The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 253 The Last Day (Part )
"Nanfeng! I order you to lead a squad and a light machine gun to form a supervisory team behind the position. If anyone retreats, open fire immediately and kill without mercy."

With a murderous tone and a serious leak in his voice, Mr. Nan Ze issued such an order.

After hesitating for half a second, Nanfeng suppressed the thought in his mind that "the brothers are all good, there should be no need for a supervision team" and decided to carry out the order.

While standing at attention and saluting, he uttered the word "yes".

Then, Nan Feng waved and called out to the group of people behind him: "Everyone in Group 1, follow me."

In the following time, he took eight soldiers and a Czech light machine gun and rushed towards a land temple that survived the artillery fire not far away.

I didn't even notice it was right behind me.

His great Mr. Sun Nanze was looking at his back with an extremely complicated look, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear:
"Goodbye, old man. Please take care of yourself from now on!"

The reason why Huoyazi, the novice Mr. Nan Ze who just traveled through time, had the above commands and strange reactions is simple to explain.

After the veteran time traveler Chen Tang died in battle, Hu Biao ordered Mr. Nan Ze and Nan Feng to bring a platoon to support him and take over the command here.

The two of them, along with about thirty people, rushed all the way to a position about fifty or sixty meters away from the position that Chen Tang had previously been in charge of.

Mr. Nan Ze couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the situation on the battlefield from afar.

I saw that in the morning, there were more than 200 people defending the position, but now there are only 80 people left.

The front of the position was littered with shit-yellow corpses of Japanese soldiers, and even the wreckage of five newly added tanks, which showed how crazy the Japanese soldiers' attack on this side was.

At the same time, I also realized a fact:
It's over! He's probably going to die here today.

The problem is that it's okay for him to die, and he can be resurrected in the modern plane after death, but old man Nanfeng cannot die; if something happens to the old man, according to that time paradox, the entire Nan family in the modern plane may be gone.

So he gave the order at the beginning to his old man.

He hoped to put the old man in less danger and help him survive in the end; he believed that even the commander who was doomed to die would understand this.

After silently saying "take care" to the old man, Mr. Nan Ze decisively turned around and rushed to the position with the remaining twenty or so people.

The moment I rushed to the position, I had completely adjusted my mood.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, please pay attention. I am Nan Ze, the captain and deputy commander of the 3rd Battalion of the Subei Independent Regiment. According to the latest order from Commander Hu, I will now take over the command of this position.

Squad leaders and officers of higher ranks must immediately step out and help me count personnel, weapons, and ammunition reserves, and reinforce the position..."

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A little after three in the afternoon, Nanfeng lay down in a shallow pit that had been hastily dug out and was barely big enough for him to fit into.

Holding a Jin-made Thompson submachine gun in his hand, he fired wildly at the Japanese soldiers who were less than 20 meters away, and used up the -round magazine in a very short time.

Logically speaking, he needs to be transferred immediately.

Otherwise, the Japanese machine gun bullets, or sharpshooters, grenade launchers, etc. might come over and destroy the relatively threatening firepower points on his position.

But Mr. Nan Ze simply lowered his head out of instinct for danger.

After dodging the splatter caused by the explosion of a melon grenade that was launched only three or four meters in front of him, he replaced the magazine with a new one.

He raised his gun and started shooting again.

The purpose of doing this is to unleash the strongest firepower density in the shortest possible time and suppress the momentum of the Japanese charge.

There was no way! He didn't know that this was the devil's nth attack today.

But it can be known that since he arrived here at around eleven o'clock, more than three hours have passed. This is the fourth time he has faced the Japanese attack.

And every time the Japanese attacked, they deployed more than twice the number of troops in the position to launch a crazy attack.

Their firepower in terms of light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, etc. also far exceeded theirs.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Chen Tang risked his life to destroy three of the Japanese tanks, which were the last of the Japanese; the subsequent attack was all infantry, without any tanks involved.

Otherwise, their position would have been destroyed long ago.

However, even so, there are only about fifty defenders left on the position. The core firepower such as light and heavy machine guns have been greatly damaged, so that the defensive firepower has been greatly reduced.

Facing the enemy's attack, they felt increasingly exhausted. In a very short time, Nan Ze emptied six or seven magazines in a row, and the group of enemy soldiers at the front also rushed to within 40 meters of the position.

The Japanese only need to advance another ten meters and throw a wave of grenades.

They can take advantage of the aftermath of the explosion and rush to the position in one go.

Seeing this, Mr. Nan Ze, who had just replaced the magazine, quickly pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, he only managed to knock one person down before he felt a pain in his left shoulder. He was hit by the suppressing fire of the Japanese light machine gun.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Nanfeng shouted: "Mortar, shoot down the light machine gun at 2 o'clock."

In fact, the so-called mortar is a 60mm shell fired by a DIY anti-tank grenade launcher; however, the effect of the two is the same when fired at close range.

Unfortunately, a second later, he heard a voice in his ear: "Commander Nan Ze, we have no more shells."

Hearing this, Mr. Ze almost fainted.

What was even more terrible was that he didn't know what went wrong with the Jin-made Thompson in his hand. It jammed after he fired five or six bullets.

Seeing the Japanese getting closer and closer, Mr. Nan Ze had no time to deal with the jamming problem of his submachine gun.

He threw away his submachine gun, picked up a grenade nearby, and shouted, "Grenade."

After throwing thirty or forty grenades and hand grenades outside the position, he uttered a new order: "Fix bayonets, charge."

Afterwards, he led the charge out of the position, a large sword in hand, followed by dozens of brothers with determined faces...

Two minutes later, Mr. Nan Ze knew that his journey through time and space was about to end. Even though he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

To be more specific, he was now being pinned down by a Japanese soldier, his neck being tightly grasped by the other's hands, and he was already experiencing severe difficulty breathing.

Of course, he also grabbed the other's neck with both hands, and the Japanese's face turned a little blue.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be a big deal. It's still unknown who will strangle whom.

The problem was that he was having difficulty breathing, and Mr. Nan Ze saw with his eyes almost popping out that a Japanese lieutenant rushed up with a samurai sword, thinking he could kill him with one blow.

Instinctively, Nan Ze loosened his right hand that was pinching the Japanese soldier's neck and was about to pull out the fuse of a glorious bullet from his waist.

The main point is that it doesn’t matter if I die, so don’t even think about it.

He never expected that the Japanese soldier was also cunning. He also released one hand and grabbed his right hand, thus eliminating Mr. Nan Ze's idea of ​​taking the two Japanese soldiers with him before he died.

Just when he was in despair, a figure rushed up, waving a big knife and fighting with the Japanese lieutenant, saving his life.

However, Mr. Nan Ze would rather be hacked to death by the Japanese lieutenant.

Because the person who rushed up was Nanfeng, his old man who had been studying before and whose hands were not as strong as his.

The old man swung his sword and chopped randomly, with no pattern at all; if there must be any pattern, it was that he was fighting with all his might, chopping the Japs with all his might.

Under Mr. Nan Ze's horrified eyes, the old man's waist was deeply cut by a knife, and the Japanese lieutenant's neck was also cut in half. In the end, both of them fell to the ground at the same time.

So, after he came here, he was always thinking about protecting the old man, but he never did it.

Instead, at the most critical moment, he was saved by the old man? He was a burden.

This realization almost drove Mr. Nan Ze crazy; under such stimulation, he burst out with even greater strength, twisted his waist, and knocked the Japanese soldier who was pressing on him to the ground.

After getting on the horse, he strangled the Japanese soldier's neck with both hands again until the Japanese soldier who was also strangling his neck loosened his hands and was strangled to death.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers on the position were also evacuating in a hurry.

It all happened because more than twenty planes appeared in the sky at some point. The National Army had very few planes left and very few were dispatched.

After they appeared, the Japanese, who were rarely attacked by air, immediately panicked. Not only did they not have the courage to continue fighting, but they also suffered huge casualties.

But Nan Ze didn't care about these things. He covered the horrible wound on the old man's waist with a dirty towel.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Medic, help me..."

(End of this chapter)