The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 504 Ambush (Part 5) (Combined Chapter)

Time: 4 minutes and 22 seconds after the ambush began.

As Van Gogh silently counted to '25', he gently pulled the trigger.

With a crisp gunshot and the butt of the Type 38 rifle transmitted to the shoulder, a 6.5mm rifle bullet was fired amidst a rather strong recoil.

It flew a hundred meters or so and killed a Japanese lieutenant colonel who was wielding a Mauser pistol and directing a group of soldiers around him.

With an incredulous expression on his face, the lieutenant colonel glanced at the wound on his chest before collapsing to the ground like a rag doll.

Immediately, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers around him who were exchanging fire with Hu Biao and his men also became clearly flustered.

Thus, the numbers Van Gogh just recited represent his remarkable achievements as a temporary sniper since the start of the battle.

If we include the 25 targets he killed, each of them was basically a high-value target, such as Japanese officers, non-commissioned officers, machine gunners, and grenade launcher operators.

So Van Gogh's achievements in fighting to this day can all be described as brilliant.

However, the Japanese were just bad, not stupid; on the contrary, they were incredibly shrewd in small matters.

After a series of important personnel were killed, they had long been keeping an eye on all of the other side's personnel, and this sharpshooter with amazing marksmanship was thinking about taking down such a threat.

Van Gogh had just shot and killed that Japanese lieutenant colonel, and a huge sense of danger rose in his mind.

Without a second thought, he instinctively closed his eyes, grabbed a Type 38 rifle, and began a series of vigorous rolling movements to the right.

They were trying to use this common tactic to evade an unknown attack by the Japanese.

The reason for closing my eyes during this process was not because I was too scared to open them; rather, it was because of some life-saving details that only seasoned veterans of the battlefield knew.

The main thing is that no matter what the Japanese soldiers use to attack, whether it's machine guns or grenade launchers, it doesn't matter.

As long as the landing point is relatively close, it will stir up a large amount of mud and sand splashing.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly insignificant appearance of these tiny grains of mud and sand; their power and damage when they are splashed up should not be underestimated, especially for open and vulnerable eyes.

In the battles that Van Gogh and his companions participated in before, whenever the scale was slightly larger, there were always a dozen or more wounded who were blinded as a result.

Closing his eyes was Van Gogh's instinctive reaction in this situation.

Unfortunately, Van Gogh's hasty series of tumbling movements came a little too late.

Just as he began to roll, a burst of bullets was fired, hitting a spot very close to him.

Aside from the flying mud and sand, the key point was that a bullet hit Van Gogh's left shoulder.

After he rolled seven or eight meters away and was temporarily safe, he discovered a large wound on his left shoulder, causing him to experience excruciating pain with even the slightest movement of his left arm.

To be precise, after being shot like that, Van Gogh's left arm wasn't completely ruined, but it did significantly affect his speed and accuracy when firing.

Realizing this, Van Gogh sighed silently to himself, feeling an indescribable sense of frustration.

That being said, it's true that within the transmigrator team, his role and function are more that of a firepower assault soldier than a sniper.

But he also knew that in combat, if a sniper fires a shot that reveals their position, regardless of whether they hit the target or not, they must immediately move to a new location.

This is to prevent the opponent from locking onto the target and concentrating their firepower to strike first, similar to the principle of "a missed attack can lead to a long-distance loss".

The key problem is that they only have a dozen or so real combatants. This hit-and-run tactic might keep him safe, but it doesn't allow them to properly suppress the Japanese.

Therefore, they had no choice but to stay in one place and continue to snipe at the Japanese's key targets.

He's actually quite lucky that he only got injured after playing all this time.

Because the foreman and the old car were operating a light machine gun with a blunt handle, and their situation was quite similar to his.

Without the protection of strong fortifications, they would actually need to fire one magazine of bullets and then withdraw to another location to avoid being locked on.

As a result, those two unlucky guys were both killed in battle a little over a minute ago, and I am the one who is now truly seriously injured.

With this feeling of frustration, Van Gogh continued to pull the bolt and loaded another bullet.

Just this one movement caused the wound on Van Gogh's left shoulder to be pulled apart because his left hand needed to grip the rifle's handguard, and the pain made Van Gogh's mouth twist.

This made him unable to resist raising his voice and shouting:
"You cripple, are you deaf too? Didn't you hear that Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun firing? Are you just going to pretend you didn't hear it and not do anything about it?"

After shouting, he gritted his teeth and raised his upper body, finding his target, or rather, his next victim, in a very short time.

He raised the rifle, took a quick aim, and pulled the trigger.

A moment later, a Japanese gunner who was firing a Type 92 heavy machine gun had a gun hole added to his Type 90 steel helmet.

This extremely threatening Japanese strongpoint was immediately extinguished by Van Gogh.

The Japanese deputy next to him acted decisively, shoving aside the main gunner who was lying on the heavy machine gun, and then pulled the trigger to prepare to fire again.

But as soon as his finger touched the trigger, a burst of blood erupted from his chest, and Van Gogh successfully shot him dead.

Two consecutive victories brought Van Gogh to the point where he was silently counting to '27'; however, even he knew that he couldn't maintain this state for long.

He could barely pull back the bolt of his Type 38 rifle...

Mo Shuiyan, nicknamed "The Cripple," could clearly hear the loud greetings from his teammates, including Mr. Nanze and Van Gogh.

But he acted as if he hadn't heard it and didn't do what was asked in the shouts at all.

Use the Type 87 grenade launcher in your hand to blow up the Japanese machine guns or other firing positions.

Mo Shuiyan's actions were definitely not due to any rebellious mentality.

When others tell him to do this or that, he refuses, simply because he has his own considerations:

What was their primary objective in this operation? It wasn't to kill as many Japanese soldiers as possible, but to eliminate that one high-ranking Japanese figure.

The high-ranking Japanese soldier has not shown himself yet. Could he be disguised as an ordinary Japanese soldier?
That's unlikely, since their ambush was a last-minute decision and the Japanese side had no idea about it. That important figure should have some self-respect; it's impossible for him to disguise himself as an ordinary Japanese soldier beforehand without knowing about the ambush.

Therefore, he is definitely not dead yet; he is just hiding somewhere and refusing to show himself.

Otherwise, if they had really been killed, the Japanese soldiers below wouldn't have reacted this way.

So the most crucial question is, where exactly is that important Japanese officer hiding? According to Mo Shuiyan's analysis, he should be hiding in one of the trucks in the convoy.

So, two minutes earlier, he had abandoned the Japanese soldiers' other targets and had been using his Type 87 grenade launcher to continuously blast the trucks that were blocked on the dirt road below.

By now, he has successfully detonated the fuel tanks of two trucks, causing them to explode violently.

They also blew the cargo compartments of four trucks to smithereens, taking down almost all the Japanese soldiers hiding inside.

The only pity is that there shouldn't be any so-called important figure hiding in these trucks; why do I think so? Because the Japanese soldiers didn't scream like pigs being slaughtered and then charge in recklessly.

However, Mo Shuiyan was not too disappointed with this result.

His main conviction was that even if there was no way to kill that important Japanese figure directly in this way...

This could also put enormous psychological pressure on the Japanese high-ranking officers. Perhaps when they saw the trucks being blown up and it became unsafe to hide in the truck beds, they might not be able to resist jumping out of the trucks and showing themselves.

That was the time when Lao Yu, the undercover agent, made his move.

Of course! There are some prerequisites for achieving the above goals.

That is, the only dedicated fragmentation grenade and eight small melon grenades he currently has left. These ammunition are enough for him to use.

And if he had the chance to use up all that ammunition amidst the increasingly fierce counter-fire from the Japanese.

Unfortunately, Mo Shuiyan probably won't have the chance to use up all of her last ammunition.

Just as he fired a small melon grenade, the smoking grenade landing precisely on the tarpaulin-covered roof of a truck and exploding violently, the Japanese soldiers wouldn't let him continue his attack so easily. Instead, another small melon grenade, also fired from a grenade launcher, landed a few meters in front of him.

Before the melon grenade exploded, Mo Shuiyan only had time to raise her right arm to shield her head and face.

Then he felt a heavy push in front of him, and his whole body flew backward.

Mo Shuiyan didn't fly far backward, only four or five meters before crashing to the ground; the height she flew up wasn't very high either, and the impact when her back hit the ground wasn't particularly severe.

The truly serious situation is that something strange happened during this time travel; Mo Shuiyan's fingers seem to be acting out of line.

He had already lost an index finger to his right hand when he was taking down the pillbox, and then suffered a devastating blow in the grenade explosion.

A shrapnel got stuck in his arm, but because it didn't damage any blood vessels or tendons, it wasn't a big problem. His palm was completely unharmed.

The crucial issue is that the middle, ring, and little fingers of his right hand were sliced ​​off by flying shrapnel, leaving only short sections.

The pain in his fingers, which were connected to his heart, made Mo Shuiyan break out in a cold sweat and almost faint from the pain. This seemed to be a minor matter.

The problem is that he only has one intact thumb left on his hand, and he can no longer pick up anything.

What about the plan to keep stuffing special-purpose fragmentation grenades and melon grenades into the grenade launcher to bombard the Japanese trucks and force the Japanese bigwigs out?
With this in mind, Van Gogh, lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.

Turning his head to the left, he saw an old soldier whose eyebrow had been ripped open by a stray bullet, and whose face and neck were stained with blood.

They were still firing in a respectable manner, actually acting as a fairly competent fighting force. After effectively suppressing the speed of the Japanese advance, they wisely chose to shut up.

Then he turned his head to the right and saw a trumpeter holding a small instrument tightly in his hand, lying behind a mound of earth waiting for their commands.

Even though he was unwilling, he still had to yell, "Small! Come and help me load the ammo!"

After calling twice, the trumpet finally heard his greeting.

Without the slightest hesitation, the child, who claimed to be 12 years old but was actually three months shy of turning 12, stumbled and ran towards them from more than twenty meters away.

Throughout this process, bullets kept whizzing past the boy's head and around him, and some even hit his feet. Sand and dirt splattered onto the child's legs, which looked quite painful.

Anyway, no one can guarantee that the child won't be hit to the ground in the next second.

"Damn it! I'm committing a terrible sin!" Mo Shuiyan, who was calling over with his alternate account, looked at the scene above and wished he could slap himself on the spot.

But even after it finishes smoking, it still doesn't give the command for the smaller account to 'lie down and not come over'...

At the same time, in the rear section of a truck in the Japanese convoy blocked on the dirt road, the adjutant, his face ashen, frantically made a suggestion to Okamura Koji:
"Sir! Those attackers seem to have guessed that we were hiding in the carriages."

They've already destroyed several trucks with grenade launchers, so it's no longer safe here. Maybe we should jump out of the car right now and find another place to hide by the roadside.

Upon hearing this, Okamura Ninji, who was clinging tightly to the wooden planks of the carriage and disregarding his image, immediately roared his opposition:
"No! No one is allowed to jump out of the car without my order."

"Now everyone, pull up the canvas properly, lie still and don't move. Imagine yourself as a sack of rice. Whatever you do, don't let the attackers discover that someone is hiding in this carriage."

Okamura Tsutomu's tone was unmistakably stern.

There was nothing he could do! Although he had no evidence whatsoever, he was certain of one thing: these attackers were definitely after him.

The other person was crying and complaining that he couldn't find him, and his life would be in danger if he showed himself.

So this guy has made up his mind, like a turtle that has its head tucked into its shell, he won't show his face no matter what happens outside.

Go out? Unless all of these attackers, though not large in scale, but with exceptionally fierce firepower and formidable combat capabilities, have been dealt with.

In the truck bed, which was only four cars ahead of the truck where Okamura Tsuji and the others were,...

Liang Yuan, this comrade of our Party, now lies in a pool of blood, having completely lost his life.

As early as when Hu Biao launched his attack, a bullet pierced through the canvas and struck him below the left rib.

Without even a chance to jump out of the train, Liang Yuan collapsed inside and quickly lost his life.

He naturally had no way to point out to Hu Biao and the others where the big fish, Gangcun Ningci, was.

Even so, on Liang Yuan's long-dead body, his right arm, raised, still pointed in the direction where Okamura Tsuji was.

His face was frozen in a complex expression of surprise and anticipation.

Surprise! After the gunfire, he realized that his intelligence hadn't been sent in vain; his superiors had indeed sent troops to ambush the Japanese, preparing to teach them a lesson.

Tell the Japanese devils that this land is not a place they can come and go as they please. Since they dare to come uninvited, they should be prepared to die here.

"Looking forward to it!" means hoping that the comrades outside can take down this big fish, Gangcun Ninji.

Ironically, in all his expressions before his death, there was no regret that he had sacrificed himself at the young age of thirty, nor any resentment towards Hu Biao and the others for accidentally hurting him.

He didn't even want to die now and still be branded a traitor.

If something unexpected happens to the higher-level organization, such a bad reputation will never be washed away, and the fear of being infamous for eternity will remain.

If there is any regret, it is that I did not live to see the day when this country finally became prosperous and strong...

******
Time: 5 minutes and 06 seconds after the ambush began.

From this point on, the already dire situation for Hu Biao and his men on the battlefield began to deteriorate at an alarming rate, to the point of utter despair.

It all started when Annie shouted, "Change the magazine!"

Before this, Anne was in a pretty good mood.

Although as time passed, the Japanese soldiers, who had initially been in a state of panic, had reorganized; they not only organized a large amount of firepower to exchange fire, but also sent a portion of their troops to advance.

Those who rushed the closest were only thirty or forty meters away, putting immense pressure on the members who were still fighting.

But such pressure definitely didn't apply to Annie.

Why do I say that? It's all because of the MG34 general-purpose machine gun in her hand. Its firepower is truly formidable, completely unmatched.

The Japanese soldiers wanted to engage her in a shootout? That would be humiliating for them.

Whether it was the Japanese Type 38 rifle, the Type 96 light machine gun and grenade launcher, or even the Type 92 heavy machine gun, they all came at this direction.

Anne only needed to adjust the muzzle of her gun and unleash a barrage of bullets to extinguish the weapon in the blink of an eye.

On the Japanese side, ever since Mr. Minamizawa managed to blow up their only armored vehicle before he died, there was no weapon on the scene that could withstand the firepower of the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

The Japanese infantry advancing? That's not a matter at all.

At first, there were about twenty Japanese soldiers advancing towards her in groups of three to five; but in no time, most of them were taken down by the fierce firepower.

Then, during their subsequent advance, the Japanese soldiers actually avoided the area where she was located.

This perfectly exemplifies the characteristic of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

The key is that Annie was also lucky. During the battle, the bullets seemed to be avoiding her and Song Jie, and she has not suffered any serious injuries so far.

In short, she only felt that the process of frantically shooting at the Japanese soldiers and beating them into a pulp was really exhilarating, and she didn't feel any pressure at all.

This situation came to an abrupt end when she shouted "Change the ammunition belt".

She skillfully opened the receiver cover on top of the MG34 machine gun, but instead of the usual action, Song Jie used her only intact arm to insert a belt of ammunition into the guide slot from the right side.

Instead, with a sob in her voice, she cried out, "Sister An, we've run out of ammunition."

In an instant, Anne's heart plummeted from heaven to hell...

(End of this chapter)