The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 471 Destroying the Watchtower (Part Two)
On the left side of Mendun Mountain, while Hu Biao and his men were fighting in the pillbox, Huang Adi and K, who belonged to the same group, naturally wouldn't just sit idly by and watch the show.

In fact, the two of them had already been assigned a task when they were assigned tasks in the deserted village.

They were responsible for taking out the two sides of the pillbox. It wasn't a large bunker, but if the Japanese soldiers hid inside and put up a stubborn resistance, it would be quite troublesome.

So after crossing the drawbridge, unlike Hu Biao who rushed straight to the pillbox, they each led a puppet soldier and deliberately rushed towards the two bunkers on the left and right.

The moment Hu Biao made his move, the two were about to reach the edge of the bunker.

Without any provocation, they all pulled out the short-barreled shotguns hidden under their uniforms, quickly stepped forward, and inserted the barrels into the firing ports of the bunker.

As he moved the gun barrel left and right, the sound of gunfire rang out incessantly, emptying all five shotgun shells from the chamber in a very short time.

The Japanese built this type of bunker on a small scale, only able to accommodate four or five people.

After Huang and his brother opened fire, the steel balls of the No. 12 shotgun shells flew densely in the narrow space, and some even bounced off the walls.

The Japanese soldiers and puppet troops hiding among them had absolutely no chance of finding a place to hide.

After firing all five shotgun shells in one go, were all the people inside dead? Huang Adi and his men weren't sure about that.

But what is certain is that when the two men looked through the firing port, they did not see a single Japanese soldier or puppet soldier who could still stand.

In other words, Huang Adi and Lao K were more efficient at solving their targets than Hu Biao and his men in the pillbox.

Even so, their battle was not completely over.

Neither of them chose to reload their shotguns. Instead, they threw them away and pulled out a Browning M1911 pistol from their backs.

On the left and right, each led a puppet soldier who hadn't played much of a role earlier.

They continued charging towards the shacks, intending to see if any Japanese soldiers or puppet troops were hiding there; if so, they would naturally wipe them all out.

The difference was that Huang Adi only rushed out a few steps.

Suddenly, a puppet soldier wearing an apron, who appeared to be a cook, rushed out of a shack.

Before Huang Adi could even hurriedly shout "Surrender and you will not be killed," this guy, for reasons unknown, brandished a gleaming cleaver and slashed straight at him.

Fortunately, before the sharp blade could fall, Huang Adi raised his hand and fired a shot, killing the cook instantly.

The cleaver in the cook's hand immediately fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and then bounced to Huang Adi's feet. He knew where the impulse had come from.

After picking it up, he grabbed a cleaver in one hand and a pistol in the other and rushed straight into the nearest shack.

The moment before entering the door, Huang Adi felt a huge sense of crisis, which made him instinctively roll on the spot.

As he tumbled toward the ground, a bullet grazed his military cap.

It could be said that Huang Adi was just a hair's breadth away from being killed by a Japanese soldier named Lao Liu who was squatting in the shack.

Although Huang Adi escaped one disaster, the puppet troops following behind him were far less fortunate, their necks being pierced directly by a 6.5mm bullet.

After collapsing to the ground clutching his neck, it was clear he wouldn't survive.

It was precisely because of this that, due to the various troubles he encountered after this time travel, Huang Adi, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, finally let his negative emotions explode.

Faced with a Japanese soldier who was standing up while continuing to pull the bolt of his gun, he did not choose to shoot him, nor did he even get up from the ground.

Instead, it chose to roll forward, like a ball that had been kicked hard.

In a series of rapid rolls, he arrived in front of the Japanese soldier.

With a swing of his cleaver, a bright flash of light appeared, and the Japanese soldier's left calf was forcibly severed by brute force.

The Japanese soldiers, having lost their balance, immediately screamed and fell to the ground.

However, this was only the beginning of his tragic ordeal, because after Huang Adi squatted down, he pressed one hand firmly against the Japanese soldier's chest, while the cleaver in his other hand was already raised high.

With one swift stroke, he severed the Japanese soldier's right leg.

Huang Adi now had only one extremely violent thought in his mind: You little devils, you can't take a joke, you actually launched a sneak attack, I'll chop you into the legendary human stick first... Compared to the emotionally agitated and now completely outburst-filled fat Huang Adi, Old K's condition was much more normal.

He led a group of puppet soldiers to defect, and they stormed into several shacks, but found no Japanese soldiers or puppet soldiers.

But that doesn't matter. What matters is that he discovered a huge surprise in the last shack.

Because it was a kitchen, and in the large jars, besides water, there was also a lot of rice, flour, and cooking oil—the food supplies they were looking forward to.

More importantly, on one side of the cutting board, there is a whole, already prepared, fat sheep, along with ingredients such as radishes, cabbage, vermicelli, chili peppers, scallions, ginger, garlic, and sesame paste.

So, these Japanese soldiers and their collaborators are planning to have a treat today, perhaps a hot pot meal?
Who cares! Anyway, they all belong to them now; thinking of Hu Biao's amazing skills, Old K couldn't help but drool.

Thinking of those children who will finally be able to eat a decent meal fills me with an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Of course, Old K also knew that there was a very crucial prerequisite before enjoying such delicacies.

They have basically succeeded in capturing the hill on the left, but the hill on the right is still under fighting because it was exposed beforehand, and they must take it.

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"Damn it! Where did things go wrong? My Japanese is absolutely perfect."

I hid behind a bunker, feeling the bullets whizzing overhead.

Xinhuo, a complete novice, was loading bullets into his Type 38 rifle while pondering something that seemed rather perplexing.

This is the situation on the hilltop to the right.

This group consists of time travelers including Uncle Bo, Black Star, Lao Yu, Lao San, Guard, Mo Shuiyan, Mr. Nanze, Xiao Cui, Foreman, Lao Che, and Sister Yi, who are leading eight former puppet soldiers.

The reason there are more people on this side than on the left is that there is supposedly a Type 92 heavy machine gun on the pillbox here, which poses a greater threat.

Their journey was smooth, and they crossed the suspension bridge over the trench.

Then, behind a firing port on the second floor of the pillbox, the main gunner of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, as they got closer, also vaguely sensed that something was wrong with these people.

And this situation was also discovered by Uncle Bo, a seasoned veteran.

Even Uncle Bo, disguised as a puppet soldier, was still holding Xiao Cui's arm, pretending to have captured the girl.

Unfortunately, Xiao Cui didn't realize the danger of being exposed, and naturally, she didn't have the quick thinking to pull open her floral cotton-padded jacket.

It's even less likely that the PhD would actively try to pull open the girl's clothes, although he probably would be happy to do so.

So Uncle Bo's response at the time was twofold: first, to pray that the Japanese might become suspicious, but not react too quickly, at least until one or two of them rushed into the pillbox first.

Secondly, without making a sound, he took a Hanyang rifle that he was carrying on his back into his hand.

If we were to be exposed prematurely, we would first fire a shot to take out the Japanese's most powerful firing point.

A second or two later, the Japanese soldier shouted, "Close the door! They're Eighth Route Army guerrillas!" and started shooting. In the blink of an eye, two puppet soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were killed.

As the gate to the pillbox was hastily closed, it meant that Uncle Bo's prayers had been in vain, and they had been exposed prematurely.

He stopped, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger. In a flash, Uncle Bo fired a shot at the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gunner.

Then, he fired a shot he was absolutely certain of, but it went astray.

It was definitely not a problem with his marksmanship; it was simply that the Hanyang rifle he was using was too old, the rifling was worn out too badly, and the bullet trajectory was severely off.

The only saving grace is that veterans like Black Star and Mr. Nanze reacted quite quickly.

Before the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops in the bunker could react, they rushed up in time and killed them all with shotguns; allowing everyone to now hide behind the bunker and exchange fire with the Japanese soldiers in the pillbox.

However, with their firepower, they were clearly no match for the Japanese soldiers in the pillbox.

Soon after, they fell into a clear disadvantage...

(End of this chapter)