The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 484 Continued Attrition (Two-in-One Chapter)

When Old K slammed the sturdy butt of his Type 38 rifle heavily onto the chin of the Japanese soldier in front of him, a crisp 'crack' sound immediately reached his ears.

These sounds confirmed one thing for him:
The Japanese soldier in front of me has already suffered a comminuted fracture in his chin, which is basically the end of the problem.

That was indeed the case. After being hit by the rifle butt, the Japanese soldier immediately collapsed like a wooden stake; he didn't die, but he was knocked unconscious by the pain and could no longer continue fighting.

But Old K, who had successfully killed a Japanese soldier, had an indescribable look of solemnity on his face.

The most crucial reason is that he and the third brother, the guard, the thug, and the others had only joined the team during the last time they traveled through time. They had only had one chance to improve their physical abilities, so they didn't have much time to train and improve.

Their marksmanship is alright; once they've fired a lot of bullets in combat, they all become quite good.

However, in terms of close combat ability, apart from the professional MMA athlete, the others are somewhat lacking.

Especially after focusing their training in close combat techniques on the "Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge," their skills and abilities in bayonet fighting were quite limited.

So now, after fighting several Japanese soldiers with a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet, he is facing a rather dire situation.

For example:
It took him seven or eight seconds to kill a Japanese soldier, but he paid the price by being stabbed in the left side by a Japanese soldier with a bayonet.

Not only are my clothes torn, but now my right rib area also burns with pain whenever I make a big movement.

A few meters away, three Japanese soldiers, bayonets at the ready, had formed a bayonet-fighting formation to support each other and charged toward him.

What a joke! Old K still has some tricks up his sleeve.

He was already struggling to fight a single Japanese soldier with bayonets, so he was no match for a group of three. He might be stabbed to the ground in just a few exchanges.

Finally, I glanced hastily into the distance.

He discovered that the main force of the Japanese troops was getting closer and closer as they charged forward.

In short, the idea of ​​wiping out the vanguard of the Japanese army within 25 seconds and then evacuating with weapons and ammunition became an impossible task.

What to do? Let's cook it cold.

After gritting his teeth, Old K retreated rapidly behind him.

However, his frantic retreat was definitely not out of cowardice or fear of death, nor was it an attempt to run away. Rather, it was to buy himself more time to execute a scorched-earth tactic.

Specifically, while retreating rapidly, he freed up his right hand to take a small melon grenade from his waist.

He used his teeth to pull out the safety pin, quickly tapped it on his helmet to trigger the fuse, and then fastened the smoking grenade to his belt.

At the same time, it stopped its frantic retreat and started moving forward again.

It's like carrying something that will explode in four or five seconds, and charging back at the three Japanese soldiers with a bayonet.

So why didn't Old K throw the grenade directly at the Japanese soldiers? It's because four or five seconds is enough time for three Japanese soldiers to escape the blast radius.

Even if they managed to disrupt their formation of three-person teams in this way, they were still no match for the spearmen.

Pull the bolt and fire? No, that won't work either. He was having a bit of bad luck; the rifle he hastily picked up from the ground was already empty of bullets.

Anyway, charging forward with smoking grenades was the best method Old K could think of in the blink of an eye.

And then he saw his opponent charging towards him with a grenade that was about to explode.

The three Japanese soldiers' reaction was exactly what Old K had expected.

These cowards, who bully the weak and fear the strong, turned pale and stopped in their tracks when they saw an opponent even more ruthless than themselves. They then turned around and began to flee.

In their panic, they lost their sense of direction. One of them fled to the left, while the other two fled to the right.

But Old K, who had already gone all out, was not about to let them have their way.

He quickly stepped forward, thrusting the bayonet of his Type 38 rifle straight into the back of a Japanese soldier who was fleeing to the left, piercing him through.

After letting out a scream, it immediately collapsed to the ground.

Just as he plunged the bayonet into the back of the Japanese soldier, Old K decisively released his Type 38 rifle.

The main action was drawing bayonets, as we were afraid of wasting too much time. Not only would the other two Japanese soldiers have run far away, but they would also split up and run away after they realized what was happening.

Thanks to Old K's decisiveness, the two Japanese soldiers who ran to the right glanced at each other after running five or six steps, and instinctively separated, preparing to escape to the left and right respectively.

But just as the two stepped apart, a strong arm was placed on their shoulders.

With a forceful pull, they were pulled back together into a broad embrace, their necks held tightly by an arm.

With a lift, the two little dwarfs' legs left the ground.

The sight of someone struggling and kicking their legs wildly in the air has a strangely comical quality when viewed from a distance.

The owner of this embrace was none other than Old K, who had quickly stepped forward after releasing his rifle; he used this method to stop the Japanese soldiers from escaping and to take them with him on their journey.

The two Japanese soldiers, fully aware of the consequences, had no desire to die with Old K.

In their struggle for survival, the two men fought frantically; one of the more vicious Japanese soldiers even used his elbow to strike Old K's left ribs, where he had been wounded by a bayonet.

No matter how hard they struggled and elbowed, the arms that locked their necks remained motionless, as if welded shut.

Realizing his struggles were futile, and that little melon grenade was about to explode at any moment.

The two Japanese soldiers, who were being held tightly by the old man, had despair etched on their faces without them even realizing it...

Looking at the Japanese soldier in front of him who had been stabbed in the abdomen, he clutched his wound and collapsed in agony, with no more opponents in front of him.

The third brother took a deep breath, and his emotions calmed down a little.

Here's the problem: Lao San and Lao K both joined the team during the same time travel.

Even since Old K came from the PLA, he had some training in bayonet fighting and military boxing, so logically he should be stronger in close combat.

Why is Old K playing so hard right now, while Old Three is having such an easy time?

Don't ask! The answer is that Huang Adi, a teammate, came to help, and he did a big favor.

Just as Lao San was about to be taken down by three Japanese soldiers, Huang Adi, covered in blood and carrying a cleaver, appeared, exuding a murderous aura.

If that were all, it wouldn't be a big deal. The key point is that this guy charged over while using a tone that made Lao San's scalp tingle and his whole body stand up in goosebumps.

It kept making bizarre noises like "Yama-dee" and "Kawaisiri".

This strange commotion was almost unbearable even for Lao San, a modern man, let alone these country bumpkin-like Japanese soldiers.

They were momentarily distracted, but Huang Adi seized the opportunity perfectly and killed one of them in the blink of an eye.

With the remaining two Japanese soldiers, it was just right that Lao San and Huang Adi each took on one, finally making things fair.

In a one-on-one fight with a Japanese soldier, the third brother felt inexplicably ashamed just thinking about calling Huang Adi, but he couldn't help it because it looked genuinely useful.

After Huang Adi let out a high-pitched, demonic scream, he killed another Japanese soldier.

He also shouted, and taking advantage of the opponent's brief moment of distraction, he thrust his bayonet forward and successfully killed the opponent whose condition was clearly deteriorating.

So, they weren't making any shameful, grotesque noises at all; they were chanting a magical buff that would reduce the Japanese soldiers' fighting ability.

Unfortunately, it was only when the third brother had taken down his opponent that he felt a little relieved.

A loud explosion rang in his ears, and when he turned around, he found that he could no longer see the man nicknamed "Iron-Crutch Li".

So, along with his partner, "Zhang Yishou," also known as the "Heavenly Crippled and Earthly Defected Duo," was Old K.

Considering the incredibly difficult situation he faced during his initial bayonet fight with the Japanese, the meaning of that explosion was self-evident.

Even knowing that the other party could be perfectly resurrected after returning to the modern world.

But the sight of comrades willing to perish together, dragging the Japanese soldiers down with them, filled Lao San's heart with sorrow.

However, he had to suppress these sorrowful feelings.

Because a second after the explosion, Huang Adi's cursing reached his ears: "Zhang Yishou, if you're going to wail, wait until we're in a safe place."

The Japanese are about to come up. Quickly gather as many weapons and ammunition as possible from the ground and then retreat. Don't worry about me; I'll stay here to cover your retreat.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Adi quickly lay down on the ground, using the corpse of a Japanese soldier riddled with bullet holes as cover, and set up a light machine gun that he had just picked up.

Then he pulled the trigger and started firing.

Upon hearing this, the third brother quickly glanced in the direction of the main Japanese force and found that the group of Japanese soldiers who had rushed to the front were now about 60 or 70 meters away from them.

This distance isn't very far, but it still takes the Japanese soldiers seven or eight seconds to get there.

Logically speaking, if he and Huang Adi worked together, they could have picked up a few guns and ammunition boxes and then quickly retreated. Big Fatty shouldn't have needed to cover their retreat.

As a result, after calling on Huang Yizhi to join in the attack, they picked up some weapons and ammunition and quickly ran away.

After seeing something by chance, he couldn't say anything more. His eyes were red, and he bent down to carry the Type 38 rifles on his back.

He removed the Japanese soldiers' belts one by one and picked up the bunch of bullet boxes attached to them.

All of this was because he inadvertently saw the wound on Huang Adi's back, caused by the Japanese lieutenant's vicious stab.

It was a horrific wound, fifty or sixty centimeters long, deep enough to expose the bone.

So much so that the skin on both sides was torn open wide, like a child's gaping mouth; blood flowed out like it was free, staining Huang Adi's lower body blood red.

That explains why Brother Huang made such a bizarre sound during the previous battle.

The most crucial reason, I suppose, is that this bizarre method is used to suppress and vent the excruciating pain caused by this horrific wound.

In other circumstances, Huang Adi's injury might look frightening, but it wouldn't be fatal.

But nowadays, no one has time to stitch up and bandage his wounds, so Huang Adi won't be able to run far before he bleeds to death.

This is also the main reason why Huang Adi volunteered to stay behind.

After hastily picking up seven Type 38 rifles and five ammunition boxes, the third brother chased after Hu Biao and the others in the direction they had left.

Throughout the entire process, he never once looked back at Huang Adi, who was firing continuously and suppressing the main force of the Japanese troops.

It's not that I can't, but I don't dare.

He feared that if he turned around and saw that figure, covered in blood, still firing at the Japanese soldiers, he would be unable to resist staying to fight alongside them.

"In the long war against the Japanese invaders, which lasted fourteen years, the hardest thing was not fighting desperately or dying in battle, but trying every possible way to survive."

The sentence I heard somewhere was now so vivid in the third brother's mind.

Not long after, the third brother caught up with AT, who had just run out of bullets and thrown away his MP28 submachine gun. He then handed him a Type 38 rifle and a belt with a bullet box attached.

After receiving the rifle and belt, AT opened his mouth as if to ask something, but ultimately kept quiet.

The two men, carrying Type 38 rifles, continued their advance in a fighting stance.

After another three or four minutes, the two caught up with Hu Biao and his main force. After receiving a Type 38 rifle, Hu Biao noticed that two people were missing from behind and opened his mouth to ask something.

Suddenly, a huge explosion rang out about two miles behind us.

Based on Hu Biao's experience, such a commotion could only be caused by the simultaneous explosion of at least six or seven hand grenades; immediately, everyone knew what had happened.

The original problem has now become a series of new commands:
"Old Cao, Gap-toothed, you two go with Constipated Ghost and Zhang Yishou to cover the rear of the team in shifts."

Upon hearing this order, Van Gogh and Nan Zexian didn't waste any words and each took a Type 38 rifle and a belt from the third brother.

He carried an MP28 submachine gun on his back, choosing not to throw it away.

With only one magazine left, they only dared to use these precious automatic weapons in the most critical moments...

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Time: 4:27 am.

"Someone come here and help me change the barrel. The asbestos gloves are in my satchel, and the spare barrel is in the backpack I'm carrying. Hurry, hurry, hurry."

As he was firing wildly at an MG34 general-purpose machine gun, Xu Feng felt the barrel getting extremely hot and threatened to explode, so he shouted this.

His tone was filled with unspeakable anxiety.

There's no other way! This German general-purpose machine gun, when using a 75-round saddle-shaped magazine, can actually be operated by one person without anyone helping to drag the ammunition belt to feed the rounds.

However, if a single person is changing a gun barrel, they must first take out and put on heat-resistant asbestos gloves, take out a spare gun barrel, and then remove the scalding hot gun barrel to replace it.

A single sequence takes at least 20 seconds.

Normally, this amount of time wouldn't matter.

But since they were in a low hilly area with relatively flat terrain, the cavalry could barely be used; based on this terrain, the Japanese had arranged about a hundred cavalrymen here in advance.

Now these cavalrymen are doing everything they can to charge towards them.

If these Japanese cavalrymen were to get close, it would undoubtedly be a catastrophic disaster for their small unit.

Therefore, in order to suppress these Japanese cavalry, the MG34 general-purpose machine gun that Xu Feng had was very important, and it was absolutely essential that the firing not be stopped for an extended period of time.

It was really necessary; someone came up and helped him quickly change the barrel.

After shouting twice, Xu Feng caught a glimpse of a figure staggering towards him out of the corner of his eye. It must be someone who was helping to change the gun barrel. Xu Feng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon after, he realized that something was wrong.

What do you mean? In his eyes, it was something that could be done in a few quick 'clicks' with gloves on, just by putting on gloves and pulling out the gun barrel. But the newcomer tried to pull out the spare gun barrel he was carrying on his back two or three times and still couldn't.

At such a critical moment, wouldn't it be ridiculous to dawdle like this?

Xu Feng was about to curse when he turned his head and opened his mouth, but he saw that the person who came to help was Cong Yu, a female student.

The female student was clearly terrified; her face was as white as a sheet of paper, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Even so, she still bit her lip tightly and helped with clumsy movements.

Recalling the time when Xiao Cui had been dragging her along, Xu Feng vaguely understood something.

They swallowed their profanities and patiently guided each other, working together to finally replace a gun barrel that was already burning hot.

As long as the barrels are replaced, they are not too short of 7.92mm Mauser rifle bullets and spare ammunition belts.

Xu Feng immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said:
"Alright! Girl, you should hurry and retreat with the group. It's too dangerous here."

After saying that, looking at that pale little face, he quickly praised her again while changing to a new ammunition belt:
"Actually, you've done a great job. Everyone is scared when they first go to the battlefield, but they won't be scared after experiencing it a few more times."

"Let me tell you a secret, the first time Xiao Cui went to the battlefield, she was so scared she peed her pants."

Although the term "wetting one's pants" is rather unrefined for a young lady from a wealthy family like Cong Yu, it has an excellent effect.

Perhaps it was because she thought of Xiao Cui, who in her mind was as strong and brave as Mulan or Mu Guiying, yet had such a shameful past.

Cong Yu, the female student, was so surprised that her mouth gaped open, but her complexion visibly improved.

After finally realizing what he had thought of, he solemnly said to Xu Feng, "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave quickly as Xu Feng had instructed. At that crucial moment, Xu Feng shouted, "Get down!"

As he lay down, he also pulled Cong Yu to the ground.

The next second, a special grenade was fired, and it exploded several meters away.

After the explosion, Xu Feng, who felt like he had been stabbed in at least five or six pieces, immediately looked towards Cong Yu, the female student.

When they arrived, they found the young female student was already lifeless.

"You little devils, I'll f*** your mother!" After uttering a curse in Hunan dialect, Xu Feng continued firing.

Aside from the death of Cong Yu, the female student, after feeling the shrapnel wounds in her leg, she was already prepared to die here.

At 4:41 AM, Xu Feng was killed in battle...

(End of this chapter)