The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 501 Ambush (Part 2) (Bonus Chapter 23 for AT)

Pulling back the bolt to chamber a bullet, and after slightly adjusting the muzzle to lock onto the target, Hu Biao decisively pulled the trigger.

Amidst the distinctive crisp sound of the Type 38 rifle firing, a Japanese lieutenant colonel officer who was running at full speed had a spurt of blood on his forehead and was successfully killed.

The body of the Japanese major, who had lost his life, ran forward three or four more steps before collapsing to the ground like a wooden stake.

When he finally got to the bottom, his eyes widened in panic and indescribable frustration.

That said, the ambush launched by Hu Biao and his men had a perfect start.

In a sudden and unexpected attack, they not only completely blocked the entire Japanese convoy in a very short time, but also killed and wounded hundreds of Japanese soldiers through various arrangements, throwing them into complete chaos.

In the process, they even discovered a huge surprise.

After the battle began, one Japanese officer after another jumped out of the cargo compartments of two trucks in the middle of the convoy; there were at least twenty or thirty of them.

They wore crisp woolen military uniforms, with command swords at their waists and snow-white gloves on their hands.

The ranks on their collars were all those of field officers, mid-to-high-ranking officers in the Japanese army, above the rank of company commander; most were majors and lieutenant colonels, and there were three or four colonels as well.

Annie's eyes lit up as they jumped out of the car.

He adjusted the muzzle of his MG34 general-purpose machine gun and unleashed a burst of bullets, instantly taking down five or six men.

Mo Shuiyan quickly fired a special high-explosive grenade, killing several more people.

Without prior arrangement, Hu Biao and the others used their Type 38 rifles, pulling the bolts back to full power to fire.

In the blink of an eye, more than 70% of these Japanese mid- to high-ranking officers, equivalent to a brigade, were wiped out.

Even if they didn't know why so many Japanese officers were gathered in such a small group.

But that's not important. What's important is that even Tada Shun, the commander of the Japanese North China Area Army, must have felt extremely distressed upon hearing of such a loss.

Even so, while pulling back the barrel and loading a five-round magazine, Hu Biao, who was on the battlefield, showed no joy on his face, but rather an indescribable anxiety.

The reason is simple! Eliminating that group of Japanese officers was also a rather glorious achievement.

But the big fish, the Japanese devils, hasn't shown up yet. We don't know which truck they're hiding in, so this mission definitely can't be considered a success.

But Hu Biao clearly understood one thing:
Their advantage, created by prior planning and a sudden attack, cannot be maintained for long.

As the panicked Japanese soldiers on the dirt road and roadside gradually calmed down, they still possessed an overwhelming advantage in manpower and firepower, and their own small number of men and guns were no match for them.

Furthermore, the hundred or so Japanese soldiers who had been lined up to welcome them at Zijing Pass after the gunshots rang out have now come to their senses.

Driven by a Japanese lieutenant, except for twenty men who remained in place, the rest of them took off running towards this side.

These Japanese soldiers may have short legs, but their short legs are incredibly fast, so they can run quite fast; they can cover a distance of about three miles in seven or eight minutes.

In short, after initially holding an absolute advantage,

As time goes by, Hu Biao and his men will face increasing difficulties in the battle, and casualties will continue to occur.

But apart from gritting their teeth and fighting to the death, holding out until that unknown bigwig from the Japanese appeared, they had no other choice...

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Time: Two minutes after the ambush began.

"Damn it! Which bastard said that the Japanese soldiers' tactics were rigid and dogmatic? These Japanese soldiers in front of us are smarter than monkeys when they're covered in hair."

He fired a shot and killed a Japanese soldier who was trying to set up a grenade launcher.

Just as he pulled back the bolt and fired a bullet, Mr. Nanze caught a glimpse of something new out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but curse.

That was after the initial panic, or rather, after almost clearing out all the landmines and bullet mines at the cost of human lives.

The Japanese troops gradually recovered from their initial panic and launched a counterattack against Hu Biao and his men from behind some trucks and natural bunkers.

What started as a one-sided attack turned into a mutual exchange of fire. If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad, especially considering the Japanese side had a larger force.

However, Hu Biao's side had better individual cover, and Van Gogh and several veterans were better marksmen, often prioritizing the elimination of Japanese machine gunners and grenade launcher operators.

Currently, both sides are still trading blows.

However, if Mr. Minamizawa were to implement the Japanese tactics he had observed out of the corner of his eye, everything would be different.

Specifically, it is unknown what a Japanese captain hiding in a ditch shouted, but four Japanese soldiers suddenly stood up from the ditch and sped towards the lead armored vehicle twenty meters away.

Having witnessed such a scene, with Mr. Nanze's rich battlefield experience, how could he not guess what the Japanese were planning?

They were simply eyeing the formidable firepower of this armored vehicle, specifically its 37mm tank gun and 13mm heavy machine gun.

If the Japanese really succeed in achieving this goal, Hu Biao and his men will suffer a great loss.

The 13mm heavy machine guns, with their powerful firepower, could keep them pinned down, while the 37mm tank guns could destroy their hastily constructed individual bunkers, along with the bunkers themselves.

Seeing this, Mr. Nanze dared not delay for even a moment.

While cursing "those cunning Japanese devils," he raised his Type 38 rifle and fired a shot, hitting one of the Japanese corporals in the neck and killing him instantly.

He then quickly pulled back the bolt and fired another shot, hitting another Japanese private in the thigh; the Japanese soldier lost his balance and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

He was one shot, one kill, demonstrating the excellent marksmanship of a seasoned veteran in the team.

However, when Mr. Nanze pulled the bolt again, he discovered that this old-fashioned bolt-action rifle, which could only hold five bullets, was completely out of ammunition.

Left with no other choice, he quickly pulled a five-round magazine from a leather ammunition box at his waist and loaded the bullets into the chamber.

Throughout the entire process, Mr. Nanze used the fastest possible speed.

By the time they had reloaded the Type 38 rifles in their hands, the remaining two Japanese soldiers had already rushed to the rear of the armored vehicle.

The person at the very front had already opened one of the rear doors of the car.

In his haste, Mr. Nanze raised his hand and fired a shot, killing the Japanese soldier who was about to rush in through the back door.

Just as he was about to pull back the bolt and fire another bullet, the last Japanese soldier suddenly lunged into the carriage, causing him to lose sight of his target.

At this moment, Mr. Nanze missed the MP28 submachine gun that he had to throw away like trash because he had run out of bullets.

If that submachine gun were still there, and there were enough magazines.

He'd be willing to run over a block of tofu and die if those four Japanese soldiers managed to get into the armored vehicle.

Fortunately, even if only one Japanese soldier rushed into the armored vehicle, he immediately adjusted the muzzle of the 13mm heavy machine gun on it, ready to fire in their direction.

Mr. Nanze still had a plan and was not particularly flustered by the current situation.

You should know! The Czech light machine gun he had on hand, including the one magazine that had been installed, also had two magazines filled with armor-piercing rounds.

Based on the efficiency of a three-round burst, which could take down one Japanese soldier, he wanted to see how many Japanese soldiers had died before they dared to continue charging into the armored vehicle.

With this thought in mind, Mr. Nanze threw away the Type 38 rifle in his hand.

He picked up a Czech-made light machine gun nearby, set it up, slightly adjusted the muzzle, and pulled the trigger before the opponent could fire, killing him inside the armored vehicle.

Then, he was just about to say something smug.

He saw a dark shape crashing down in his direction, and it was about to hit the ground, giving him no time to roll and dodge.

"There are too many Japanese soldiers. If you can't take care of the top, you can't take care of the bottom. There must be other Japanese soldiers who picked up the grenade launcher that you just killed."

This was Mr. Nanze, who was lying face down with his head in his hands, his only thought filled with frustration at that moment...

(End of this chapter)