The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 316 Guerrilla Warfare (Part 3) [Bonus Chapter 710 for the Emergence of the Erotic Photographer]

...During that long war, I saw many people whose physical condition was clearly unsuitable for combat, yet they still took up arms and fought against the Japanese invaders.

This inappropriateness refers to people with disabilities, relatively frail women, or even those who are nearsighted.

But after a while, I stopped worrying about it.

Because in this terrible era, facing those invaders, the most important thing is whether the blood of the sons and daughters of this nation has cooled and whether they are willing to stand up and fight.

Compared to that, everything else becomes insignificant...

...Excerpted from "Nonsense," a collection of diary entries that Hu Biao would only write down when he remembered something...

On December 3, a little after 12 p.m., in an unnamed ravine.

The novice from Henan, who had just transmigrated here, finally had a little time and free time to start eating a lunch that was already late:
A cornbread made from mixed grains, paired with a handful of snow that you can grab at will.

Even though Xiao Henan kept the steamed bun in his chest pocket to keep it warm, when he took it out, he found it was still frozen solid, as hard as a rock, the kind that could break a person's front teeth.

However, in the current low-temperature environment, the body needs to consume more food to avoid collapsing.

Therefore, Xiao Henan could only painstakingly nibble on a little bit of steamed bun, hold it in his mouth for a while to soften it a bit, and then swallow it with great effort.

Even so, Xiao Henan didn't even have a chance to finish his lunch of such a cold steamed bun.

More precisely, it was when he had only eaten half of a steamed bun that a soldier came running up, crouching low, and hurriedly reported:
"Deputy Battalion Commander, a group of Japanese soldiers has appeared about two miles to the southwest, probably a company."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Henan stuffed the remaining half of the steamed bun into his pocket and shouted, "Attention everyone, evacuate immediately!"

Under such an order, a company of soldiers in this mountain gully, their faces and hands covered in frostbite, immediately prepared to move quickly.

Although their numbers were not much fewer than the Japanese, they were no match for the Japanese in terms of combat strength.

The more crucial reason is that it is still broad daylight, and it is not windy or snowy weather, yet several Japanese planes have been circling overhead.

Once the war starts, the Japanese will fire signal flares, and they will come to join the battle.

Fighting the Japanese in the absence of adequate air defense, coupled with air raids, would have been a massive disaster.

However, after Xiao Henan hurriedly sent out the order, he noticed that the soldier who delivered the message had a clear expression of wanting to say something but holding back.

He immediately frowned and pressed for details: "What happened? Tell me everything else."

Faced with Xiao Henan's persistent questioning, the soldier said, "Deputy Battalion Commander, I feel that those Japanese soldiers may not be coming for us, but rather some are heading towards Black Crow Mountain."

In an instant, Xiao Henan understood why the other person's expression was so strange.

Black Crow Mountain is five miles away. In one of the more secluded caves, people from two surrounding villages, totaling about three hundred elderly, weak, women and children, are now hiding.

If they were discovered by the Japanese, given the Japanese's madness, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Xiao Henan thought of the villagers who had promised to rebuild their homes afterward, and without further ado, he took action.

They blocked up the village's old well that had been used for hundreds of years and demolished the houses and cave dwellings passed down from their ancestors.

Then, dragging their families and meager belongings, they moved away, implementing a scorched-earth policy, having already made their decision:

Since the villagers have not let down the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment, the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment cannot let them down either. We must lure these Japanese devils away.

Without the slightest hesitation, he issued a new series of commands:
"The first and second platoons will now take a detour to Black Crow Mountain to organize the villagers to evacuate immediately, as it is no longer safe there; the third platoon will come with me to draw the Japanese soldiers' attention."

Brothers of the third platoon, remember this! Don't engage the Japanese head-on. Fight your way towards the Bitter Water Well and lure the Japanese away.

After he finished speaking, Xiao Henan instinctively tensed up, feeling the thin string hanging from the back of his head.

There's no way around it! In the modern world, Xiao Henan is actually a Chinese language teacher, and it's perfectly reasonable that he's nearsighted and wears small glasses.

Although Xiao Henan is not the kind of person with extremely high myopia whose glasses lenses are as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle, as the legend goes.

However, after taking off his glasses, he couldn't even see things that were a little far away clearly, and he would fall if he ran too fast, let alone lead troops into battle.

In this bizarre time, there probably wasn't even a place in Pingding County that could provide glasses. So ever since he transmigrated here, Xiao Henan has been extremely careful with the glasses he wears.

The thin string at the back of the head is actually a clever trick to hold the glasses on the bridge of the nose.

"If I had known I would run into this mess, I would have gotten laser eye surgery to fix my nearsightedness; if all else fails, I would at least have a spare pair with me."

Crouching low, as he led the three platoons into action, Xiao Henan mentally grumbled...

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Twenty minutes later, Xiao Henan, who was lying behind a small snowdrift, pulled the trigger on a group of Japanese scouts.

In an instant, he opened fire with the M38 submachine gun in his hand, and in a very short time, all 28 bullets in the magazine were emptied.

There's no mistake here! Although this thing has a magazine capacity of 32 rounds.

But don't forget that springs lose elasticity and flexibility at low temperatures. If you try to fully compress the bullets, it could cause a jam during combat, which could be fatal.

Little Henan didn't understand this principle before, but after suffering a loss in this regard and almost being killed by the Japanese, he remembered it firmly.

After quickly emptying his magazine, Xiao Henan yelled at his brothers who were still firing, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

After saying that, he immediately led the thirty-odd brothers from the third platoon and ran wildly through the snow.

While running, he didn't forget to reload his empty submachine gun with a new magazine, and occasionally turned around to fire a few shots to entice the Japanese soldiers to catch up.

Just as they expected, after being ambushed and wiped out, a squad of elite soldiers, numbering about ten members, was defeated.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were greatly alarmed and immediately abandoned their original plan to search Black Crow Mountain, chasing after Xiao Henan and his men.

Even more fortunately, several explosions soon followed behind them.

They hastily set up a makeshift booby trap with grenades at the original ambush site in Xiaohe South; however, the Japanese were in such a hurry that they didn't notice the thin tripwire on the ground.

In the loud explosion, another seven or eight Japanese soldiers were blown to the ground on the spot.

If they were all killed in the explosion, it would actually be a good thing for the main Japanese force. If they were wounded, the Japanese would need more people to take care of them.

Unfortunately, Xiao Henan's excitement didn't even last five minutes.

Not only were the Japanese soldiers pursuing them relentlessly, but several of our brothers had already been killed.

The key point is that after suddenly sensing something, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the sky to his left, and immediately saw a black dot appear in the distance. What else could it be but a Japanese plane?
"Split up and run! Meet up in area 3 tonight!" Xiao Henan shouted at the top of his lungs, then led seven or eight soldiers to run to the left.

Whether they could escape after that was up to fate; it depended on which group the Japanese planes would chase.

Unfortunately! The Japanese plane, facing the group of people who had scattered and were fleeing, chased straight towards Xiao Henan and his group; after flying over them, it dropped a bomb.

Before I could even lie down, the bomb exploded just a dozen meters away.

Like a tattered doll, Xiao Henan was thrown into the air by the shockwave of the explosion. Before he could even land, he passed out in mid-air...

When Xiao Henan woke up again, he found himself lying on a pile of wheat straw.

Right in front of me is this young lady, Zanana.

Upon discovering that he was awake, Zanana visibly breathed a sigh of relief and then joked, "You're lucky, kid. You survived a bomb attack without losing any arms or legs, just a bit of flesh on your butt."

After a few days of rest, I should be able to regain some of my mobility.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Henan breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt uneasy. He shook his head a few times and realized that his glasses were missing.

"Is my glasses on?" he asked instinctively.

Zanana hesitated for a moment, then took out a pair of badly deformed glasses from her pocket, with only one lens remaining and covered in spider webs, and handed them over.

When Xiao Henan casually took the glasses from her, she felt like the sky had fallen...

(End of this chapter)