The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 506 Beating His Old Mother, That Japanese Kid (Two-in-One Chapter)

With Xinhuo's death, of the eight newcomers who started this journey, only Shizi remains.
And this sole heir seems to be on the verge of extinction.

No other reason than that several sharp bayonets of the Japanese soldiers were about to be pressed against his nose.

When the MG34 general-purpose machine gun, the Black Star humanoid cannon, and Mo Shuiyan's grenade launcher all went out of commission or their power was greatly reduced.

The Japanese soldiers advanced faster and faster, and at this point, the crossroads could even smell the miso soup on their bodies.

Sure enough! The cross fired with a 'bang,' and a spray of blood erupted from a Japanese soldier's forehead.

Such precise marksmanship and performance are partly due to the fact that Cross, as a newcomer, had already honed his marksmanship with weapons like the Type 56 and Type 81 rifles in the modern world.

Another reason was that the nearest Japanese soldier was only eleven or twelve meters away from him; at such a short distance, it would be difficult to miss unless one closed their eyes.

Even as soon as the trigger was pulled and a bullet was fired.

Without any hesitation, Shizi decisively threw away the Type 38 rifle in his hand and drew a Mauser pistol from his waist with his right hand.

His actions were also a somewhat helpless response.

After their machine guns, grenade launchers, and other weapons were all shut down, the Japanese not only accelerated their advance but also changed their formation.

Previously, the formation consisted of a few people, usually three to five together, with several steps between them to avoid being caught in a machine gun or grenade launcher attack that could take down several of them.

It has now become a formation of seven or eight people together, which is more compact and has a stronger impact.

So even though Cross had just shot down one man, there were still six Japanese soldiers charging towards him with long rifles with bayonets, ready to kill him in a very short time.

With his rifle, which required pulling the bolt to fire each shot, and its abysmal rate of fire, he clearly couldn't stop the Japanese soldiers.

With a flick of his wrist, he struck a classic shooting pose reminiscent of Li Xiangyang.

Cross, a guy, emptied all the bullets in his hand within seconds. It was a Mauser pistol that he didn't know where it was made from, but which could only hold ten bullets.

At such close range, the Mauser pistol naturally had no chance of missing.

Unfortunately, a pistol is still a pistol. Even though the Mauser C96 is considered a relatively powerful combat pistol, its power is still not as good as a rifle, and it cannot kill a Japanese soldier with one shot.

One of the Japanese soldiers was shot three times in the chest and abdomen before collapsing, and even after falling to the ground, he struggled on the ground and did not die.

It's like after Shizi fired all ten bullets in one go, only four of the six Japanese soldiers were taken down.

The other two Japanese soldiers, the one in front was shot in the waist but still stubbornly refused to fall, while the one behind was completely unharmed.

They charged forward, shouting incomprehensible Japanese, bayonets in hand.

Cross threw away the Mauser pistol in his hand and picked up the Type 38 rifle that he had just let go of; without even having time to attach the bayonet, he leaped out from the cover.

With a flick of his wrist, he lifted the Type 38 rifle upside down, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese soldiers.

What else? There's no time to reload the pistol and fix the bayonet; we can't just let the Japanese rush up and kill him with a bayonet.

Of course! As he leaped up and rushed out, ready to engage the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat, he was cursing incessantly in his mind.

What were they cursing? Naturally, they were cursing that mysterious place, because the various arrangements for this time travel were just too much of a rip-off.

Why not give him a little opportunity and time to showcase his talents?
You should know! He graduated with a degree in Electronic Information Engineering. This level of expertise might not be anything special in modern times, but in this era, he could completely overwhelm all the Japanese electronic scientists.

His family owned a machine processing factory, and he started working in the workshop when he was 13 years old.

He is proficient in turning, milling, planing, and other machine tools, and is also very skilled in computer 3D modeling; as long as he finds some barely usable machine tools, he can definitely make some stronger equipment by hand without any problem, so he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state.

So what happened? Ever since I transmigrated here, I've been running nonstop.

Running hungry, fleeing in a sorry state amidst the Japanese soldiers' encirclement and pursuit.

Throughout the entire process, aside from the excellent physical condition he developed as a college cyclist, which allowed him to make good use of his skills, he didn't have a single opportunity to utilize any of his other personal abilities.

Just thinking about these crosses fills my heart with resentment, dissatisfaction, and unwillingness to accept defeat.

As his life was about to end, or rather, as his journey through time was about to conclude, it seemed only natural that he would be constantly cursing and swearing.

In other words, the veteran drivers who were also newcomers have long since broken down and would never hear these curses.

Otherwise, they would have strongly agreed and joined in the scathing criticism.

Because when the old tank died in battle, he was thinking about what it would be like to have a tank; let alone the PLA's modified Type 59 tank, which was modified so much that even the original designer probably didn't recognize it.

Just give him a T-34 tank, and the Japanese soldiers in front of us can be easily overwhelmed.

Amidst the constant cursing and swearing, Shiziyan was about to collide with the Japanese soldiers.

He stopped, and with a simple sidestep, easily dodged a stabbing attack from a Japanese soldier in front of him; the next second, he slammed his rifle, held upside down, into the air, causing the hard butt of the rifle to collide with the Japanese soldier's large, round face.

With a clear cracking sound of bones breaking, the Japanese soldier, whose face was severely deformed, collapsed on the spot.

He took down a Japanese soldier in a single encounter, and Shizi's spirits lifted.

The main reason was that he had heard too many times about the Japanese soldiers during World War II and how formidable their bayonet fighting skills were in various online materials from the modern world.

Often, in hand-to-hand combat, the Nationalist army had to pay several times the price to kill a single Japanese soldier.

Looking at it now, it's nothing special! But soon Shizi realized the result of the battle, simply because the Japanese soldier was wounded and his hand movements were severely slowed and deformed.

Not long after, the Japanese soldier behind him also arrived. With a loud roar, he thrust out his bayonet.

Shizi could only see a flash of cold light from the bayonet in front of him. His mind knew he had to dodge, but his body had no time to react. The bayonet had already pierced his chest.

Fortunately, Hu Biao and his group brought several spare DIY bulletproof inserts with them when they traveled through time.

Newbies, including those with cross-shaped armor, were assigned to a piece of equipment, and it was this DIY bulletproof plate that saved his precious life.

The sharp tip of the bayonet, after completely piercing the bulletproof plate and leaving a small wound on the chest, finally could not go any further.

Instead, Cross seized the opportunity to swing his rifle and smash the butt of the rifle onto the Japanese soldier's helmet.

The rifle butt was struck with such force that it visibly deformed the Type 90 steel helmet on the Japanese soldier's head; a clear bloodstain immediately appeared on the soldier's forehead, and he staggered and fell to the ground, convulsing.

The above scene shows that Shizi managed to kill two Japanese soldiers in a very short time during hand-to-hand combat.

However, this did not mean that the crisis he was in was over. On the contrary, he was in a situation where he was doomed, because five more Japanese soldiers charged over with bayonets and howling.

He still had a few dozen words left; he knew he was doomed.

Just before the final moment arrived, based on the thug's dying wish, Shizi turned his head and glanced in Song Jie's direction.

Just then, I saw Annie throw down her empty pistol, draw a samurai sword she had captured when she took down the pillbox, and charge towards several Japanese soldiers who were only seven or eight meters in front of her.

As she rushed out, Annie gave Song Jie one last piece of advice:
"Remember! Save your last bullet for yourself, and don't let it fall into the hands of the Japanese."

Therefore, he realized that he would ultimately be unable to fulfill his partner's last wish, and that Song Jie would eventually die here; this realization surged into Shizi's heart, making his anger and resentment even stronger.

Ultimately, all these numerous emotions were transformed into a classic Cantonese dialect phrase, roared out in ten characters:
"Guangdong men are hot-tempered and know right from wrong. That's why their godson wouldn't dare hit any Japanese kid. They'd beat them all up, even their mothers, who are also Japanese kids!"

At this moment, Shizi, who was born in Guangzhou, seemed to see the Guangdong Army predecessors in this long War of Resistance against Japan.

When they roared this phrase across Shanghai, Nanjing, Wuhan, Henan, Hunan, Guangxi, and all over China, they launched a desperate charge against the Japanese invaders.

Ten seconds later, he died from seven bayonets piercing his body, just like countless other Cantonese soldiers who charged into battle against the Japanese invaders in those years…

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Time: 6 minutes and 13 seconds after the ambush began. The remaining survivors on Hu Biao's side were in the most difficult situation, and it seemed that the failure of this ambush was inevitable.

Not only were there seventy or eighty Japanese reinforcements rushing from the direction of Zijing Pass, but they could also arrive in just one or two minutes.

Hu Biao and his men were no match for the Japanese soldiers on the scene.

With a 'bang', Hu Biao shot a Japanese lieutenant twenty meters away in the chest.

But the Japanese officer who had been shot in a vital spot seemed to have no feeling at all; he stood there staring intently at Hu Biao, his eyes filled with unbelievable surprise.

Sensing something was wrong, Hu Biao quickly pulled back the bolt of his gun, trying to kill the Japanese soldier as soon as possible.

But it was still too late. The Japanese soldier's face suddenly turned incredibly fanatical, and he started shouting at the top of his lungs.

Although he was speaking Japanese, having traveled through time so many times, Hu Biao had picked up some of it. His accent might sound a bit strange, but it was perfectly audible.

That's why he heard the Japanese officer shouting:

"Hu Biao, he's Hu Biao, the Tiger of Shanghai! These people must be their accomplices; if we kill them, we'll become heroes of the empire..."

When he shouted this, Hu Biao finally used his Type 38 rifle to smash his head open with a single shot.

He was knocked to the ground with his head thrown back hard.

But his earlier shouts had already been heard by too many other Japanese soldiers; after the initial disbelief, their faces were filled with fanaticism.

He immediately grabbed his rifle and charged towards Hu Biao without hesitation.

Even in the very first moment, Hu Biao drew his Browning M1911 pistol and fired in rapid succession, killing all five men in the lead group.

More Japanese soldiers charged madly towards Hu Biao; it was as if they intended to overwhelm him completely with lives...

Compared to Hu Biao's current situation, the others are not much better off, and some are even in a worse situation.

Dozens of meters to Hu Biao's right, Annie wielded a samurai sword with incredible speed, and several Japanese soldiers had already fallen beside her, all killed by this girl.

Besides many Japanese soldiers who were missing limbs and had their bellies ripped open, one of them even had his head chopped off.

This result proves that Annie's claim of possessing the seventh dan level of Iaijutsu swordsmanship during her casual conversation with Hu Biao was not just boasting.

But what good is her swordsmanship if she's surrounded by three Japanese soldiers with bayonets?

In particular, he was deeply stabbed in the left thigh, which meant he could only fight with one leg, and it was already quite difficult for him to fend off the combined attack of three Japanese soldiers.

A dozen or so steps away, five or six Japanese soldiers charged at them.

Under such circumstances, it was only a matter of time before this girl was defeated and died.

Black Star pulled out a pistol and fired, still using his less-than-skilled right hand; he didn't continue throwing grenades, presumably because he had long since used up the grenades and hand grenades he had carried with him before the battle.

Uncle Bo's original German Mauser sniper rifle, which was like a death knell once it was fired, is now silent.

The key reason was that, as time went by, the Japanese organized even more intense firepower.

Just targeting Uncle Bo as a sniper, there are several light and heavy machine guns, a grenade launcher, and more than twenty Type 38 rifles.

Even if Uncle Bo is a great marksman, he is no match for such amazing firepower.

First, they were beaten so badly they couldn't even lift their heads, and they didn't even have a chance to fire back or move away; then a grenade launcher fired a fragmentation grenade, which blew them into the air after it exploded.

Fortunately, Uncle Bo survived after being hit by a fragmentation grenade, but he would rather have died himself.

Because the ten-and-a-half-year-old and the two members of the performing arts troupe are now rushing over with their small bodies crouched down.

One person dragged Uncle Bo's arm, moving him backward with difficulty, trying to move him to a slightly safer place so that they could bandage him and stop the bleeding.

The key issue is that the Japanese are still firing their light and heavy machine guns in this direction, and they are also occasionally firing their grenade launchers.

With bullets and shrapnel flying all around, the two children were in constant danger of being injured or even killed.

Upon witnessing this scene, Uncle Bo wished he could pull out a pistol and shoot himself to avoid implicating his two children.

However, due to the blast wave from the previous fragmentation grenade, countless shrapnel fragments had pierced his arms, leaving him completely numb.

If you can't even move a finger, how can you possibly pull out a gun?

Left with no other choice, he could only shout at the two children, "Let me go! Don't worry about me, you two take Cao'er and retreat quickly!"

He shouted twice, but seeing that the performing arts troupe and the ten-and-a-half-year-old still refused to leave, he started cursing loudly.

In no time, he would utter all sorts of harsh words like "useless," "burden," "get out of here," and "don't annoy me."

Uncle Bo usually feels sorry for these sensible and pitiful children, so he would never really treat them as useless or a burden; therefore, the scolding he gave them was just an attempt to drive them away.

Uncle Bo himself wasn't having an easy time when he uttered those words.

The heartache caused by that guilt was far greater than the pain from the physical injuries.

Even so, the two children, their eyes red from being scolded, still bit their lips and continued to drag Uncle Bo with great effort, showing no sign of giving up.

Just like in that beacon tower on the ancient Great Wall, when the two sides first met, they did not intend to abandon Fang Youcai and his wounded soldiers from the Seventh Company.

They were like people who, with their tender bodies, were preparing to carry these wounded soldiers to complete the tasks assigned by their superiors, even though they didn't know the time, place, or objective.

Seeing this, Uncle Bo sighed and then shut his mouth completely.

Filled with dejection, he thought: Oh well! Since it can't be avoided, let's all go together, so we won't be too lonely on the road to the underworld.

Hopefully, these children will be reincarnated into the modern world after this, so they won't have to endure this terrible era and all its awful aspects.

Not far from Uncle Bo, Van Gogh whispered the number '36' in a voice only he could hear.

This number should also be his final achievement in this battle.

Covered in wounds, he now slumped in the bunker, his hands too weak to even grip a Browning M1911 pistol, his chest rising and falling weaker and weaker, and even his consciousness was quite blurred.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, it could die at any moment.

The four children, Laobing, Shiwu, Mafei, and Zhuxiu, are doing quite well so far.

Unfortunately, this was only relatively good; they didn't have any serious injuries and continued firing from their bunkers.

However, there is an old saying: "When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact."

After Hu Biao and his men all die in battle, what good can happen to these children?

While changing the magazine on his pistol, Hu Biao glanced quickly at the battlefield and, seeing the situation described above, was filled with an indescribable sense of sorrow.

They knew perfectly well that unless a miracle occurred, this ambush would be considered a failure, and a huge, devastating one at that.

Although they had only about twenty combatants, they had killed and wounded more than ten times that number of Japanese soldiers. Such an exchange ratio was outstanding anywhere.

They even killed twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers, but ultimately failed to kill that one important Japanese figure.

It means that the biggest motivation for that mysterious being to teleport them here was not fulfilled; this is the only time in all these time travels that such a thing has happened.

What serious consequences will this have?
He had absolutely no idea whether they could continue time-traveling in the future, or whether this would prevent them from being resurrected in the modern world...

(End of this chapter)