The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 394 Afternoon Tea Is Still in Time (Two Chapters Combined)

"Damn it! After this battle, I'm going to tear that stinking mouth of the third brother to shreds."

The above was the most genuine thought in the mind of this middle-aged, greasy man after the third brother's piercing shouts reached the ears of the warehouse manager.

Although he knew that this newbie was only saying those things because he was blinded by the current damn battle situation.

They even understood the third brother's feelings and actions at that moment.

But while I understand, the key issue is that the third brother used really foul language, so he's determined to get revenge afterwards.

Of course, none of these thoughts affected the fact that when the third brother was carrying a rocket launcher and charging towards the Japanese No. 12 bunker.

The warehouse manager unleashed his full potential and was in top form, and the two executed a tactical maneuver.

To be more specific: when AT shouted the word "grenades" to his surviving comrades, the warehouse manager also understood their tactics:

They planned to use the mud and dust kicked up by the grenades as cover, and then carry the rocket launcher for another charge.

So he immediately took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as much as possible, ideally becoming a emotionless sniper machine.

He also stopped firing from the ground and got up.

He knelt on one knee, adopting the shooting posture that he personally found most comfortable and natural when using this old-fashioned bolt-action rifle, which also gave him the highest accuracy: the kneeling position.

Just as the warehouse manager picked up his rifle, the third brother had already picked up a Type 1 rocket launcher from the ground.

Leading thirty or forty brothers, along with two other rocket launcher teams, they leaped out of the trenches and launched another assault on Bunker No. 12.

At this moment, for the Japanese soldiers in Bunker No. 12 and the surrounding trenches, the mud and dust kicked up by the explosion greatly affected their vision.

But you could still vaguely see those formidable opponents, carrying those deadly rocket launchers, charging over once again.

Instinctively, all the light and heavy machine guns and rifles simultaneously and leisurely opened fire on the personnel carrying rocket launchers.

Because there's no way to aim, firing like this isn't very effective.

Upon seeing this, a Japanese lieutenant hurriedly shouted "kataparto" (grenade launcher).

To be honest, this Japanese lieutenant's adaptability and tactical choices were quite good, even under conditions of limited visibility and inability to accurately lock onto targets with firearms.

Use a grenade launcher, a type of incredibly fast, wide-range weapon for attack.
There is indeed a high probability that it can kill those opponents carrying 'shoulder-fired cannons' halfway, preventing them from reaching effective firing range.

If they could endure for just ten seconds, their time of slaughter would begin.

Unfortunately, to achieve the above results, there is a prerequisite: their grenade launcher squad must be able to fire successfully.

At the second lieutenant's shout, a veteran Japanese soldier with the rank of sergeant immediately placed the base of a grenade launcher on the ground in front of him with a 'thud'.

He didn't even have time to adjust the angle of the grenade launcher based on his experience.

A bullet came flying, hitting the Japanese sergeant right in the face, killing him cleanly and neatly, leaving him and the grenade launcher lying on their side on the ground.

A Japanese private first class next to him, who had been taking a grenade out of his pouch and preparing to put it into the grenade launcher, immediately bent down upon seeing this.

This was in preparation for picking up the grenade launcher and continuing to fire at the targets.

However, before his fingertips could even touch the ground grenade launcher, a bullet pierced his neck, completely destroying his Adam's apple.

This injury didn't kill the Japanese soldier immediately, but he was convulsing and struggling on the ground, clutching his throat, clearly unable to continue using the grenade launcher.

The person who fired those two crucial shots was naturally the warehouse manager who had just had his lung punctured.

No wonder people say that people are forced to their limits. Under the stimulation of the third brother's hurtful words, this guy actually burst out with an unprecedentedly good state.

Even amidst the flying mud and dust, he still couldn't see clearly the Japanese grenade launcher team members.

However, in his previous observations, he had already memorized the direction of these Japanese grenade launcher teams, and even deduced the location of the personnel when they planned to use the device.

The two shots fired, one after the other, surprisingly had a remarkable effect.

Those two flashy shots were just the beginning of a series of outrageous maneuvers by the warehouse manager; after a mere two seconds, he fired a third shot.

With that gunshot, another grenade launcher that had just fired a grenade was extinguished.

Every subsequent shot hit its mark.

In short, it all came down to one person, one gun, and incredibly fast hand speed and a feverish brain.

The warehouse manager, in superb condition, suppressed almost 60-70% of the grenade launcher fire from Bunker No. 12; the only pity was that this suppression lasted too short a time.

There was no other way! The mud and dust kicked up by the grenade explosion lasted for a very short time.

After a series of battles, AT and his team didn't have many grenades left; they only had one or two left.

So soon after, the Japanese soldiers inside and outside Bunker No. 12 regained good visibility.

Under such circumstances, they all turned to targets they perceived as posing a significant threat.

Among them were several Japanese marksmen who immediately moved their guns to the location of the warehouse manager.

The main reason is that even though the third brother cursed the warehouse manager so filthyly before, it seemed like the guy really had no effect at all.

The reality is definitely not like that.

The warehouse manager had put a lot of pressure on the Japanese in the previous battles, killing and wounding many of their officers, sergeants, and machine gunners—key targets.

The Japanese had wanted to kill the warehouse manager for a long time, but after each shot, regardless of whether it hit or not, he would immediately and decisively change targets, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, making it impossible to lock onto him.

Now that the warehouse manager has finally had a chance to stay and be exposed, they naturally won't miss it.

The warehouse manager sensed the immense danger immediately; instinctively, he rolled on the spot and began to move to another location.

Just as he was about to roll over, his 5.0 vision inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Japanese lieutenant lifting up a grenade launcher with one hand and stuffing a grenade into the opening with the other.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing his instinct to dodge, and quickly turned the gun and pulled the trigger.

Then, the Japanese lieutenant and the warehouse manager were both shot and fell to the ground.

Thanks to the DIY bulletproof plate, the bullet didn't kill the warehouse worker outright, but it did break at least two ribs, bringing tears to his eyes...

"Warehouse manager! You're a born sniper, you're our best sniper."

The third brother shouted excitedly, spouting compliments as if they were free, completely disregarding the fact that he had just spoken ill of the other party not long ago.

All because he kept charging forward and didn't see the warehouse manager behind him, who was now lying on the ground.

But what I witnessed was a beautiful scene: several extremely threatening Japanese grenade launcher operators were precisely brought down to the ground.

More importantly, he had now rushed to a position only fifty-two or fifty-three meters away from that damned No. 12 bunker.
By this point, the rocket launcher had achieved a fairly good accuracy and was ready to fire.

It was at this moment that he realized he had been too tense during the journey through a hail of bullets, and his palms were covered in sweat.

It was so wet that it was hard to even hold onto the rocket launcher.

Before assuming a kneeling position and firing the rocket launcher, the third brother made a subconscious movement, reaching his left hand towards his jacket at his waist, preparing to spend a second wiping the sweat from his hands.

After all, he had finally made it this far. If he missed because of a slip of the hand, he would have nowhere to cry.

The third brother's subconscious action wasn't necessarily wrong; it was just incredibly unlucky. Just as he extended his left hand, a burst of heavy machine gun fire came hurtling through the air, killing only the last brother who had charged after him.

Unfortunately, several bullets hit the middle of his left arm.

Suddenly, a huge cloud of blood mist erupted, and the third brother's right arm was broken off, leaving only a short section of about ten centimeters with exposed bone fragments.

Being covered in splattered blood and flesh was still a trivial matter.

The key issue was that his arm was broken, and the inhuman pain it caused instantly made the third brother feel as if his soul was being torn apart.

But after recovering a little, the third brother's first reaction was not to pull out a tourniquet and tie it around his arm, which was now only a short section, to prevent himself from bleeding to death.

Instead, he gritted his teeth, used his only remaining right hand to carry the rocket launcher, pulled the trigger, and fired a rocket at Fortress 12.

At this moment, not only was my right hand slippery from the sweat, but I also couldn't care less about the trembling of my right hand in excruciating pain.

Fortunately, this rocket, which had cost them so much, did not disappoint them.

The explosion struck the front of Bunker No. 12, extinguishing the bunker's fierce firepower on the spot.

The AT team, who were being suppressed by the bunker's firepower, cheered loudly and immediately stood up with their submachine guns.

They opened fire as they charged forward, rushing into the trenches outside the bunker.

The remaining Japanese soldiers in the trenches, seeing no way to retreat, were still struggling in their death throes, but it was already foreseeable that they would soon be completely annihilated.

The moment AT rushed over, the third brother, who had relaxed his guard, collapsed to the ground and passed out within a few breaths.

Before he lost consciousness, the only thought remaining in his mind was:

"The newbie guard got nicknamed 'Pockmarked Guy' because his face was splattered with a lot of mud and sand; now that I've lost an arm, what will those unscrupulous guys call me?"
One-Armed Swordsman, Yang Guo, or something else entirely? Anyway, none of them are good people…

*******
"Those three guys, the consumptive, the third brother, and the warehouse manager, did a great job."

When a cheer reached their ears from the direction of Bunker No. 12, Hu Biao and his men, who were attacking other bunkers, were all invigorated.

At this moment, they were unaware that in order to destroy Bunker No. 12, the warehouse manager and the third brother were seriously injured, and the third brother was even crippled.

Even if you knew, you would still think that such a price was well worth it.

With the capture of Bunker No. 12, the Japanese had finally managed to break through the last hard nut to crack in their position at Jieshou Mountain.

Once AT and his men continue to advance and infiltrate from this breach, the Japanese army's overall firepower network will have even greater vulnerabilities, making the subsequent battles much easier.

Although they still have to pay a considerable price in the process, they have seen the hope of a quick victory.

Indeed, this was the case. In the short period that followed, they successfully captured one Japanese pillbox and position after another...

At 3:57 PM, at a location more than 40 meters to the right of Fort No. 11.

With a "damn it!" sound, Old K, the newbie, slammed his fist heavily on the ground in front of him in great frustration, even contemplating chopping off his own hand.

Just now, he fired a rocket launcher at Bunker No. 11.

The shot didn't completely miss, but it only blasted a small gap in the top right side of Bunker No. 11, allowing the Japanese soldiers inside to continue firing unaffected.

Even a rocket launcher that has run out of ammunition can be reloaded and fired again.

The assistant gunner, who was carrying ammunition, was now dead about thirty meters behind him.

Go back, find the ammunition, load it, and then rush back for another shot. It sounds simple, but the actual difficulty in doing it is astonishing.

This process alone will result in at least a dozen brothers being killed or wounded.

At this critical moment, a voice called out, "Hey, Ma Zi, do you have any grenades left? If so, throw them to me right now."

Upon hearing this, the guard looked down and discovered that he still had a wooden-handled grenade on his body.

Based on his unconditional trust in his partner, he immediately took it off and threw it towards the black star, which was about seven or eight meters to his left.

Even at this moment, he was completely baffled and didn't think Black Star could do anything with this thing.

However, Black Star actually managed to create some amazing tricks with just a simple wooden-handled grenade, tricks that he could brag about for the rest of his life.

He planned to perform acrobatic maneuvers by throwing the wooden-handled grenade through the narrow firing port into the Japanese bunker from a distance of about forty meters.

To be honest, Black Star himself wasn't very confident about this move.

The key point is that at this point, they don't have any better options. If they try and it doesn't work, there won't be much of a loss.

With this thought in mind, Black Star held the wooden-handled grenade in his right hand, wrapped the fuse around the fingers of his left hand, and shouted:
"Pockmarked guy! Draw some fire for me."

Also based on trust in his comrades, the guard shouted "Fire!" and led dozens of his men to open fire on Bunker 11.

Five seconds later, Black Star suddenly stood up, swung his right arm forcefully, and threw the smoking wooden-handled grenade.

Somewhat strangely, at the moment the grenade was thrown, Black Star had an inexplicable intuition: "This one's done."

Based on this incredible intuition, Black Star immediately picked up his submachine gun and shouted, "Charge! Charge!"

When he had taken three or four steps ahead, the wooden-handled grenade miraculously struck the firing port of a Type 96 light machine gun that was currently firing.

With a muffled thud, before the somewhat bewildered Japanese machine gunner could react, the wooden-handled grenade had already been launched into the bunker.

The grenade exploded the moment it landed.

In the relatively confined space of a bunker, the shockwave from an explosion cannot dissipate quickly, and the flying shrapnel will keep bouncing around. Therefore, the power of a grenade explosion is at least one level higher than outside.

Under such a powerful explosion, the Japanese soldiers who were firing frantically inside were instantly knocked to the ground.

In reality, the number of Japanese soldiers who were actually killed by the bomb was not large; many were merely stunned and were not even hit by shrapnel.

However, if they were to cease fire temporarily, their fate would be no different from being blown up on the spot; the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment had no habit of taking prisoners…

Five minutes later, Bunker No. 10 was also destroyed.

The thug, Xiao Henan, and Hu Biao simultaneously pulled the triggers of their rocket launchers, firing three rockets at the target from distances ranging from forty to seventy meters.

It was quite a sight to see three rocket launchers firing at the same time.

Even more spectacular was the scene where three rockets hit simultaneously, with one even detonating the stockpiled ammunition inside.

After a huge burst of fire rose up, the entire No. 10 bunker was completely destroyed; the wild shockwave and flying debris also knocked down many Japanese soldiers in the nearby trenches who were caught off guard.

At this point, the Japanese only had one bunker, number 13, left on the top of Jieshou Mountain.

At this point, anyone with a clear mind who saw that lone bunker would know that the complete fall of Jieshou Mountain was already in the final countdown.

I raised my wrist and glanced at the clock; it was just past 4 a.m.

Bill Eulton, this foreign observer, must have been thinking something.

He muttered under his breath, "F**K, Hu and his men won't even have time for afternoon tea today, let alone take this hill..."

(End of this chapter)