The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 246: Not Taking a Step Back (Part 410) [Additional Chapter for the Color Shadow Master]

In fact, in the suicide squad's night raid tonight, it was not only the group led by Zanana who encountered the situation where the Japanese were extremely vigilant and it was extremely difficult to fight them.

To be more precise, after suffering a loss the night before.

The Japanese soldiers guarding the position tonight not only received strict orders from their commander, Colonel Yaezō Akashiba, to be extremely alert at night, but also to avoid being ambushed.

All personnel also took "marching pills", a stimulating drug.

Therefore, during the suicide squad's operation tonight, they were bound to encounter a group of vigilant and energetic Japanese soldiers. The battle would be much more difficult than last night...

At the same time, Zanana and others were suppressed by the powerful firepower of a Type 95 light tank and could not raise their heads.

A similar situation was unfolding on another battlefield not far from them.

"Erpang, what should we do now?" Lao Yu shouted at Huang Yizi, who was not far away from him, in a depressed and nervous voice.

After shouting, he felt something was wrong and ignored the uneven bricks and tiles on the ground in front of him.

With a strong leap, he let his body fall flat on his face, and protected his head tightly with both hands.

Just as he lay down on the ground, his whole body aching from the bricks and tiles under him, the low wall where he was hiding exploded and collapsed.

That was the Japanese tank gun, firing at the low wall.

Suddenly, in the explosion, a large amount of bricks, tiles and mud collapsed on him, burying him completely.

Although he was not buried very deep, Lao Yu quickly crawled up from the ground. Apart from the pain all over his body, he had no other injuries, but he felt more and more anxious.

Why? Their situation was the same as Zanana's. After launching the attack, they were unfortunately discovered by the Japanese on the position, and then they were suppressed by the dense firepower and could not get close at all.

The difference is that Huang Yi soon discovered an opportunity.

An opportunity to kill their biggest threat, a Type 95 light tank, without having to rush forward with a bomb in his arms.

After discovering the opportunity, it is too late to make detailed plans.

He leaned out and suddenly faced the Japanese in front of him, firing a volley of bullets from his Jin-made Thompson submachine gun, slightly suppressing the firepower.

He immediately rushed to Lao Yu who had just gotten up and said hurriedly:
"Meng Hulu, do you see that half-collapsed wooden house at 9 o'clock? I'll bring a small group to help you draw the Japanese fire, and you can take more people and carefully sneak there under the cover of the ruins.

Use the Mauser G98 rifle and K-type bullets to shoot down the crew members in the tank.

At the same time, the others immediately charged forward and launched a flank attack on the Japanese.

That's right! The batch of K-type bullets that Uncle Bo brought with him when he traveled through time and space this time have still not been used up.

Although there are not many left, Lao Yu still has about ten or so bullets on him.

In addition, after the wizard stayed outside the village to process DIY equipment, he gave the Mauser G98 rifle that he had been carrying on his back to Lao Yu for use.

In this way, the environment of this small battlefield is more suitable.

There is a certain probability that the tactics proposed by Huang Yizi will be achieved.

The only problem was that Huang Yizi, leading a small group of suicide squad members, had to fight fiercely enough, even at great sacrifice, to attract all the attention of the Japanese.

Otherwise, as long as the Japanese on the position discovered the traces of Lao Yu and others in advance and took precautions, all their efforts would be in vain.

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Frankly speaking, the plan proposed by Huang Yizhi has a low probability of success.

But who can blame him for not having any better solution at the moment?

Old Yu gritted his teeth and gestured to the thirty or so brothers, who then quietly took advantage of the cover of the ruins and moved towards the half-collapsed wooden house.

Huang Yizi, who stayed where he was, took the remaining fifteen or sixteen people with him and completely ignored the consumption of ammunition.

There was also a huge threat from dense bullets and even artillery shells, so they desperately fired at the Japanese in front of them, hoping to create enough firepower with limited manpower.

So some scenes and results appeared naturally. For example, in their hands, the Czech light machine gun, which was definitely the most powerful, would only fire one magazine at most in normal combat and would immediately have to move to another position.

In order to avoid being captured by the Japanese and shot down with concentrated firepower.

But in order to attract the enemy's attention as much as possible, after firing a magazine, the machine gunner hesitated for half a second and shouted:
"Quick, change the magazine."

After hearing this, the assistant gunner instinctively wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and helped change a magazine as quickly as possible.

As it turned out, both of their hesitations were quite reasonable.

The new 20-round magazine was used up in a very short time. The main shooter opened his mouth but didn't have time to say anything.
The Japanese used a grenade launcher to fire a fragmentation grenade from a distance, which landed three or four meters in front of them.

Without a sound, the main shooter and the deputy shooter were killed by the flying shrapnel.

But after five or six seconds at most, the light machine gun roared again; bullets hit the hull of the Type 95 light tank, sparks flying in the night.

It was Huang Yizi who was not far away. He rushed forward at the first moment, replaced the magazine of the Czech light machine gun and opened fire.

Thanks to the remaining personnel who opened fire regardless of personal casualties, their firepower was even stronger for a while; the Japanese did not notice the attackers in the opposite position, and their number had actually been reduced by half.

But soon after, Huang Yizi, who was busy changing the magazine, felt shot in the chest. It was a 7.7mm caliber vehicle-mounted machine gun. He was hit three or four times in the blink of an eye.

It hurts so much! This was Huang Yizhi’s first reaction at that time.

Even though he had a DIY bulletproof plate protecting his chest and abdomen, Erpang was in so much pain that tears came out and his face was distorted with agony.

Here’s a little piece of knowledge: fat people are actually more afraid of pain.

If we use science to explain it, obesity may lead to enhanced inflammatory response in adipose tissue and increased sensitivity of nerve fibers, thereby affecting pain perception.

Then, Huang Yizi’s second reaction was: We cannot cease fire, otherwise the Japanese will discover the whereabouts of Menhulu and others, and all these injuries and pains will be in vain.

With such a unique cognition and mentality, Huang Yizi gritted his teeth, changed the magazine, and continued to fire the Czech light machine gun.

In the following time, he kept feeling bullets and flying shrapnel piercing his body.

The increasing intense pain and rapid blood loss made Huang Yizi feel a little dazed. Only one last thought remained in his mind:
You idiot, hurry up, I'm in so much pain.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe three or five minutes, maybe only one or two minutes.

Huang Yizi finally heard a burst of dense gunfire at 9 o'clock; there was no doubt that it was Lao Yu and others who finally managed to maneuver to the designated position and suddenly launched an attack on the Japanese.

It was these movements that made him relax and his body tilt, and his body weighing more than 200 pounds leaned on a broken water tank behind him.

After just a few breaths, he stopped breathing.

Perhaps he thought before he died, 'Finally, it doesn't hurt so much anymore', and his face, which was originally distorted by pain, relaxed and solidified into a relaxed smile.

If you didn't look at his chest and abdomen which were almost shattered, people might mistakenly think he was just asleep.

I was still dreaming, the kind of sleep that seemed to involve eating a big meal.

Ten minutes later, Uncle Sam, a reporter who had followed the troops who had taken over the position, was deeply shocked and quickly took a picture of the scene after the Fatty Er died in battle...

Three hours later, Chen Tang, who not only had gauze wrapped around his neck but also had his left thumb missing, handed Hu Biao a latest statistical report.

A report shows that only 51 members of the suicide squad came back alive, including Huang Yizi who died in battle.

We only recaptured four of the six positions, and the Japanese defenses are expected to be tighter tomorrow night, making it even more difficult to fight.

After a quick review, Hu Biao gave an order: "Tell the brothers to cancel the death squad tomorrow night. We should not think about taking back the positions lost during the day by relying on a night attack.

In order to avoid being driven out of Taierzhuang, everyone should prepare for a fight to the death. We will not retreat a single step tomorrow..."

(End of this chapter)