The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 505 Ambush (Part 6) (Bonus chapter for lwh1969)

Even though she was incredibly frustrated, Annie had to accept that the MG34 general-purpose machine gun was completely useless, and their side's firepower density instantly dropped by at least 60-70%, a terrible result.

Facing Song Jie, who was at a loss and had already burst into tears, he was helpless.

He yelled, "What are you crying for? You think you can cry the Japanese to death? Keep fighting with your pistol, and remember to save your last bullet for yourself. Don't fall into the hands of the Japanese alive."

After yelling, he no longer cared about the secondary archer.

She pulled out a Browning M1910 pistol from her waist, which originally came from the Battle of Shanghai, then was obtained by Hu Biao, and finally given to her.

He gripped his rifle with both hands and aimed at a Japanese private about fifty meters to his right.

After aiming for two seconds, Annie pulled the trigger in quick succession, firing two shots in quick succession.

Even the Browning M1910 pistol, which is a compact self-defense pistol, has a shorter effective range than pistols like the Mauser C96 and Browning M1911, at only 40 meters.

After firing both shots, both hit the Japanese private first class in the chest, killing him instantly.

This proves that this girl is excellent at shooting with machine guns, submachine guns, rifles, and pistols, and has almost no weaknesses.

Unfortunately, no matter how accurate her pistol shooting was, it couldn't mask the harsh reality that their side's firepower was severely reduced after losing the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

With one side gaining and the other losing, the situation for Hu Biao and the remaining personnel began to deteriorate rapidly...

At 5 minutes and 19 seconds, Black Star pulled the pin on a small melon grenade and slammed it against his helmet. After holding it for two seconds, he suddenly straightened up from behind the cover.

He raised his arm towards the three or four Japanese soldiers at the 10 o'clock position, preparing to give them a small gift.

On the ground in front of him, there were more than a dozen wooden-handled grenades and metal safety pins of melon grenades scattered around.

Those were byproducts of Black Star's continuous throwing of wooden-handled grenades and hand grenades in the previous period.

That said! After all the light machine guns and general-purpose machine guns went out of service, the Japanese soldiers who had rushed the closest only managed to get within about thirty meters of them. Black Star played a crucial role in this.

Thanks to the high-altitude hillside terrain, the range of his grenades and hand grenades reached an astonishing 90 meters.

Although it's not comparable to the modern world, the PLA's longest grenade throw reached a world record of 102 meters, which is still far beyond the average person's 30 to 50 meters.

Throwing it far is only one aspect; more importantly, Black Star also throws it accurately.

Combined, the Black Star, during this period, practically transformed into a humanoid precision small-caliber mortar.

As long as they were within his arm's range, every small Japanese squad of three to five men who had just advanced would be met with a smoking grenade or a wooden-handled grenade falling to their foreheads.

Nearly 60% of them exploded in mid-air before landing, creating a more destructive airburst effect.

In any case, if it weren't for Black Star's outstanding performance, everyone's situation would be even worse now.

But the Japanese weren't stupid. The moment Black Star raised his arm, five Japanese soldiers a hundred meters away immediately pulled the trigger at the shout of a major.

It turns out that Black Star's outstanding performance, which made it impossible for the Japanese to get close, had already caught the attention of the enemy.

Sure enough! The Japanese major called to the five Japanese soldiers around him, raised their Type 38 rifles, and prepared to fire the moment the black star appeared.

At such a distance, the Japanese soldiers' marksmanship was already quite accurate.

Of the five bullets fired by the Japanese soldiers almost simultaneously, two were lucky enough to miss, and the other grazed Black Star's cheek, leaving only a burning graze.

The last two shots unfortunately hit Black Star.

One shot hit Black Star in the chest, and another hit Black Star's raised right arm.

After being shot in the left arm, Black Star could no longer hold onto the grenade that was about to explode, and it fell to the ground in front of the cover with a 'thud'.

Fortunately! Even though Black Star had DIY bulletproof plates protecting him from that bullet to the chest.

Despite the powerful impact of the 6.5mm rifle bullet, Black Star's vision went black, and his body involuntarily fell towards the cover.

The melon grenade exploded violently the moment he fell to the ground.

Black Star, lying in the bunker, perfectly avoided the shockwave and flying shrapnel of the explosion. Apart from a ringing in his ears and a slight pain from the mud and sand thrown up by the explosion, he was not seriously injured.

Unfortunately, after being shot twice, Black Star discovered that not only was his most powerful right hand useless, but it was also crippled from throwing.

The bullet that hit his chest must have broken several of his ribs; any slight movement would cause him severe chest pain.

Even if he switched to throwing grenades with his left hand, and his left-hand throwing skills weren't much worse than his left-hand throwing skills, he could no longer have that cool, human-shaped cannon-like performance he used to have.

Without him, this humanoid mini-cannon, the situation for everyone else will only get worse...

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About ten seconds later, I felt the bullets raging overhead and in front of the cover finally stop.

It must have been a Japanese light machine gun with a Type 96 (or Type 11) handle. Finally, it ran out of thirty rounds in its open magazine and could no longer suppress it.

Xin Huo, who had been lying face down, immediately picked up his Type 38 rifle, raised his head, and prepared to fire.

If we were to name the person who felt the most frustrated and stifled during this battle, it would definitely be Xinhuo, the newbie.

Why? Among the other wounded, Lao Che, who was deafened by the explosion, and Song Jie, who lost an arm, could still serve as assistant machine gunners.

Even though Mo Shuiyan and Mr. Nanze had lost a leg, they could still roll over and find another spot to continue firing after being locked on by the Japanese while lying prone and firing.

And Xin became famous? His butt was gnawed by a wild wolf, and it hurts even with the slightest movement.

If you force him to perform a series of rolling tactical maneuvers, you can make him faint from the pain.

So once he was exposed in battle, it was impossible for him to change his position and fire. He could only fire a shot or two in the gaps in the Japanese fire, without even having a chance to aim properly.

He opened fire so hastily, and given that he had basically never handled firearms in the modern world, his marksmanship was really mediocre.

As a result, there have been very few victories so far, and it would be strange if Xinhuo wasn't frustrated.

But he soon realized that the truly frustrating thing was yet to come; as soon as he looked up, his attention was immediately drawn to two Japanese soldiers 130 meters away.

Because one of the Japanese soldiers was holding a grenade launcher, and the other was holding a small melon grenade and was installing the propellant cartridge.

Instinctively, Xin Huo felt a strange intuition rising within him:

Oh no! These two Japanese devils are after me.

Seeing that machine gun fire was ineffective against them due to the presence of individual cover, they switched to grenade launchers, a type of indirect fire weapon.

Under other circumstances, Xinhuo could simply roll on the spot and move to another location to avoid the Japanese grenade launcher's attack and resolve the current crisis.

The key issue is that he can't get up to roll right now.

Without a second thought, Xinhu picked up his Type 38 rifle and fired a shot, intending to take down the Japanese soldier who was twisting the propellant tube of a grenade.

Unfortunately, after the crisp gunshot, the two Japanese soldiers were unharmed; the bullets had apparently flown off somewhere.

Instead, after loading the propellant cartridge, the Japanese casually stuffed it into the grenade launcher, sending a small melon grenade flying in their direction.

He threw down his rifle, covered his head with his hands, and lay down again. This was Xinhuo's only coping mechanism at this moment, but it had no effect whatsoever.

The Japanese soldier holding the grenade launcher was definitely an elite veteran; his precision in operating the device was outrageous.

After tracing an arc in the air, Little Melon landed precisely on the single-soldier bunker where Xin Huo was hiding, blasting him into the air.

While the person was still flying in the air, Xinhuo entered a state of near death.

"If I could really be resurrected in the modern world, no matter how much a bullet would cost at the shooting range, I would go back and practice my marksmanship properly."

"Oh, right! I'm also going to get a pair of alloy shorts to wear, so I can see if any wild wolves or dogs can bite me in the future."

These were all the thoughts that filled Xinhuo's mind before he breathed his last...

(End of this chapter)