The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 265 Capturing the Flag (Part 4)

When Mr. Nanze's shout of "Quickly think of a solution!" reached the ears of the other transmigrators.

The silent one among them, Lao Yu, the newbie, immediately roared, "You gap-toothed bastard, you've beaten us to this point, what can I do?"

In Lao Yu's voice, there was not only an indescribable anxiety, but also an unusually large number of words spoken at once.

Even the unique dialect word "gunsun" from the Xuzhou area couldn't help but slip out for a moment.

The reason for this was that this local native, who had traveled from 87 years in the future, was now extremely anxious and frustrated.

On one hand, his left thigh had just been stabbed through by a Japanese soldier, and even if that Japanese soldier were stabbed in the stomach by him a second later.

But the excruciating pain of having his thigh pierced was so intense that he almost bit his back teeth to pieces.

On the other hand, what really angered him was that he was prepared to die in battle on his homeland, and he didn't really care that the Japanese had pierced his thigh.

After all, if we travel back in time, this thing can be perfectly restored.

Even at this moment, Lao Yu wouldn't mind turning into a human bomb, blowing himself to pieces while blasting a passage to the top of the mound for everyone.

The key issue is that, as the fighting continues, the personnel from both sides are now entangled together.

If he were to pull the pin on the wooden-handled grenade he was carrying, he would not only kill many Japanese soldiers, but also many of his own comrades.

Although continuing the fight would likely result in these brothers dying in the next battle, he still couldn't convince himself to indiscriminately blow them all up.

After cursing, Lao Yu pulled the bayonet out of the Japanese soldier's abdomen.

The Japanese soldier immediately collapsed to the ground like a deflated inflatable doll.

Unfortunately, even after killing one Japanese soldier, the number of Japanese soldiers around him and along the way to the top of the hill still seemed endless.

The thought that so many people had already died, and that the operation to capture the flag was about to fail was all too real.

The anger in Lao Yu's heart was about to ignite at this moment, which is why he couldn't help but utter the first sentence.

In this situation, after taking a deep breath, Lao Yu, holding his blood-stained bayonet, prepared to find the next Japanese soldier to continue the fight.

Anyway, I was determined to keep charging forward, and that would be the end of it when the Japanese stabbed me to death.

Without realizing it, he saw Akashiba Yaezo, who had just killed a farmer with a pitchfork with a single blow, only seven or eight steps away.

To be honest, this was definitely the first time Lao Yu had ever seen Akashiba Yaezo, but in an instant, he felt as if he had been electrocuted and was given a huge jolt.

At the same time, an incredibly strong and unwavering intuition arose within me:
This Japanese colonel was the commander of the 10th Infantry Regiment.

He was the main culprit who led the Japanese troops in battle in Teng County, which resulted in the deaths of Commander Wang, thousands of Sichuan soldiers, and the people of Teng County.

Later, in Taierzhuang, he commanded the Japanese soldiers in a bitter battle for many days, and was the culprit whose hands were stained with the blood of countless Northwest Army soldiers and brothers of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment.

Immediately, apart from this one Japanese colonel, Old Yu could no longer see anyone else.

Only one thought remained in his mind: Kill him! Kill this Japanese colonel. Even if I die, it doesn't matter. But he must die in Xuzhou, he must be buried on this land to atone for his crimes.

At that moment, Akashiba Yaezo also happened to look in their direction.

The moment their eyes met, it felt like eternity—no, it meant they were both determined to kill each other today.

Strangely enough, apart from the young master who was captured and the novice who secretly escaped, Colonel Akashiba Yaezo had never met any other time travelers, and naturally, he had never met Lao Yu either.

But upon seeing Lao Yu, he immediately had a firm intuition:

That person wasn't Hu Biao, but he must have been one of Hu Biao's most important partners.

Hu Biao and the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment were able to drive themselves to their current dire situation; his lifelong nemesis, known as the Tiger of Shanghai, was naturally a man of extraordinary talent and ability.

However, it cannot be denied that his companions also played a crucial role. Therefore, if Akashiba Yaezo was destined to die here, since he couldn't drag Hu Biao down with him, it wouldn't be bad to kill Hu Biao's companion before he died.

Therefore, in his eyes, there was no room for anyone else.

With these shared thoughts, the two managed to leave their rivals behind.

Akashiba Yaezo carried a family heirloom samurai sword, while the taciturn Lao Yu held a bloodstained bayonet and dragged a pierced leg along with him. They approached each other.

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When Mr. Nanze's shout of "Quickly think of a solution!" reached the ears of both Hu Biao and Van Gogh.

Like Lao Yu, the two of them felt a great sense of helplessness, thinking that this flag-capturing operation would suffer heavy losses and then immediately fail.

The only difference is that neither of them, like Lao Yu, made eye contact with a high-ranking Japanese officer.

Even among this group of Japanese soldiers on the mound, there was actually a big fish whose rank was one level higher than Colonel Akashiba Yaezo:

Kei Seya, the major general and brigade commander of the Seya Detachment.

But at this crucial moment, Zanana, the wizard, and Mo Shuiyan finally arrived, successfully delaying the Japanese from lighting the regimental flag.

However, for a more specific situation, we need to go back two or three minutes to explain it clearly...

With a thud, the cripple, Mo Shuiyan, slammed his head against the metal plate of the carriage. Then, with an extremely frustrated tone, he cursed, "Damn it!"

The reason this cultured man lost his composure and uttered such a vulgarity was not because of the head injury he had just suffered, which caused him a sharp pain and made his head feel like it was filled with stars.

The root cause was that after the three trucks sped along, there was no road ahead.

However, the impact force of the truck, along with the firepower of the multiple light and heavy machine guns mounted on it, was far too crucial for quickly breaking through the Japanese blockade.

So, under their frantic urging, the three drivers gritted their teeth and suddenly turned the steering wheel, causing the truck to veer off the road and into the wide wheat field beside the road.

This is also the main reason why Mo Shuiyan lost her grip during the violent jolts and was hit hard on the head.

Unfortunately, the truck, which had become even heavier after their modifications, only managed to travel seven or eight meters through the wheat field.

The tires left several deep tracks on the ground and remained stuck in place, completely motionless.

Even if the driver is in a hurry and almost steps on the gas, it has no effect whatsoever.

Instead, amidst a cloud of black smoke and a strong smell of burning tires, the truck stalled.

Just as the wizard and Mo Shuiyan were getting anxious, a loud voice rang out: "What are you all standing there for? Rush over and help! Are you going to just sit here and watch?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and saw that Zanana had kicked the passenger door open.

After jumping out of the vehicle, carrying a light machine gun, he charged towards the mound at top speed.

Seeing this, the two realized that even if they were just simple-minded people rushing over, it would be better than worrying here.

However, before jumping off the train, Mo Shuiyan suddenly remembered something and gave an order to the others in the train:
"Bring our DIY mortar launcher and all the shells."

The next second, another bad news reached his ears: "Commander Mo, when we rushed over just now, we had already used up our last few mortar shells."

Without shells, wouldn't the tactic that Mo Shuiyan just came up with be over before it even began?

Fortunately, after quickly scanning the area, Mo Shuiyan spotted two usable Japanese Type 89 grenade launchers in the corner of the carriage.
This thing isn't very good, but it'll do for now.

He immediately shouted again, "Then bring the grenade launchers and the Japanese grenades, quick, quick, quick!"

As he spoke, he swiftly grabbed a grenade launcher with his free right hand and jumped off the train; the others, a second or two slower, followed suit one by one.

Only Robert Capa, the foreign journalist hiding in the corner of the carriage, hesitated for a moment before jumping off the train with his camera...

(End of this chapter)