The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 330 Another Street Fight (Part 1) [Two Chapters Combined]

"Huh! Could all the Japanese soldiers have been killed in the explosion just now? That shouldn't be the case, there are more than three thousand Japanese soldiers."

In a voice only she could hear, Xiao Cui muttered this to herself.

At this moment, the girl who transmigrated from the modern world has undergone a complete change in appearance; there is no trace of the gentle and charming feeling that she used to have when she was known as the little nurse in white.

She was wearing an M35 helmet and holding an MP38 submachine gun.

He had several spare magazines and small melon grenades hanging on his chest.

He had a short-barreled shotgun on his left hip, a Browning pistol on his right hip, and several small items such as ammunition boxes and gas mask tubes hanging on his back hip.

Even in the scabbard strapped to his right thigh, there was a sharp dagger.

The overall outfit above shows that they are armed to the teeth.

It seems that not only labor can reform people, but time travel can also bring about a complete transformation.

However, this girl took the lead, stepping on the bricks that had been scattered all over the ground outside the south wall, and rushed through a gap in the wall to enter Pingding County.

However, they encountered no resistance from the Japanese soldiers and did not see a single standing Japanese soldier.

As far as the eye could see, there were either extremely chaotic fortifications or Japanese soldiers with blood and flesh flying everywhere, their bodies twisted and deformed, and they hadn't offered any resistance at all.

So, with a sense of surprise in his heart, he couldn't help but mutter the sentence at the beginning.

If the attack just now could kill all the Japanese soldiers in the city, that would be the best outcome; however, Xiao Cui quickly realized that such a good thing was unlikely.

With so many Japanese soldiers in the city, it's impossible for them all to be wiped out so easily.

On the contrary, the remaining Japanese soldiers, knowing they were doomed and would die, would only become more frantic.

Unfortunately, due to the time constraints, the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment had to quickly defeat the enemy in this offensive, and there was no time to linger with the Japanese.

In short, the truly fierce battle in Pingding County has only just begun.

Xiao Cui's speculations were soon confirmed.

As she rushed into the city, she immediately saw the entrance to a street that wasn't very wide, not far to her left.

Without any hesitation, he immediately rushed towards the street.

Following her, a swarm of brothers, about two companies in size, totaling 270 or 280 men, rushed in and quickly followed.

As for the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment, where are the other units in this direction?
Of course, they broke in through other breaches in the city walls and then charged into other streets or alleys; although Pingding County is not large, it has a large number of streets and alleys, as dense as a spider web...

As she rushed to the street corner, Xiao Cui suddenly remembered something and stopped in her tracks.

He gestured backward, signaling the brothers following behind to stop.

The moment she stopped, Xiao Cui took out a small mirror from her pocket and quietly extended it from the corner of the house behind her, intending to use the mirror to check if the street was safe.

Xiao Cui naturally didn't understand such a simple yet quite practical tactic before.

Or perhaps this girl, who likes to watch silly dramas to pass the time in her spare time, has never paid attention to them even though she has seen them in movies and TV shows.

However, Xiao Cui didn't understand this before and didn't pay attention to these things; in fact, they didn't matter.

Hu Biao, Lao Yu, Mr. Nan Ze, Zanana, Van Gogh, and other veterans who participated in the brutal street fighting in places like Tengxian and Taierzhuang know this very well.

And in the previous training, they had already taught Xiao Cui and the other newbies.

This approach can be seen as carrying forward the fine tradition of passing on experience and skills among our Party and our army.

Xiao Cui learned this little tactic, and it proved to be very effective at this moment; she glanced at the street through the mirror a few times, and after seeing the situation clearly, she immediately gasped.

Not far away on the street, the Japanese soldiers had already set up a barricade that completely blocked the passage of people by using various miscellaneous items.

Behind the barricades, at least a squad of Japanese soldiers had already set up various light and heavy weapons.

Besides these, if Xiao Cui pays a little attention, she can discover that there are probably some Japanese firing positions secretly hidden in the buildings on both sides of the street or on the roof.

Therefore, the Japanese still had a lot of troops left and were prepared to fight to the bitter end.

If she had charged forward recklessly with her brothers, they would have been riddled with bullets by the Japanese soldiers' pre-arranged barrage.

However, now that the Japanese plan has been discovered in advance, everything becomes much simpler.

On the one hand, Hu Biao and other veterans had taught Xiao Cui and the others how to deal with the current situation, so this girl at least theoretically knew what to do next and had some tactics to deal with it.

On the other hand, the two companies fighting alongside her at this moment were the main force of the Second Battalion.

They were all under the command of Lao Yu and the warehouse manager, a unit they treasured like the apple of their eye.

They are better equipped, and in terms of training, in addition to the necessary basic training for recruits, they have also been involved in some training in other areas such as assault warfare, urban warfare, and special operations, making their combat effectiveness quite good.

So after putting away the small mirror, Xiao Cui, with a calm expression, made a series of simple tactical hand gestures to the group of company and platoon leaders following behind her.

The gesture roughly means: launch a series of feint attacks from the street corners to attract the attention of the Japanese soldiers and keep them occupied.

The Second Company split into two groups, each entering the buildings on both sides of the street by violently breaching the walls one by one to eliminate the Japanese soldiers hiding inside.

This allows them to bypass the Japanese barricades and ambush points, ultimately achieving the tactical objective of encirclement.

Although Xiao Cui's tactical hand gestures were not quite standard, the company and platoon leaders still managed to understand them; after nodding in agreement, they quickly split up and began to act.

The group, using the corner of the wall for cover, opened fire on the Japanese soldiers, who retaliated without backing down.

Soon after, the two sides began a fierce exchange of fire. Although it was hard to admit, even the main force of the 2nd Battalion, the 1st Company, had more men than the Japanese soldiers behind the barricades.

They were at a disadvantage in this exchange of fire and quickly fell into a losing position.

At the same time, several quick-witted soldiers from the Second Company had already worked together to pick up a thick log that had been blown from the city wall to this location.

With the combined strength of several people, they rammed into a brick wall beside Xiao Cui like a battering ram.

After only two or three impacts, a large hole was successfully punched into the seemingly sturdy blue brick wall amidst a cloud of dust.

With such efficiency in breaking down walls, it wouldn't take long to clear all the buildings along this street.

But when Xiao Cui once again took the lead, rushed through the newly smashed hole into the room, and saw the situation clearly amidst the flying dust, her previous composure completely vanished.

No other reason than that this small room is now filled with dead people.

A man in his early twenties died at the doorway.

Even in its dying moments, its arms were still outstretched, seemingly in a position to block the door, with chopsticks still clutched in one hand.

A naked woman lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), her poor body covered in wounds and signs of disarray; her wide-open eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

Beside her, besides an overturned kang table, were some scattered whole-grain steamed buns and pickled vegetables.

It was a toddler who was killed by a bayonet; the glaring blood had long since stained a large area of ​​the swaddling clothes red.

In an instant, Xiao Cui conjured up a scene in her mind:
While the family of three was having breakfast, the Japanese soldiers kicked down the door, first stabbing the man who was trying to block the door to death, and then killing the infant in his swaddling clothes.

Ultimately, after suffering endless humiliation, the woman was killed by the Japanese soldiers.

Therefore, for these inhuman Japanese devils, it's not that you can be safe just by not provoking them and obediently serving them.

They didn't know when they would fall victim to their cruelty. It wasn't as good as Hu Biao had initially thought; the Japanese hadn't even considered bringing the city's residents to the city walls so they could fire at them without restraint.

"What are you all standing there for? Keep breaking down the wall and go kill the Japanese devils."

After a brief silence of a few seconds, Xiao Cui uttered a command, her voice filled with unspeakable killing intent.

That's right! This modern-day girl, whose profession is saving lives, is now more desperate to kill than ever before; more accurately, she wants to kill Japanese soldiers, because killing these inhuman Japanese soldiers is equivalent to saving lives...

Under Xiao Cui's command, the soldiers carrying the logs continued their work.

Before long, they broke through several walls in succession.

After smashing open a wooden wall, before the soldiers carrying the logs could retreat, Xiao Cui and the others carrying automatic weapons rushed in through the opening.

Gunshots rang out from the opposite side, instantly killing the two soldiers at the front of the group carrying the log.

Without a second thought, Xiao Cui sidestepped to the side of the hole in the wall, poked her submachine gun out a little, and started firing wildly to suppress the enemy.

At the same time, a squad leader behind him took a wooden-handled grenade from his waist and pulled the fuse.

He held it in his hand for two seconds before throwing it into the hole in the wall.

However, just as the smoking wooden-handled grenade was thrown through the hole in the wall into the next room, a smoking melon grenade was also thrown from the opposite side.

Fortunately, before Xiao Cui could do anything, the squad leader, who had just thrown a grenade, leaped and landed on top of the melon grenade.

Then, two explosions rang out almost simultaneously.

In the confined space of a room, the explosive power of grenades and hand grenades is undoubtedly far greater.

Even the squad leader who fell down used his body to almost completely block all the deadly shrapnel and most of the shockwave from the explosion.

At the moment the grenade exploded, the splattering blood and bits of flesh rained down, instantly covering almost every inch of the room and staining Xiao Cui and the others red.

The huge explosion and shockwave made Xiao Cui's head buzz and she felt quite dizzy.

Even so, after shaking her head, Xiao Cui shouted again, "Come with me!"

As she spoke, she had already rushed through the hole in the wall into the next room, which was also filled with blood and bits of flesh, and was even more bloody than the slaughterhouse.

As they rushed over, they faintly heard footsteps on the roof and immediately raised their guns to fire at the building.

Upstairs, at most half a second slower, the distinctive sound of a Type 38 rifle firing rang out, and the two sides began exchanging fire through a thin wooden floorboard.

Xiao Cui only stopped pulling the trigger when the submachine gun magazine was completely empty.

By this time, the wooden floorboards overhead were riddled with bullet holes, and blood was dripping from some of the holes and gaps in the boards.

Judging from the firepower density of the exchange of fire just now, there must be at least four or five Japanese soldiers hiding up there, each with a light machine gun.

In an effort to wipe them out completely, one of the brothers who rushed in after Xiao Cui was killed and another was wounded.

Even she herself, if she hadn't instinctively tilted her head, would have ended up with her delicate face completely smashed, instead of just a scratch on her cheek.

There was no time to even feel grateful for his narrow escape from death, and he didn't even have time to treat the wounds on his face.

As Xiao Cui took a small melon-shaped grenade from her person, she called out to several soldiers covered in blood—whether their own or that of Japanese soldiers—who were clutching blood-red logs:

"Keep crashing, and make it faster."

It's not that Xiao Cui is carefree or impatient; rather, she knows that every minute is precious, bought with the lives of Zanana, Lao Yu, and the other blocking troops, and cannot be wasted.

The fierce battle that took place among Xiao Cui and the others was just an ordinary one among the many small battlefields in Pingding City.

The fighting in many places was even more intense and bloody.

There was no other way! On one side were the Japanese soldiers who knew that once captured, they would have no good end; on the other side were the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment who knew they had to capture the county town in the shortest possible time.

With neither side willing to compromise or back down, the battle raged on from the very beginning...

******
"Two more rocket launcher operators, take out that Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun for me!" Old Ma shouted after gritting his teeth.

This guy was 185 cm tall, had a full beard, and especially exuded a murderous aura in his single eye.

Even if he brought all the students he had taught in the modern world over the years, not one of them would recognize that this bandit-like guy was actually their Teacher Ma.

There's nothing that can be done about Old Ma's performance.

Shortly after he led a main force company of the independent battalion into the city, he encountered a tough nut to crack.

Specifically, at an intersection, the Japanese set up two machine guns, one light and one heavy, on a small building at the intersection, along with half a squad of Japanese soldiers.

This kind of arrangement is very troublesome, not only because it leaves no blind spots in terms of firepower.

Under the alternating fire of the Japanese light and heavy machine guns, they didn't even have a brief pause to change magazines and feed plates. With the addition of more than twenty Type 38 rifles, their path of advance was completely blocked.

Unfortunately, the terrain here is quite unique, so tactics such as breaking through walls and taking detours or flanking maneuvers are not effective. The only option is to grit our teeth and launch a strong attack.

As a result, not long after the battle began, a whole platoon of brothers were killed or wounded at this damned intersection.

The main reason was that the Japanese had cleverly positioned their two machine guns, which resembled a hidden machine gun bunker.

The sniper hid behind the fortifications, leaving only a small firing port. Despite having many men and guns, Lao Ma and his men were unable to suppress the enemy and were instead suppressed by the Japanese.

Therefore, using a rocket launcher modeled after the RPG-2 to take out these two machine guns became the only option for Lao Ma and his men at the moment.

Although the Japanese were wicked, they were definitely not stupid. Old Ma's order, "Again," speaks volumes.

One of the rocket launcher operators had just rushed to a position where he could fire with a relatively high accuracy when he was shot dead on the spot by the Japanese.

The rocket launcher fell to the ground and rolled a long way.

Under Lao Ma's command, the two brothers threw away their rifles and ran towards the rocket launcher almost simultaneously.

The first man rushed to the side but before he could even reach out, he was shot down by the Japanese. The second man managed to pick up the rocket launcher, but before he could even aim it, he was shot in the head by the Japanese.

Clearly, the Japanese had long been aware of this major threat.

In less than a minute, three rocket launcher operators were taken down. Old Ma was heartbroken and trembling. But he still had to open his mouth and shout, "Two more rocket launcher operators!"

Before he could even say a word, he caught a glimpse of a clever little devil out of the corner of his eye, who had already spontaneously rushed forward.

As they charged forward, they kept changing direction, and the Japanese soldiers' shots all missed their mark.

This spirit of taking the initiative and daring to attack without waiting for orders from superiors, along with his agile skills, deeply moved and impressed Lao Ma.

For a moment, they couldn't help but think that as long as this kid survived, he should be promoted after the war, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to make him a platoon leader.

But when he hurriedly turned his head and saw the true appearance of this clever little devil, Old Ma's hair stood on end.

No other reason than that it was his grandfather, the special operations battalion doctor known as "Dr. Ma".

Before he could even figure out why his grandfather, who was clearly in a field hospital outside the city, was here, Old Ma knew he had to do something to help draw the Japanese fire.

How to attract them? Old Ma shouted "Charge!" at the same time.

He charged out from behind the low wall where he had taken refuge, carrying a light machine gun; behind him, his brothers, who had once been a full company but now numbered only eighty or ninety, followed him...

(End of this chapter)