy time.

In the previous second, Ling Lanfang's self-detonation caused a huge explosion, which not only blew up the Japanese tank, but also caused great panic in the Japanese position.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zanana and others finally rushed forward and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese.

There were no hand-to-hand combat skills, only increasingly terrifying strength and fighting style under endless rage.

Zanana transformed into a humanoid female Tyrannosaurus, holding a Type 38 rifle in her left hand and a Type 96 light machine gun in her right hand.

Facing the Japanese bayonets, he relied on his better physical strength and padded his chest and abdomen with two oversized DIY bulletproof plates, and simply ignored them.

Like playing whack-a-mole, he madly attacked the Japanese soldier who was two or three heads shorter than him.

Soon, although the buttstocks of rifles and light machine guns were smashed, six or seven Japanese soldiers with severely deformed helmets and collapsed skulls died in her hands.

Seeing how terrifying this woman was, a Japanese second lieutenant raised a samurai sword high, shouted like a pig being slaughtered, and rushed over.

After rushing closer, he didn't wait for his samurai sword to swing down.

Zanana's right leg, which was as long as his neck and as thick as his waist, kicked out like lightning and hit the Japanese soldier in the chest.

Amidst the sound of numerous broken ribs, the Japanese second lieutenant flew backwards.

The broken ribs pierced into his internal organs and he died before he hit the ground.

However, facing such a scene, Zanana did not feel relieved at all.

Because Ling Lanfang, this ancestor who was unknown in later generations, not remembered by many, but had an incomparably noble soul, ultimately died in battle at the prime of his life...

(End of this chapter)