The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 483 Seizing the Gun (Two Chapters Combined)

Time: 3:19 am.

After shouting "Change magazine!" as a reminder to his comrade-in-arms, Huang Adi took off the empty magazine and reached for his chest sling.

After searching through empty magazines, he realized that the last MP28 submachine gun he carried was out of ammo.

Instinctively, he shouted again, "Zhang Yishou, give me a spare magazine."

The third brother, who was firing in bursts, occasionally firing a bullet behind him to slow down the Japanese soldiers who were catching up, didn't even touch the ammunition pouch on his chest.

He replied aloud, "Dream on, I'm out of bullets too, this is the last one in the gun."

Then, the third brother raised his voice a few octaves and casually greeted the other two, AT and Old K, who were taking turns covering the rear with him and Huang Adi:

"You cripple and Iron-Crutch Li, how many spare magazines do you have left? Give me one if you have any extras."

Two rather frustrated voices came through the gaps in the gunfire: "I'm out," and "I have one last one, but I have to switch soon, so I don't have many left."

Actually, after hearing the above answer, Huang Adi did not feel very depressed.

If there's anything to it, it's the sheer helplessness.

The fact that their MP28 submachine guns, which use 7.63x25mm pistol ammunition, have only run out now without being replenished is already an unexpected bonus.

If it weren't for the fact that one or two magazines had been transferred from Hu Biao and the others earlier,

And try to use single shots as much as possible in combat to conserve ammunition.

Otherwise, their automatic weapons would have run out of ammunition an hour or two ago, and they wouldn't have been able to hold out until now.

Without the slightest hesitation, after confirming that they could not obtain replacement bullets and magazines of the relevant caliber.

Huang Adi decisively threw away his MP28 submachine gun, which was no better than a fire poker if he didn't have bullets, as if it were trash.

Next, he drew a Browning M1911 pistol from his waist, ready to fire at the Japanese soldiers behind him.

But at the very moment he pulled the trigger, he dejectedly lowered the pistol from his hand.

There's no other reason! Even though the Browning M1911 pistol he was carrying was a professional military pistol, its maximum effective range was only 50 meters due to the short barrel length.

Beyond this range, it's not that you can't kill someone.

However, his accuracy is too poor, making it difficult to hit the target.

So Huang Adi was quite frustrated to discover that after throwing away his submachine gun, he only had a pistol with two spare magazines on him, and a shotgun that was powerful in close combat but became less accurate beyond 20 meters.

These two weapons were no longer sufficient to complete the subsequent task of alternating rearguard action.

What to do? It seems the only option is to try and take some weapons from the Japanese.

Although the Type 38 rifles used by the Japanese soldiers were somewhat of a pain, requiring the bolt to be pulled back after each shot, at least their range was long enough.

After considering this, Huang Adi made a decisive decision.

He turned to his three companions and shouted, "Brothers, shall we do it?"

Even though Huang Adi's words were somewhat nonsensical, thanks to their excellent understanding among their partners, the other three—AT, Lao San, and Lao K—immediately understood what Huang Adi meant:
They lay in ambush, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sudden attack.

We wiped out the vanguard of a pursuing Japanese force and seized their weapons.

Without any hesitation or agonizing, AT and the other two all shouted "Good!" and with a few simple tactical gestures, they achieved a pretty good tactic.

To put it simply: I still have a spare magazine and a relatively sufficient supply of ammunition for my AT, so I continue to retreat while firing.

And he fired even more frequently, drawing the Japanese soldiers behind him to continue their pursuit, so they wouldn't notice anything amiss.

Huang Adi, Lao San, and Lao K hid separately in some ditches or behind rocks by the roadside.

They waited for the vanguard of the Japanese troops to catch up in a hurry, then launched a sudden attack when the Japanese were caught off guard, taking them all down in a fierce barrage of fire.

Before the main Japanese force could react, they grabbed guns and bullets and ran away.

The main strategy was to exploit a time difference and launch a surprise attack to wipe out the Japanese soldiers who entered the ambush area...

About a minute later, Huang Adi and the others, who were hiding in different concealed places, had very serious expressions.

They realized they had miscalculated; they had only prepared one table of dishes, but it seemed like several tables of guests had arrived.

Based on the increasingly dense footsteps, he deduced that the vanguard of the pursuing Japanese troops behind him was larger than he had initially anticipated—probably as many as thirty or forty men.

Suddenly, a very crucial problem arose: there were only three of them lying in ambush.

Will the firepower that bursts out at that moment be enough to wipe out so many Japanese soldiers?

If there are too many Japanese soldiers left, launch a counterattack after you realize what's happening, thus entangle them and prevent them from grabbing weapons and running away. What will happen when the main force arrives?
To be honest, with the firepower of just three of them, it would be extremely difficult to wipe out so many people in one go.

However, the vanguard of the Japanese troops was about to reach their hiding place. They didn't have time to abandon their ambush plan and retreat, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Realizing this, Huang quickly estimated the speed of the Japanese soldiers and how long it would take for them to reach their hiding place.

First, he imitated the chirping of a cricket, making two "cheep cheep" sounds, which served as a signal to the third brother and the old K that they were ready to make their move.

He then took a small melon grenade from his person, pulled the pin, and tapped it on a rock.

He originally didn't intend to do that, mainly because he was worried that the noise from striking the grenade would alert the Japanese and make them lose their surprise attack.

But the Japanese vanguard was too numerous; without grenades, it would be difficult to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, just as he detonated the grenade, AT fired a shot in his direction; the gunshot, combined with the dense footsteps of the Japanese vanguard, successfully drowned out the sound of the grenade hitting the ground.

His adventure did not alert the Japanese soldiers.

As he breathed a slight sigh of relief, Huang Adi silently counted 'one, two, three' to himself.

He stood up abruptly when he counted to three, which meant he held a Type 97 grenade, whose fuse lasted only four or five seconds, in his hand for three seconds.

It was only in a critical situation, when it could explode at any moment, that it was hastily thrown out.

At most half a second slower than Huang Adi, two more grenades flew out from a nearby location, heading towards the Japanese soldiers.

Those were Old K and Old Three, who made the same choice and took the same action as him.

All three grenades exploded in mid-air before hitting the ground because they were held in the hand for a full three seconds before being hastily thrown.

The shockwaves generated by their explosions propelled dense fragments through the air, creating an airburst effect with optimal lethality.

Suddenly struck by such a blow, about ten Japanese soldiers were knocked down.

Most importantly, the remaining personnel immediately fell into a brief state of panic; and this state of panic was exactly what Huang Adi and his men had hoped for.

As the old saying goes, strike while the iron is hot.

The moment the grenade was thrown, the three men simultaneously sprang from their hiding places, each armed with a short-barreled shotgun, and launched a fierce attack.

With each step they took forward, they simultaneously pulled the trigger, unleashing a 12-gauge shotgun shell amidst a thunderous roar.

Then, as he stepped forward, he quickly pulled the forend below the barrel and loaded a new bullet.

He subtly adjusted the muzzle and aimed at the next victim; as he took the first step, he decisively pulled the trigger, firing another 12-gauge shotgun shell.

Although only three shotguns were firing, the burst of firepower was exceptionally fierce.

The dense barrage of steel balls, launched in a fan shape, caused the already panicked Japanese soldiers, caught off guard by the sudden attack, to be easily brought to the ground and slaughtered.

Before long, the three men had run out of shotgun ammunition.

In a synchronized motion, they simultaneously released their shotguns; then, without the slightest hesitation, they drew a pistol and continued firing.

In just three or four seconds, each of them emptied their Browning M1911 pistols, each with a magazine containing a total of seven 11.43mm rounds.

At this point, they had used up all the firepower they could muster.

But now there were still a dozen or so Japanese soldiers standing in front of them, including a Japanese lieutenant. Seeing that they had run out of pistol bullets, the lieutenant suddenly became invigorated; he drew a samurai sword and roared to drive the other nine Japanese soldiers forward, who charged at him with their bayonets drawn.

Faced with these charging Japanese soldiers, Huang and his two brothers couldn't reload their pistols and keep firing. It was too late.

Although they have practiced for a long time, they can now change a pistol magazine very quickly, in just two or three seconds.

The Japanese soldiers at the forefront were only seven or eight meters away from them, clearly too late.

With no other choice, the two sides had to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Huang Adi drew the cleaver from his waist, while Lao K and Lao San flicked their toes on the ground, holding a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet in their hands, and bravely charged forward.

The main force of the Japanese army consisted of a group of about 120 or 130 Japanese soldiers.

Now, about 200 meters behind, they saw the vanguard troops fall into an ambush and were now charging forward at full speed.

At their sprinting speed, they could reach the top of the sky in just half a minute.

So the most crucial question is that Huang Adi and his two companions not only have to take down more than three times their number of opponents in hand-to-hand combat, but they also have to keep the fight under 25 seconds.

Only in this way could they have the time and opportunity to safely retreat with the stolen Japanese weapons...

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As they rushed forward to meet them, Huang Adi and the other two quickly realized their predicament in a fleeting glance: they had to eliminate the Japanese soldiers within 25 seconds.

Without any communication whatsoever, the three of them tacitly made the same choice:

With a push of his feet, he increased his speed by another three points, and headed towards different opponents.

The reason for doing this is simple: the Japanese soldiers are very skilled at bayonet fighting, especially when several of them work together to form a bayonet formation, which makes them even more troublesome.

With their abilities, taking down those ten Japanese soldiers shouldn't be a problem, but it will definitely take more than 25 seconds.

So even though they were wounded, they couldn't let these Japanese soldiers gather together; they had to kill them quickly.

Sure enough! After charging towards a burly Japanese veteran, who was as thick as a door pier, the man suddenly stopped in his tracks.

With his front leg bent and his back leg taut, he habitually assumed a standard stance for assassination, then used his hands and back to thrust his bayonet at Huang Adi.

Originally, it was estimated that the intention was to stab the chest, but because the height difference between him and Huang Adi was at least 20 centimeters, the stab ended up being aimed at the waist.

Even so, this bayonet strike was so fast and urgent that a normal person simply couldn't dodge it.

If Huang A-di were stabbed in the waist, he would at least suffer the serious consequence of having his kidneys ripped open.

Fortunately, after being continuously enhanced in all aspects of his physical fitness by that mysterious being, Huang Adi now has a stronger neurological response than ordinary people.

After a quick sidestep, he successfully dodged the assassination attempt.

Even so, the gleaming bayonet narrowly grazed his waist, tearing through several layers of clothing and slicing through a thin layer of skin.

It can be said that if Huang Adi had been even slightly slower, the bayonet would have pierced his kidney.

As he dodged the bayonet, Huang Adi swung his cleaver in his right hand at the old Japanese soldier's neck.

He planned to sever the other person's head with one stroke.

It's a bit of a pity! The old Japanese soldier, who was originally short and stout like a door pier, failed to get his wish to have Huang Adi cut off his neck after he shrank back.

But it didn't matter; the slash landed squarely on the face of the veteran Japanese soldier, and the effect was just as excellent.

A cleaver that could easily cut through pig bones, with a single heavy blow, not only severed the Japanese soldier's nasal bone, but also smashed his entire face.

The Japanese veteran collapsed to the ground screaming amidst the splattering blood.

He didn't die immediately after falling to the ground, but his hands, feet, and body convulsed violently, indicating that he was not far from death.

Because he was too close to the Japanese veteran, warm blood splattered all over Huang Adi's face; some of it even splashed directly into the guy's open mouth.

The sweet and pungent taste made Huang Adi act even more wildly than if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Or to put it another way, the various frustrating things they encountered during this transmigration have intensified the pent-up rage in the hearts of every veteran.

If they were far away and exchanging fire with the Japanese, they could at least restrain themselves.

Once they come into close contact with blood, stimulated by the strong smell of blood, their violent emotions are immediately triggered, and they will do things they would not normally do.

Just as the Japanese veteran, whose face had been hacked to pieces, fell down screaming in agony.

Then another Japanese soldier, bayoneted, seized the opportunity and swiftly thrust forward.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Huang Adi swiftly extended his right hand and grabbed the gleaming bayonet tightly, using his strength to prevent the Japanese soldier from stabbing him any further.

After realizing they couldn't stab him, the Japanese soldier instinctively pulled backward, intending to use the intense pain from the pulling motion to make Huang Adi let go.

Even though the Japanese bayonets weren't deliberately sharpened, such a pulling motion still caused a deep, bone-revealing cut on Huang Adi's left palm.

In a very short time, his palms and bayonets were stained red with blood.

But Huang Adi acted as if that hand wasn't his own, or as if he felt no pain at all. He gripped it even tighter and pulled, actually managing to drag the Japanese soldier to his side.

After staggering forward one step, the Japanese soldier finally realized that the situation was bad.

He loosened his grip on the Type 38 rifle, which he had been holding tightly, and prepared to retreat immediately.

But it was all too late, because Huang Adi was already swinging his cleaver with his right hand, the moonlight reflecting off it, and was already slashing towards his neck.

If you get hit, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

No! This Japanese soldier might not actually die.

At the same time, the Japanese lieutenant rushed over from the right, raising his samurai sword high and slashing at Huang Adi's back.

In other words, if Huang Adi hadn't been there much, then when he killed the Japanese soldier in front of him with one blow, he would also have taken a severe blow to the back from the Japanese soldier.

If he had taken a step back to the right, he could have dodged the blow and the Japanese soldier could have survived.

In a normal battle, Huang Adi would naturally dodge; only by ensuring his own survival could he kill more Japanese soldiers.

The key issue is that the main force of the Japanese army will arrive soon, so there is no time to get entangled with the enemy in front of us.

So Huang Adi's choice was: dodge it for what? As he tensed his back muscles, he continued to swing the cleaver in his right hand.

After a flash of cold light, the Japanese soldier's neck was severed.

At the same time, he naturally took a severe blow to the back. After a surge of immense pain, Huang Adi shouted out an incredibly grotesque Japanese phrase:
"Yama-dip~"

Furthermore, his tone of voice and facial expression showed no sign of pain; on the contrary, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Huang Adi's favorite Japanese teacher from the modern world.

That Japanese lieutenant naturally didn't know or recognize that Japanese teacher.

However, as a Japanese soldier, he naturally understood the meaning of that enchanting Japanese phrase.

Huang Adi's bizarre behavior caused his mind to go blank for a moment; even though this blank lasted only a very short time, it still cost the Japanese soldier his precious life.

Despite the excruciating pain in his back, Huang Adi swiftly turned around and swung his sword down again with his right hand.

The moment the cold glint flashed in his eyes, the Japanese lieutenant had already come to his senses and instinctively raised the junior officer's katana in front of him.

Unfortunately, this instinctive reaction had no effect whatsoever, not even on the yarn.

With a clang and sparks flying, the katana was cleaved in two.

Then the gleaming cleaver continued to slash, the sharp blade striking the Japanese lieutenant's face, penetrating at least four or five centimeters deep.

It was from this point on that a completely new window seemed to open before Huang Adi's eyes.

Of course! He didn't go gay; he just suddenly discovered some close-combat tricks that might not be so proper, but were quite useful for killing Japanese soldiers.

As long as it kills the Japanese devils, then it's the best way...

(End of this chapter)