The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 463 Breaking Through (Two Chapters Combined)

"Attention! Reloading!"

Hu Biao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of anxiety and frustration.

This is also why he discovered that the Night Blind Team had been hit by a gunshot, which triggered a series of terrible chain reactions.

For example, Fang Youcai, Xiaohao, Shi Suiban, Xie Liang, and many others fell into a heap; the newcomer Xiao Ding dropped the stretcher and ran away, leaving the foreman to fall with the seriously injured.

The only reaction after blocking the way was the two stretchers carried by the guards and others at the crossroads.

What else could he do?

Should they go up and help? They were already exhausted from suppressing the Japanese soldiers on both sides, and they simply didn't have the free hands to go up and help pull up the fallen men one by one.

He can't even do his usual tantrums and cursing anymore.

The reason is simple: many of the people who fell were children. Even though they had performed much better than adults like Xiao Ding during the evacuation, they were still children after all.

His own cursing and urging did nothing to speed them up.

More likely, it will only make them, who are already terrified, even more panicked.

Therefore, he could only offer comfort and absolutely could not resort to cursing or urging; and he believed that Xiao Cui and Annie were far more capable of comforting him than he was.

In conclusion, Hu Biao had to swallow back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

Instead, it's a simple reminder to your partner: "Change the magazine."

As for Xiao Ding, that deserter, that spineless bastard, what to do? Hu Biao didn't even consider drawing his pistol and shooting him dead.

Hu Biao finally understood everything that happened tonight.

The old saying, "The most righteous are often the lowly butchers, and the pleasure quarters are full of spirited women," is absolutely true.

Although Sister Yi was a foot massage technician, she was terrified in such a dangerous situation. She used one hand to hold onto Cao'er behind her and the other hand to pull Fang Youcai, who had fallen, away with difficulty.

They planned to work with Annie, Xiao Cui, and four other students, including Song Jie, to rearrange their formation, which resembled an eagle catching chicks, amidst the flying bullets.

Therefore, what profession a person pursues has no necessary connection with their character, courage, or moral bottom line.

But what about effeminate men? They don't even have the most basic masculinity of a man; they're bound to be cowards, useless on the battlefield.

The reason why Hu Biao didn't shoot such a piece of trash was quite simple.

Firstly, I was too busy to spare the time to shoot this guy.

Secondly, he believed that even if he didn't intervene, the mysterious entity would, and that Xiao Ding would definitely not have a good ending.

With these thoughts in mind, Hu Biao ignored Xiao Ding, who was currently running around like a headless fly on the battlefield, and refocused his attention on the battle.

It was only when he took off the empty magazine and stuffed it into his chest sling, and pulled out a new magazine and clicked it into place, that he realized what was happening.

Hu Biao discovered another situation that was very worrying and frustrating.

What's going on? He just changed to a new magazine, and he only has two spare magazines left. He's about to run out of them.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The Japanese had only killed one of their wounded soldiers so far. Tonight, the dim starlight made it difficult for them to aim, which was one of the reasons.

Another key reason is that they relied on their automatic weapons to fire and suppress the enemy relentlessly.

However, with such frantic firing, the magazines were consumed at an alarming rate; even if each of them had plenty of spare magazines, they couldn't keep up with such a rate of use.

The same principle applies to Van Gogh today.

The MG34 general-purpose machine gun in his hand, although incredibly powerful, was probably still red-hot at this point in the firing process.

What is certain is that there are very few spare ammunition belts left.

Once their magazines and ammunition belts are exhausted, and they lose the firepower to suppress the superior Japanese forces, it will certainly be the beginning of a huge disaster.

All of the above can only mean that even veterans like Hu Biao have experienced countless arduous battles during their multiple transmigrations.

However, the current dire situation is still giving them a major headache.

Fortunately, no matter how much headache they had or how anxious they were, their fighting movements remained completely composed; their tactical coordination was exceptionally smooth.

As long as you see the Japanese soldiers lying prone on both sides of the passage, the shadowy figures that suddenly pop up, or the muzzle flashes when they fire a gun.

The first thing to do is to fire three shots in quick succession. Even if it doesn't kill the opponent, it will keep them from showing their face for a while, or force them to move away immediately.

Overall, they maintained the initiative on the battlefield, preventing the Japanese from firing indiscriminately.

The only downside is that once their magazines and belts run out, this situation can't be sustained...

Not long after, Hu Biao's newly replaced magazine ran out during bursts of fire, and with increasing frustration, he shouted once again: "Change the magazine!"

When pulling the penultimate magazine off the belt.

Out of the corner of Hu Biao's eye, he saw that the frightened Xiao Ding was darting around amidst the stray bullets, and was actually about to rush towards him.

Instinctively, Hu Biao took a step to the side with his left foot, essentially assuming a horse stance.

This is my plan: when that spineless bastard Xiao Ding darts past me, I'll kick him so hard he'll shit himself.

He was too lazy to take action himself and intended to let the mysterious being kill this guy, but before this guy was killed, he could still vent his anger.

Unexpectedly, before Xiao Ding could even reach him, there was a spot where he could suddenly kick out.

Suddenly, Xiao Ding's body jolted, as if he had been shot in the back.

After being shot, the guy's frantic state actually calmed down a bit. As he collapsed to the ground, he opened his mouth, probably wanting Hu Biao to save him.

After he opened his mouth, a stream of blood gushed out first. It was unclear which organ had been damaged, but now he couldn't even speak.

Driven by his survival instinct, Xiao Ding was unable to speak, and his eyes were full of resentment and pleading as he looked at Hu Biao.

Hu Biao, out of the corner of his eye, clearly saw this scene.

He could even deduce from the angle and circumstances of the shot in Xiao Ding's back which it must have been from one of his fellow transmigrators who, in a fit of rage, shot the spineless coward.

So unless he's out of his mind, he wouldn't save this guy who's doomed.

Besides! Just then, Uncle Bo, who was not far away, shouted "Change magazine!" This made Hu Biao tense up instantly, and he had no time to deal with such a thing.

Seeing that Hu Biao didn't even glance at him, let alone come to his rescue.

The look in Xiao Ding's eyes as he looked at Hu Biao immediately turned venomous, filled with a frantic curse; then, with a muffled thud, he collapsed to the ground and died instantly.

What do you call him? He's a coward at home, afraid to go and fight the Japanese, but when something goes wrong, he blames everything on his own people.

After feeling that vicious curse, if it weren't for the fact that every bullet was going to be used against the Japanese, Hu Biao would have really wanted to use the remaining half of his magazine on this guy.

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Regarding the conclusion that Xiao Ding, that spineless fellow, was killed by the veteran transmigrator, we can only say that Hu Biao was half right.

Because Xiao Ding was indeed shot to death from behind by the time traveler, but it wasn't some veteran, but rather the foreman, a newbie.

The contractor went completely on the edge. It was all because after he fell, he encountered a series of shocks that caused him to explode without any regard for anything else.

To be more specific, after he fell to the ground, he heard the children's screams and cries.

The sound of such a childish voice cut his heart like a knife.

Without even bothering to stand up, he crawled on his knees to 12-year-old Xie Liang's side, helped him up, and repeatedly comforted him:

"It's okay, it's okay! Boys, be brave, we'll be able to rush over soon."

As he spoke, Annie, Xiao Cui, Yi Jie, and Song Jie, four students, all stepped forward to help the night-blind individuals who had fallen to their feet. They then made them, one after another, complete the game of "eagle catching chicks," a formation that initially seemed somewhat comical but now appeared strangely poignant.

As a result, the formation had just been completed when they didn't even have time to start again.

With a 'thud,' a smoking melon grenade was launched from the grenade launcher and landed about ten meters away.

Before anyone could react, the melon grenade exploded.

The shrapnel from the explosion didn't injure anyone, but the mud and sand kicked up by the shockwave threw the newly organized "Eagle Catches Chicks" team into chaos again.

Anne and the others quickly helped and comforted him, and he calmed down after a few seconds.

Such terrible conditions had already driven the contractor to the brink of rage, and what happened next made him lose all restraint.

After reorganizing the team, the foreman gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran towards a seriously injured man that he and Xiao Ding had been carrying.

Just because Zhang the butcher is dead doesn't mean we can stop eating pork.
Even without that good-for-nothing Xiao Ding, he would carry the seriously injured man out by himself.

The heartbreaking thing was that the foreman had only taken a step or two when a shot from a Mauser pistol rang out, and the seriously wounded man was already dead.

It turns out that he realized that in the current dire situation, because of his own actions, the entire team might be wiped out here.

He silently drew his pistol from his waist and shot himself in the forehead.

The foreman was stunned by the gunshot.

On the battlefields of Russia, in Bakhmut and Kursk—meat grinder-like battlefields—he saw far too many wounded soldiers pleading and crying, saying they still had families and hoped to be saved.

Where have I ever seen a case where someone silently commits suicide so as not to be a burden to others?

Doesn't he have family and want to live a good life? He wasn't born from a rock; of course he has family and wants to live a good life.

It was precisely this situation—that led to his suicide—that shocked the contractor the most.

But the bigger shock was yet to come. Perhaps it was the actions of this seriously injured soldier that gave the other three seriously injured soldiers more determination and set an example for them.

The next second, exclamations of surprise rang out from Cross, Veteran, Fifteen, Guard, and others.

It turned out that while the others were not paying attention, the other three wounded soldiers used guns or bayonets to stab themselves as well.

However, in an instant, all four seriously wounded soldiers died.

If it were before, especially along the route from the reed marshes to the Great Wall at Dalongmen, the contractor would probably have secretly rejoiced at the absence of these heavy burdens.

His feelings at this moment were completely different.

In just over ten hours, he had truly come to regard these seriously wounded as respected predecessors, so they were by no means a burden.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, another Japanese grenade launcher was fired.

Even though the Japanese soldiers in that grenade launcher squad were affected by the bullets that Black Star hastily fired half a second before firing, causing the accuracy of their Little Melon grenades to deviate considerably.

It landed about 20 meters away and caused no casualties.

The violent explosion successfully jolted the contractor, who had been stunned by the series of shocks, back to reality; and once he was awake, the man was completely different.

He could no longer afford to be cautious, this was the magic weapon that had kept him alive on the battlefield until now.

He didn't care that if he died here, he couldn't be resurrected in the modern world, and what would he do about the debts he had already paid off but hadn't finished paying off.

If he had any thoughts on his mind, they were only his deep hatred for that good-for-nothing Xiao Ding and the Japanese devils.

This was a level of hatred he had never felt before on the Russian battlefield, towards those Russians and their adversaries disguised as Russians.

And the unwavering determination to escort the remaining wounded, children, and students out, no matter the cost, even if it means dying here.

Just then, the guard in charge of the stretcher team shouted out in a sorrowful tone:
"Let's go! Don't let these seriously wounded brothers die in vain."

After shouting, the guards, who were finally free, along with Cross and the veteran, picked up their weapons and opened fire, joining the suppression of the Japanese soldiers.

Amid the gunfire, the foreman picked up the Mauser pistol that the seriously wounded man had used to commit suicide, raised his hand, and fired two shots at Xiao Ding, who was running around frantically.

The first shot, because I wasn't used to the thing's amazing recoil, the bullet went way off course.

With the second shot, the foreman, having gained some experience and a bit of luck, hit Xiao Ding squarely in the back; the guy shuddered and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the contractor felt an indescribable sense of relief, but it was far more enjoyable than any of the rest periods he had spent learning Russian with the Russian girl.

Unfortunately, this feeling was just beginning, and there wasn't even time to savor it properly.

He was kicked in the butt, followed by what seemed to be the old bird called the guard's angry roar reaching his ears:
"Stop dawdling! Go help the night-blind team members walk."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Those damn bastards are almost out of bullets!"

Upon receiving this order, the foreman rushed forward and helped up a wounded soldier from the 7th Company who was still able to move.

The other members of the original stretcher team, including Fifteen and Xinhuo, who were now free, did the same.

With the help of several students, it was as if every person with night blindness had someone to assist them, and their previously slow, snail-like pace was finally accelerated.

As they helped the wounded man move forward quickly, the Japanese pursuers behind them fired a flare.

In the pale light emitted by the flares, the foreman couldn't help but glance back.

I glanced at that seriously injured person who had committed suicide, whose name I still don't know, where he was from, or what his family situation was like.

His military uniform was tattered, his body was wrapped in bandages in many places, and his face was covered in gunpowder and blood.

But the expression on his lifeless face was indescribably calm and carefree, so much so that when the foreman looked over, he found that the man seemed to be just asleep.

In an instant, the contractor felt a little better because he had killed Xiao Ding, but then his mood was filled with an indescribable sense of sorrow.

In this state of mind, as he helped the wounded man hurry forward, he couldn't help but pause for half a second when he passed by Xiao Ding's body lying on the ground.

Why stop? Of course, it's to kick him angrily, sending him scurrying to the side of the road like a dead dog, so he won't block everyone's way...

When the last spare magazine was down to half its original size.

Hu Biao and the others saw Xin Huo helping a child who should be named Xie Liang, and they quickly passed by behind them; immediately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Because by this point, all the children, the wounded, and the students had successfully broken through the passage they had torn open.

However, they dared not be careless, because the four ATs covering the rear were still in danger.

Immediately, Hu Biao pulled out a signal pistol holstered on his thigh, pulled the trigger into the air, and signaled to the four men covering his retreat that they could withdraw.

Upon receiving the signal, AT and the other three immediately emptied the magazines completely at top speed.

Then each of them threw one or two grenades, and with this burst of firepower, they pushed back the dozens of Japanese soldiers who were flanking them from behind.

Then, they all took off running.

Regardless of anything else, they chose to trust their comrades, believing they could suppress the Japanese firepower and buy them enough time and space to evacuate.

After they took off running, Hu Biao and the others realized that the familiar rhythm of the battle had returned.

The distance of over 100 meters was covered in just over ten seconds by AT and his team, who sprinted like they were in a 100-meter dash.

This breakout operation can be considered a preliminary success.

This is the fighting level of these people under normal circumstances...

(End of this chapter)