The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 464 The North Wind Howls (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

After AT and the other three met up with Hu Biao and his group, they did not dare to linger any longer.

Together, they numbered about ten experienced pilots, who split into two groups and, under alternating cover, continued their evacuation along a small path on the right.

To be honest, these Japanese devils are quite persistent; they still refuse to give up even now.

Or rather, Captain Iijima, as the company commander, absolutely could not allow the duck that was already in his grasp to fly away, especially when his own side had suffered heavy casualties, and for them to break through so easily.

He shouted frantically, urging his men to keep chasing, determined to catch these guys and seize their opportunity to curry favor with Brigade Commander Goro Mano and rise to prominence.

Unfortunately, this is happening under the current circumstances of alternating cover during the retreat.

Hu Biao and his group had time to take out the quick-loading device that Van Gogh had brought from their backpacks and load the empty magazines.

With enough ammunition, fighting in such a complex nighttime environment is practically their home turf.

The Japanese soldiers had only chased for about a hundred meters when they suffered more than twenty casualties.

Besides the dozen or so people who were killed or wounded by bullets, another dozen or so were injured or killed by some makeshift landmines that Hu Biao and his men had casually laid while fighting and retreating.

These landmines were actually just wooden-handled grenades, using a tripwire triggering method, and were simply placed on the road.

Unfortunately, in the darkness of the night, the Japanese soldiers who had rushed up to catch up had no way of seeing these simple landmines, and soon triggered two of them in succession.

Each explosion knocks down four or five people.

Even though Captain Iijima was still urging them on relentlessly, the Japanese soldiers under his command were moving slower and slower.

Seeing this, even though Captain Iijima was unwilling, he had no choice but to order his men to stop the pursuit; he let Hu Biao and his group get further and further away until they completely disappeared from sight.

Even so, this section of the ancient city wall has not yet completely calmed down.

That was due north, and faint gunshots could be heard from time to time.

When the sound of gunfire reached the ears of Hu Biao and his men, who were hastily retreating into the night, everyone except for Cao'er, the youngest child who was invisible, had an unusually grave expression.

They didn't experience the slightest bit of the joy that should have come from successfully breaking through.

For these people, those gunshots represented the warehouse manager, their partner, their comrade-in-arms, their brother-in-arms, or perhaps an old man, fighting against the Japanese.

And everyone was quite clear that he probably couldn't hold out for much longer in this battle...

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Even on such a dark night with such poor visibility, a gunshot rang out.

At a distance of over 300 meters, a Japanese light machine gunner who was firing suddenly stopped and fell to the ground in front of his Type 11 light machine gun.

The bullets that were originally flying around overhead were immediately reduced by more than half.

The warehouse manager who fired that brilliant shot, aside from muttering the number '21' to himself, showed no sign of pride on his face, only a solemn expression.

Indeed! The warehouse manager didn't feel proud of anything, because he had nowhere to escape.

Behind him was a towering cliff, the kind that was impossible to climb by hand; now he was hiding behind a large rock, constantly firing at the Japanese soldiers.

Although he had already taken down quite a few of the Japanese soldiers who had caught up with him, there were still more than thirty of them, armed with two light machine guns and grenade launchers.

Without room to maneuver, even with his excellent marksmanship, he couldn't possibly outgun so many people.

So the warehouse manager knew he was doomed, but fortunately he had seen Hu Biao's signal flare and knew that the others had finally broken through, making his sacrifice quite meaningful.

My only remaining wish is to kill as many Japanese soldiers as possible before I die, and ideally, to reach a count of 30 in my mouth.

However, the warehouse manager soon realized that this was wishful thinking.

When the number he was talking about became 23.

A Type 92 heavy machine gun squad, which had fallen to the rear among the Japanese pursuers, also caught up to this position and set up their machine guns more than 200 meters away.

Along with two other light machine guns, they fired at the rock he had hidden.

The dense barrage of bullets left him no chance to even look up and fire, because if he did, he would be riddled with bullets.

Hiding behind the rocks would only prolong his life slightly. At most twenty seconds later, a series of soft 'thuds' mingled with the gunshots reached the warehouse manager's ears.

The warehouse manager felt a chill run down his spine. He looked in the direction of the sound and, as he expected, a smoking grenade bounced and rolled before landing not far in front of him.

Instinctively, he picked it up, but the warehouse manager threw it away like a hot potato.

Within a second of being thrown, a loud explosion was heard, and flying fragments collided with rocks and sparks flying against the mountain walls.

Before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, several faint 'thuds' rang in their ears as more smoking grenades were thrown in.

With lightning-fast reflexes, the warehouse manager successfully threw the first and second grenades before they exploded.

When he reached for the third one, a burst of fire suddenly exploded in front of him, making him feel like a piece of junk being thrown into the air.

After falling heavily to the ground, the warehouse manager was not dead.

But with his body mangled by shrapnel, he was on his deathbed, his mind in a daze.

This is why some strange images appeared in his mind: at the current point in time in this world, none of them were present in the Pingxi base area.

Therefore, Fang Youcai and the wounded soldiers of the Seventh Company were able to complete that uncertain mission while the veterans and children carried them.

Then, the grass, which is invisible to the eye, starved to death.

As she lay dying, this little girl, delirious with hunger, cried out in delight:

Mom, I can see things again! The stars in the sky are so bright!

Xiao Hao was killed by a landmine while digging for landmines to blow up the Japanese soldiers; in the huge explosion, scraps of paper flew everywhere.

It turned out that his little schoolbag contained his precious flashcards.

This child has loved learning since childhood, but in this terrible era, there is nowhere left to put a quiet desk.

The cheerful and generous young girl from the performing arts troupe was killed by a fall; in order to draw away the Japanese soldiers from her comrades, she threw the grenade that she always kept tightly on her waist and led the Japanese soldiers in another direction.

By clinging to a cliff with both hands, he successfully evaded the Japanese search.

But after the Japanese soldiers left, the little girl no longer had the strength to climb back up the cliff. As she felt herself about to fall, she instinctively cried out:

"Mommy mommy."

Her piercing screams echoed through the empty valley, but her mother was nowhere to be found to save her.

In the end, she could only fall off the cliff like a newly blossoming flower.

There were also Xie Liang, Fang Youcai, and other unfamiliar faces...

In short, even the warehouse manager, who was used to tragedies during his time travels, couldn't accept the images that flashed through his mind and the tragic endings of everyone. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

An indescribable sense of resentment and unease caused him to suddenly sit up from the ground.

Squeezing out the last of his strength, he shouted at the top of his lungs in the direction where Hu Biao and the others were breaking out:

"Deadbeat, Boss Lady, Big Fool, Fatty, Consumptive, Crippled, Old Cucumber, Silent, Pockmarked... Old Car, Cross, Xin Huo, Foreman."

After calling out the names of all the transmigrators, whether veterans or newcomers, this time...

He then added, "Save those children, they absolutely cannot be harmed."

After shouting, he fell to the ground with a thud, completely dead, amidst the bewildered and terrified gazes of the Japanese soldiers who were slowly approaching with bayonets at the ready.

At the same time, Annie, who was already two miles away, suddenly stopped, her expression one of surprise and uncertainty.

Finally, he asked, "Mr. Hu, did you hear anything?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Biao pricked up his ears and listened intently, but apart from the unchanging howling north wind, which sounded like weeping and wailing, he couldn't hear any other sound at all...

(End of this chapter)