The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 503 Ambush (Part 4) (Bonus Chapter 33 for AT)

The unlucky novice driver had just gotten up and was about to cool down his gun barrel when he was shot in the head by a Japanese soldier.

Another novice foreman was killed instantly by flying shrapnel when the Czech-made light machine gun in his hand exploded.

None of Hu Biao and his group, who were engaged in fierce fighting, had ever seen it.

However, they learned of this situation immediately.

No other reason than that! With the light machine gun no longer operated by two people, their side's automatic firepower was suddenly reduced to just the MG34 general-purpose machine gun operated by Annie and Song Jie.

Not to mention that due to the reduced firepower, the Japanese soldiers' speed of advancing towards them while fighting increased significantly.

Just from the absence of the distinctive sweeping sound of the Type 96 light machine gun in the gunfire, Hu Biao and his men knew that the two rookies were likely in grave danger.

What to do? Just keep holding out until the bigwigs of the Japanese show up.

What else can we do? Is there a better way?
Another point needs to be clarified: when preparing to set up firing positions before the battle, Hu Biao and his group of more than twenty people, except for the machine gun teams which were in pairs.

The other people were at least 10 or 20 meters apart.

The main reason was based on their previous experience ambushing the Japanese. Hu Biao and his men knew that a marching column of several hundred Japanese soldiers would often stretch for more than two hundred meters from beginning to end.

If they were to gather together, there would definitely be some blind spots in their firepower, resulting in poor lethality when the attack erupted.

With such a small number of people, being scattered across different locations is a rather helpless move.

The ten-and-a-half-year-old and the two from the cultural troupe were about ten seconds slower than Hu Biao and the others before they realized that there was a problem with the contractor and the old car.

Little did they know that the two individuals mentioned above were no longer deserving of any rescue.

Driven by a tremendous sense of responsibility, the two men disregarded their current location, which was a full two hundred meters away from the foreman and the old car.

They had to get up, crouch down, and brave the whistling bullets to travel such a long distance to rescue people.

Fortunately, their actions were spotted by Uncle Bo, who was lying in the bushes waiting for an opportunity, and he guessed their motives.

He immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Stop, then lie down immediately. Don't go to save them, they're both dead. If we don't call you, don't go anywhere, just stay where you are."

He called out three times, and the two children always heard it amidst the noisy battlefield.

After hesitating for a second, the cultural troupe and the ten-and-a-half-year-old stopped and lay down behind a small mound of earth, avoiding the danger of being killed by stray bullets.

Seeing that the two children had finally stopped taking risks, Uncle Bo breathed a sigh of relief and decisively released the Mauser M1918 anti-tank gun that he had been holding.

Then, he quickly picked up another Mauser sniper rifle and pulled the bolt to fire the next bullet.

It was a posture of no longer hiding and immediately joining the battle.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The deaths of Mr. Nanze and the foreman meant that one Czech-made and one Type 96 light machine gun were lost.

This immediately reduced their firepower density by at least 30% to 40%.

With less suppressive firepower, the Japanese soldiers, who had been bewildered at the start of the battle, suddenly became more composed in the fight.

One Japanese lieutenant even led three Japanese soldiers to climb onto the back of a truck and drag out a Type 92 heavy machine gun.

They hurriedly started setting it up at the rear of a truck.

Once this thing is successfully installed, its threat level will naturally be less than that of the 37mm tank gun and 13mm heavy machine gun on the armored vehicle.

But this will only make their situation worse.

With this understanding and judgment, Uncle Bo had no choice but to take action.

After taking action, despite having a bolt-action rifle in hand, he fired five shots in a very short time; while not killing one person with each shot, his accuracy was still outrageous.

After the five bullets in the chamber were fired, the lieutenant and the three Japanese soldiers beside him all fell down next to the Type 92 heavy machine gun.

This demonstrates that this guy, as the team's number one sniper, undoubtedly possesses the best marksmanship.

At this moment, of all the contingency plans Hu Biao and his men had made before the battle, only the taciturn Lao Yu remained. Lao Yu was squatting in a small ditch by the roadside, listening to the intense gunfire and explosions, and even the footsteps of the Japanese soldiers passing by not far overhead.

By some chance, the Japanese soldiers might accidentally step on his camouflage, thus exposing his whereabouts.

Such an environment and situation made Lao Yu, who was hiding there, feel like he was living through an eternity.

The problem is that the signal he was supposed to give to suddenly launch an attack has not yet been given; so he can only grip his MP28 submachine gun tightly and continue to grit his teeth and wait anxiously.

Because his hands gripped so tightly, the submachine gun was almost squeezed until it was soaked with sweat...

*****
Time: 4 minutes and 03 seconds after the start of the ambush.

"Damn it! Is that big shot from Japan a tortoise? He's really good at hiding, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

As he uttered those words, Black Star fired a shot from his Type 38 rifle, knocking down a Japanese sergeant who was crouching and charging towards him, having already reached a position of sixty or seventy meters away.

When the bolt was pulled again, it was discovered that the thing could only load five bullets at a time, and it was empty once again.

He had just reached for the ammunition pouch at his waist to reload when an explosion rang out to his right, causing him to instinctively turn his head to look.

The main thing is that about 20 meters to his right, there is a single-soldier trench where Xie Liang, a 12-year-old boy, is fighting.

If there were any chance, he would never want these children to fight; even if they did, he wanted them to live well.

Since the start of the war, Black Star has been constantly concerned about Xie Liang's safety, glancing back at him every now and then.

If you see the enemy standing up to fire or rushing out of their cover, you should immediately speak up to stop them.

Or, if the enemy machine gun or grenade launcher locks on, immediately yell at them to lie down.

However, as the battle intensified and the pressure on him increased, Black Star paid less and less attention to Xie Liang, and now the boy has finally gotten into trouble.

When he turned his head, he saw Xie Liang lying on the cover, also turning his head to look in his direction.

The child wasn't dead, but his face was deathly pale. He was clearly badly injured by a grenade launcher and had no strength left to continue fighting.

Even so, Xie Liang spoke a sentence to him between the opening and closing of his mouth.

Because the two were about twenty meters apart, and with the intense gunfire from the battlefield, Black Star couldn't hear a word the child was saying.

However, Black Star could still guess that this sensible child was trying to tell him, "Uncle Black Star, I'm fine, don't worry about me, just focus on fighting."

Xie Liang's behavior only made Hei Xing feel even more heartbroken.

Even though they knew that Mo Shuiyan, who was operating the grenade launchers, was simply too busy to suppress all the Japanese troops, they were unable to eliminate the Japanese grenade launcher teams in advance.

He was still yelling at the top of his lungs, fiercely uttering a curse:
"You cripple, are you blind? Kill that Japanese grenade launcher squad for me; otherwise, when we get back, I'll definitely kill you."

We're modern people! When we can blame others, we should never blame ourselves.

After cursing, Black Star did not continue reloading the empty Type 38 rifle.

Instead, he took a deep breath, straightened his back behind his personal cover, picked up a wooden-handled grenade, and pulled the fuse.

He held it in his hand for two seconds before swinging it out with all his might.

The smoking wooden-handled grenade flew a full seventy meters through the air before falling to the ground; it exploded when it was still fifty or sixty centimeters from the ground, before it had completely hit the ground.

The flying shrapnel struck the five Japanese soldiers around him, knocking them all down.

Although only two people were killed, the explosion was quite dangerous due to its high altitude.

The remaining three Japanese soldiers felt their lower bodies riddled with shrapnel, and even their already small male characteristics suffered devastating damage.

For a moment, these three Japanese soldiers wished they were dead...

(End of this chapter)