The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 248 That Year, I Followed Commander Hu to Fight the Japanese (Part )

For some unknown reason, the department where intern Xiao Wang works tonight did not transfer patients from the emergency room for hospitalization as usual.

Then the patient screamed and his family members ran around in a hurry, making the whole floor noisy.

But this is also a good thing, as it allows the story of the centenarian veteran to continue undisturbed, vividly depicting every scene of the bloody battle 87 years ago.

…It was a little after 7 in the morning, and I was having breakfast.

Commander Xufeng asked the veteran to give each of us a white flour steamed bun, although the last time we ate a white flour steamed bun was two months ago.

But he thought of Xie Daya and a few of his acquaintances who were dug out from the pile of dirt and broken bricks not long ago.

The sight of that guy bleeding from his mouth and nose, not knowing whether he was suffocated or killed by shock, was unbearable for us new recruits.

Just at this moment, someone shouted "The Japs are coming!" I shuddered and the steamed bun in my hand fell to the ground in fright.

Before I could pick it up, an old soldier running with a gun in hand stepped on it with his feet wearing the Japanese's big-toed shoes.

Not only was it crushed, but it was also covered in mud, sand, and blood, making it impossible to eat. All he could do was squat behind a pile of bricks with the Hanyang-made rifle in his hand amid the officer's shouts.

That was the first time I saw the Japanese in my life, and they were indeed all short guys.

I'm afraid that even if he stood up straight, he would not be as tall as the rifle with a bayonet in his hand.

But although these devils were short, they were much stronger than us, and their faces looked fierce; more importantly, they were followed by an iron tortoise.

The barrel of the iron turtle gun was raised, the barrel of the machine gun was extended a little, and the thick iron shoes were turning on the ground with a "creaking" sound. The movement looked scary and powerful.

I held the Hanyang rifle tightly in my hand, but I had no idea how powerful it was.

Because at that time, I couldn't help but think about one thing:
"Bullets won't penetrate this thing's shell, and grenades can't be thrown that far. When it starts firing guns and cannons at us, what are we going to do?"

At this moment, Commander Van Gogh lowered his voice and issued an order:
"Everyone, pay attention! Once we destroy the enemy tanks, immediately throw a grenade and then launch a counterattack."

As they were talking, he and Commander Xufeng each picked up one of the strange thick tubes with handles that we new recruits had brought with us this morning.

Some small mortar shells were stuffed into the front position.

It was only later that I learned that this was an anti-tank weapon that the two commanders, Wizard and Mo Shuiyan, had worked on all night with the students.

The principle is simple to explain, similar to the PIAT anti-tank grenade launcher used by the foreigners.

It relies on a large spring to launch the 60mm mortar. The mortar has an impact fuse, so it explodes when it hits the tank.

As for why they didn’t make the rocket launchers we have today, is it because they didn’t know how?
Commander Mo and Commander Wu are very capable, I think they will definitely do it; it must be because of the lack of materials and some other reasons I don’t know, so they made these things.

Fortunately, the weapons in the hands of Van Gogh and Commander Xufeng are enough to defeat the Japanese iron turtle.

The Japanese Iron Turtle drove to our position, stopped about fifty steps away, and started shooting and firing at us; our bullets were like tickling, with no effect at all.

While we were being beaten down by the Iron Turtle's firepower and could hardly raise our heads.

The Japanese infantry began to attack at a trot. They did not rush forward all at once, but instead rushed forward in groups of several, stopping from time to time to fire their guns and charging with their backs bent.

At the rear, there is cover from light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.

Especially those grenade launchers, which look inconspicuous but are quite accurate.

We had a Czech light machine gun, and before we had even fired a single magazine, the gunner and deputy gunner were knocked out as if they were being called out.

Not long after, the front line of the seventy or eighty attacking Japanese soldiers rushed to our position, only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight meters away.

Before we could pick up the wooden-handled grenades and throw them at the devils, the two officers finally took action. They raised the thick barrels in their hands high, pulled the trigger, and two shells immediately drew large arcs in the air and fell towards the devil's iron turtles.

The first shot missed by seven or eight meters and didn't hit anything.

But the next shot, while the operator, Commander Xufeng, was stunned, coincidentally landed on the Iron Turtle.

Then an extremely terrifying explosion occurred from inside the Iron Turtle. The huge shock wave swept the wreckage and debris of the tank and hit the surroundings.

It is estimated that the shells were detonated by coincidence.

Two Japanese light machine gun teams and one grenade launcher team were knocked down instantly even though they were twenty meters away.

Also knocked down at the same time were the last ten or so Japanese soldiers among the group that rushed up; it can be said that these Japanese soldiers were stunned by the explosion in an instant.

As soon as the Japanese Iron Turtle's explosion sounded, Commander Van Gogh also shouted "Throw, charge".

We immediately threw a grenade and rushed forward; we rushed towards the Japanese soldiers who were only about forty left after being blown up by the grenade again.

At that time, there were about 170 or 180 of us, so we could fight four against one.

I never thought that these devils were so ferocious. They did not retreat when faced with so many of us rushing towards them. Instead, they came forward with bayonets in hand.

The three of us followed a brother from the Northwest Army and attacked a Japanese soldier holding a saber.

That Northwest Army brother just rushed a little faster, and the Japanese quickly cut open his lower abdomen with a knife. By the time we rushed in front of the Japanese, he had already fallen to the ground.

The man didn't die immediately, but his intestines were flowing out and the brother couldn't stuff them back in no matter how hard he tried.

After seeing this scene, a farmer named "Hua Ming" nearby was frightened and dropped his rifle and ran away.

To be honest, I was so scared that my legs went weak, but I still bravely shot him.

It missed and was pushed away by the Japanese soldier with his knife.

Before he could swing his knife at me, another brother also stabbed out, but still missed; but the Japanese soldier instinctively took a step back, his heel tripped on a brick, and he lost his balance and fell headfirst.

I didn't think much about it at the time and took the opportunity to stab him in the stomach.

After seeing the blood, I didn't know what happened. I stabbed the Japanese soldier with my bayonet like a madman, one stab, two stabs. When I was pulled back, I found that the Japanese soldier's chest and abdomen had been stabbed to pieces.

The person who grabbed me was Commander Xufeng. At this time, the battle was already over.

"What's your name, kid? How old are you this year? Which squad are you from in the fifth company?" Commander Xufeng looked at me and asked this question.

I quickly answered, "Sir, my name is Pan Yufeng. I just turned eighteen and two months old. I'm in the second squad of the fifth company."

"You are quite ruthless and you are a good fighter. Wasn't your second squad leader killed in the explosion? Now you are the second squad leader of the fifth company." Commander Xufeng said.

Just like that, I became a squad leader the second day after joining the army.

Unfortunately, there were only five people left in the second squad of the fifth company, including me. Two of them were killed when the Japanese fired artillery, and three more were lost in the battle just now.

It means that before this morning even passed, half of the people in Class 2 were dead.

In fact, only two people from Class 2 were killed in the battle just now, but the farmer Hua Ming had just turned around and ran a dozen steps when he was knocked to the ground by the butt of his rifle by Commander Van Gogh.

After the war, Hua Ming was shot in the head in front of us new recruits.

After putting away the pistol in his hand, Commander Van Gogh shouted, "Clerk, please make a note that this brother died bravely in battle..."

(End of this chapter)