The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 358 Rapid Growth (Two-in-One Chapter)

After lunging at the Japanese soldier with the pig-kidney-shaped face from behind, Old K's mind went blank for a while.

Or rather, apart from the Japanese soldiers in front of them and the thought of killing them, they could not tolerate anything else.

With the guard so close at hand, did this officer use his professional grappling techniques to successfully subdue another Japanese soldier?
Did Hu Biao and his fellow seasoned time travelers react promptly after receiving the warning he had shouted out?
What did the other Japanese soldiers who infiltrated do after they discovered they had been exposed, and what kind of damage did they cause?

Old K was completely unaware of all of the above, and had no time to be aware of them.

As he lunged forward, Old K, who had served as a PLA conscript for two years, instinctively used one of the techniques in his combat skills: a knee kick and a throat lock.

The specific steps of this move, or rather, the effect he hopes to achieve, are as follows.

Approach the Japanese soldier from behind and kick him hard in the back of his right knee with your right foot; at the same time, insert your right arm through his right groin and clamp down on his throat.

Next, grab his left wrist with your left hand and pull him back, so that his elbow is pressed against your left hip. Lift him up from your waist and back and throw him backward.

The ultimate goal is to pin the opponent down on their back, maintain a wrist-locking and throat-locking posture, and control them so that they cannot make a sound.

However, the actual situation and process after Old K and the Japanese actually fought were not at all as he had expected.

This Japanese soldier with the big, pig-like face, despite being a head shorter than Old K, was quite sturdy and strong, possessing immense brute force.

As Old K kicked the Japanese soldier, sending him staggering, his right arm just pierced the soldier's right shoulder.

Before he could even use his arm to lock onto his opponent, the Japanese soldier struggled violently like a wild boar and shoved his right arm away, effectively ending the move before it even began.

As the Japanese soldier shook off Old K, he quickly turned around and reached his right hand into his waist.

In a very short time, he actually pulled out a dark Mauser pistol with his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he was about to pull the trigger at Old K.

The moment the Japanese soldier pulled out his gun, Old K felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively reached out with his right hand, grabbed the barrel of the Mauser pistol, and lifted it upwards with force.

Just as the Japanese soldier raised his gun, he pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew almost past his forehead.

The smell of gunpowder emanating from the muzzle, the scorching heat of the barrel after firing, and the burning stinging sensation as the bullet grazed my forehead.

All of this combined completely drove Old K crazy.

Aside from the opponent in front of them, they could no longer care about anything else around them.

He gripped the gun barrel tightly with his right hand and raised it upwards, not giving the Japanese any chance to point their guns at him; with his left hand, he grabbed the Japanese soldier by the neck with all his might, trying to strangle him to death.

While the Japanese soldier was trying to adjust the muzzle of his gun, he also grabbed the man's throat with his left hand.

The two sides then entered a stalemate, like bullfighting, with each side holding the other hostile.

At first glance, the scene might even seem a bit funny, but only Old K, who was actually in the thick of it, knew how utterly terrifying and uncomfortable it was.

Not daring to let the other side point their guns down at them, while simultaneously...
His throat felt as if it were being clamped by iron clamps, making it impossible for him to breathe.

The excruciating pain in his Adam's apple was bad enough, but the most serious problem was the abnormal timing of his inability to breathe. His chest felt indescribably burning and suffocating, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

This continued for an unknown period of time.

Perhaps several minutes had passed, or perhaps only tens of seconds, but he already felt a suffocating, almost fatal sensation.

Perhaps in ten more seconds, I would suffocate to death.

What to do? Driven by the instinct for survival, Old K raised his right leg and slammed his knee between the Japanese soldier's legs, trying to crush the guy's testicles.

As it turned out, the Japanese soldier was quick-witted and twisted his waist in time, causing Old K's knee to only hit his own back.

The crucial move failed to work, and Old K was now in despair.

Fortunately, he soon had a wonderful surprise; as his right foot landed, he coincidentally stomped on the toes of a Japanese soldier, whose foot he didn't know.

Even better, it allows for better disguise.

This Japanese soldier replaced his original sturdy Type 5 military boots made of calfskin with straw sandals, leaving his fragile toes completely unprotected.

The pain from the Japanese soldier's toes being stepped on made Old K instinctively feel the hand gripping his neck loosen its grip.

He had no time for the tactic of stepping on someone's toes; his actions were as childish as a child's fight.

He used every ounce of strength in his right foot to continue stomping on the Japanese soldier's toes; he even wiggled his foot to increase the friction.

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and this refers not only to the fingers but also to the toes.

Under an unbearable pain, the Japanese soldier's left hand gripping Old K's neck loosened, and his right hand holding the pistol also lost strength.

So much so that with a sudden burst of force from Old K, he managed to snatch the pistol away.

With only one hand, Old K couldn't easily turn the muzzle of his pistol; in his anxiety, he simply picked up the heavy iron lump weighing over a pound and smashed it forcefully against the Japanese soldier's head.

On the very first blow, a gash appeared on the Japanese soldier's forehead, splattering warm blood onto Old K's face.

Stimulated by the intense smell of blood, Old K's last shred of reason vanished; his hands moved mechanically, repeatedly striking the Japanese soldiers' heads.

Two times, three times... I don't know how many times.

This continued until someone suddenly grabbed his already weakening arm and shouted in his ear, "Old K, that's enough! This Japanese devil is dead."

Old K was jolted awake, as if he had been brought back to his senses.

They discovered that the Japanese soldier was already dead. Not only did the Japanese release his left hand that was gripping his neck, but the left side of his head and face was smashed to pieces, and even the top of his head had a noticeable dent.

If it weren't for his left hand gripping the Japanese soldier's neck and instinctively continuing to exert force, the corpse would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

At the same time, Old K could feel that his whole face was sticky, probably covered in splattered Japanese flesh and blood, and even white brain matter.

Few respectable modern people have ever seen such an extremely bloody scene.

When Old K came to his senses, he immediately felt severe physical and psychological discomfort.

As he released the Japanese soldier's corpse, his legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees; first, he vomited with a loud "whoosh" due to intense nausea.

He hadn't even managed to spit out two mouthfuls before the irritation in his throat and lungs caused him to cough repeatedly.

Good heavens! This scene of vomiting and coughing left Old K in a very sorry state.

During this process, Old K thought that he, a dignified PLA veteran, had not used any of the grappling tactics he had learned back then. Instead, he killed a Japanese soldier by stepping on his toes, which was like a child fighting.

Besides the physical discomfort, I also felt a sense of shame.

All things considered, it's simply not something that can be explained to outsiders.

After a while, Old K finally stopped coughing and vomiting; subconsciously, he raised his right sleeve to wipe his mouth.

After wiping it off, I realized something was wrong and found that my sleeves were also covered in the blood and flesh of the Japanese soldiers.

It's like wiping your face with your hands not only failed to clean it but also left you with a mouthful of Japanese flesh, blood, and brain matter.

The thought of this made poor old K feel extremely nauseous, and he vomited again.

Then a huge burst of laughter came from nearby.

Looking around, he saw three veterans, Hu Biao, Hei Xing, and AT, surrounded by a group of brothers watching the show. Even the guards were standing on a Japanese soldier whose hands and feet were tied behind his back.

So these guys have already subdued the other Japanese soldiers, so why don't they come and help us?
Just as Old K was feeling inexplicably angry, wondering why these guys had free time but no one came to help him, Hu Biao finally spoke up:

"Don't blame everyone for not coming to help you. It's actually for your own good. We want you to truly experience the brutality of a real battlefield, where people fight like wild beasts. That way, you can get into the zone faster and survive longer."

Although we were just watching the show, we were already prepared.

If you really can't hold on any longer, or if there's a life-threatening situation, everyone will naturally step in to help and prevent you from dying.

By the way, I have to give you a compliment; that toe-stepping trick was pretty good.

On the battlefield, any method that kills the Japanese is a good method. There's no such thing as childishness or shame. Keep it up from now on.

That's right! AT, Kuroboshi, and the warehouse manager had already discovered that some Japanese soldiers had infiltrated the team.

The main reason is that these Japanese soldiers were not professional spies. Once they knew about this underhanded trick, they were able to take some precautions in advance.

With a little effort, it is not difficult to discover the characteristics of the Japanese soldiers in terms of their limbs and habits, and thus identify them.

Therefore, long before Shouzheng discovered these Japanese soldiers, AT and several other veterans had already spotted them and made some targeted arrangements.

Black Star pulled Hu Biao along and talked for a long time in such a conspicuous spot.

To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than attracting the attention of these Japanese soldiers so that AT and the warehouse manager could lead their men to take them down.

Unexpectedly, before they could even make a move, the novice guard also noticed something amiss and even arranged for Old K to join him in action.

Fortunately, although there were some unexpected changes in the process, the result remained the same, and no trouble occurred.

Including the one who was killed by Old K, a total of thirteen Japanese soldiers were killed, twelve of whom were killed. In addition, there was one survivor who was forcibly held down by the guards using the sergeant's grappling technique.

After hearing Hu Biao's explanation, Old K was about to start cursing.

He understood the explanation above, but the process was something he found hard to recall, and the mere thought of it made him extremely angry.

However, looking at these veterans, all laughing and joking like scoundrels, Old K couldn't help but feel discouraged and swallowed back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

Seeing this, Hu Biao grabbed the barrel of the Mauser pistol that had fallen to the ground.

After casually wiping the blood and flesh off the Japanese soldier's corpse, he handed it to Old K.

He added, "This Mauser pistol is in good condition; it's an original German-made. Although the handguard is smashed, it can still be used after being wrapped in cloth."

"Keep it safe, after all, it was you who captured it."

After receiving the pistol, Old K, ignoring the fact that it still had a lot of school meat left on it, casually tucked it into his belt; after more than four hours of traveling through time, this newbie finally had a weapon of his own.

I don't know if it was because I had weapons or because I gradually recovered.

From this moment on, the newbie looked noticeably different...

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After comforting Old K, Hu Biao looked at the newbie guard.

To be honest, this guy truly lives up to his background as a criminal investigator; his observation skills are amazing. He managed to spot the infiltrated Japanese soldiers the very first time he arrived here, which is quite impressive.

Since he performed well, Commander Hu naturally did not hesitate to praise and reward him.

A Mauser C96 pistol was found on the bound Japanese soldier. As it was handed to Shouzheng, Shouzheng praised the soldier and also gave him a task:
"Your observation skills are excellent! I look forward to your continued performance."

This gun is really bad, but you can make do with it for now. I'll find you a better one later.

Oh, right! I heard you're quite skilled at interrogation, so I'll leave this Japanese soldier to you; you don't speak Japanese? No problem, since they dared to participate in the infiltration operation, they must understand our Chinese.

"Anyway, I don't care whether this Japanese soldier lives or dies, but I hope you can find out about the Japanese troop strength, unit designation, and battle plan. Can you do that?"

"Just you wait! This Japanese devil will confess everything, down to how old he was when he wet the bed."

The initial guard was quite depressed because he was assigned a Mauser C96 pistol; it was so bad that even a dog wouldn't want it.

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, he immediately perked up and answered with full confidence.

When he interrogated suspects in the modern world, his methods and processes were quite civilized, but that doesn't mean he was unaware of some less civilized methods.

It's merely an internal conflict; there's no need to resort to those methods, and the higher-ups wouldn't allow it anyway.

Now everything is different. Facing these Japanese devils who are not even human, there is absolutely no need to hold back. He has plenty of ways to pry open the mouths of those Japanese devils.

By this time, Old K had finally recovered completely.

Upon hearing this, he casually asked, "Guard, what specific methods do you plan to use to get this Japanese soldier to talk? Tell us so we can learn from you."

The guard didn't answer directly, but instead smiled and asked, "Are you sure you want to hear it now?"

"Let's forget it! We can talk about it another day." Old K, who vaguely understood what was going on, felt nauseous again, his chest and stomach, which had just calmed down, and immediately refused...

The guard wasn't bragging; he carried away the Japanese prisoners, who were bound like dead pigs.

In less than an hour, he appeared before Hu Biao, Hei Xing, AT, and the warehouse manager, reeking of blood.

As he handed Hu Biao a stenographic transcript, he began to recount the events in detail:
"I've gathered some information from the initial interrogation, and I'm informing you of it to help you make some decisions. I'll continue interrogating him to see if I can extract more information..."

"This Japanese soldier's name is Tian Kuan Yasunori. He is a sergeant in the Watanabe Regiment of the Japanese Taiwanese Mixed Brigade."

His orders were to spread rumors along the way, sabotage ammunition depots, and create as much panic as possible to delay the Nationalist army's reinforcements to Nanning.

But after seeing you, Hu Biao, I immediately changed my mind and realized that assassinating you would be more meaningful…

"Because of his status and position, he did not have a very intuitive understanding of the number of troops and units the Japanese had deployed in this battle."

However, since landing at Qinzhou Bay, he has met with the 5th Division, the Imperial Guard Mixed Brigade, and several other Japanese units..."

"For this operation, the Japanese deployed a large number of warships, aircraft, and tanks, including more than a hundred aircraft alone..."

After listening silently to the guard's explanation, Black Star spoke first, asking very solemnly, "Can the above information be proven to be true?"

Nodding, the guard answered with great certainty:

"I can guarantee it! This Japanese devil, Tian Kuan'an, has not received any training in counter-interrogation techniques."

After she used some methods on him, all he wanted now was to die quickly. Nothing else mattered to him, so he was willing to say anything.

Furthermore, I used some interrogation techniques to repeatedly verify several pieces of information, and they all matched up, so I could confirm the authenticity of this intelligence.

Upon hearing this answer, even AT and Hu Biao's faces turned serious.

According to the original history, the Japanese troops that landed in the Guinan area should only be the 5th Division and the Taiwanese Mixed Brigade.

In the early stages of the battles, only the 5th Division participated in the battles of Nanning and Kunlun Pass.

After landing, the Taiwanese mixed brigade initially only stationed itself in the coastal area of ​​southern Guangxi; it was only when the 5th Division was in dire straits that they sent troops to support Kunlun Pass.

However, now, members of the Taiwanese Mixed Brigade have already appeared here, and the intelligence also includes the designation of the Imperial Guard Mixed Brigade.

I don't know if it's a historical error or some other reason.

In any case, the Japanese forces in this battle were stronger than those recorded in history; they would also have more troops available to attack Gaofeng Pass later.

Gaofeng Pass is probably not a good place to defend!

After delivering the intelligence, the guard left excitedly to continue tormenting the Japanese soldier; like a child who had just received a new toy and was reluctant to part with it...

(End of this chapter)