The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 546 Suspicion? (Bonus chapter for Xiong Yige, the leader)
...It is said that the Japanese soldiers during the War of Resistance Against Japan were very skilled in bayonet fighting. In close combat, we often had to sacrifice three or even more brothers' lives to kill one Japanese soldier.

How do you put it? Yes and no.

You're right! Those were Japanese soldiers before the Pacific War.

Although they were not tall, they were well-nourished and their strength and stamina far exceeded that of our brothers who were so thin and hungry that they couldn't even get enough to eat.

Furthermore, even if they were new recruits, they had undergone thousands of bayonet training sessions before being assigned to front-line combat units; they had honed every unique Japanese 'gun and sword technique' into a muscle-like reflex.

Even at the front-line troops, they used Chinese prisoners of war and civilians to practice bayonet fighting, cultivating their combat mentality.

In contrast, some of our brothers, who were just kind-hearted farmers a few days ago, were fighting them with bayonets. What other way was there but to sacrifice lives?
Three men fought to the death against one Japanese soldier? That's actually a rather euphemistic way of putting it.

I've encountered countless instances where five or six brothers risked their lives to kill just one Japanese soldier.

That's not right! First, after the Pacific War, the quality of Japanese soldiers declined sharply, and many old and young people were hastily enlisted, making them less difficult to deal with.

Secondly, as long as the brothers had some martial arts skills before enlisting, after teaching them how to deal with the Japanese bayonet fighting techniques, they could often achieve a one-for-one exchange.

The premise is that they are willing to risk their lives and fight the Japanese.

Are there any tough guys who can single-handedly kill several Japanese soldiers? Yes, there are, but not many. Each one is a veteran who has been to the gates of hell many times…

"Brother! After I tell you, press down here with your hand, and don't fall asleep. You'll be fine."

After moving the right hand of a brother who had been stabbed in the stomach by a Japanese bayonet to press down on the wound, the first medical officer of the 803rd Regiment shouted into his ear.

Upon hearing this, the brother who had fallen to the ground with his head held high did not speak, but nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

His expression was somewhat pained, but not tense; in fact, it showed a certain calmness and open-mindedness.

Instead, after getting up, 803 looked around, preparing to find the next wounded soldier to treat. His eyes reddened, and he almost cried.

This was an involuntary reaction to a mix of emotions, including anxiety, heartache, and helplessness.

To be more specific, during this all-out assault, he and his eighty-odd men, who had been hastily trained, were barely even qualified as medics.

Each person carried a small medicine box and wore a red cross armband, and together they launched the charge.

Its main function is to provide emergency bandaging and treatment to its own brothers as soon as they are injured.

As for the red cross sleeves on the arms, which represent the identity of a medic, they are useless in front of the Japanese. Even if they see them, the Japanese will still open fire, and may even prioritize shooting such a person.
They knew this, of course, but they still put it on without the slightest hesitation.

Such markings allow their own men to find them immediately and send out distress signals; perhaps a few seconds earlier in receiving treatment could save these men's lives.

What was the result? There were too many wounded; they simply couldn't handle it all, and they were utterly powerless.

In the beginning, those brothers who were shot and fell in the mud and water during the charge.

They went over to check on them, and if they found anyone still breathing, they would drag them to a drier paddy field ridge so that their wounds wouldn't get infected from being soaked in water.

You can also rinse their wounds with alcohol, sprinkle some hemostatic powder, and bandage them with gauze.

It's hard to say how useful it will be, but it will certainly increase the chances of survival.

But soon after, the rice paddies were filled with fallen brothers. They only had time to treat and care for those wounded who were still able to call for help.

Even though they knew that many of their brothers who were shot and fell had no way to call for help.

But if we go up and take a look, and offer some treatment, maybe he can survive, it's just that the probability isn't that high, but we're really too busy.

Then, when 803, wading through the mud, followed the team onto the dirt road, the very spot where the two sides were engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

The medicine box he was carrying was completely empty; there was no alcohol, hemostatic powder, or gauze left.

When even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, all he could do was suppress his wounds and offer words of comfort.

For example, this brother in front of me witnessed a Japanese soldier thrusting a bayonet at his abdomen, yet he gritted his teeth, neither dodging nor avoiding, and continued to slash with his long sword.

He killed his opponent while nearly piercing his abdomen, truly deserving the title of a warrior.

Such a scene is almost a common occurrence on the battlefield. The Subei Independent Regiment and the Hunan Provincial Supplementary Regiment certainly have a numerical advantage, but several Japanese soldiers huddled together with bayonets at the ready are practically a cannibalistic bayonet formation.

How do we break through the Japanese bayonet formation? Fight to the death!

For every Japanese soldier who was killed, almost every brother also fell.

Based on his medical knowledge, 803 knew that for this kind of stab wound to the lower abdomen, surgery was necessary immediately to remove the damaged intestines and then suture the healthy intestines back together.

But at that moment, he didn't even have a piece of gauze on hand, and could do nothing but offer a few words of comfort.

After offering a few words of comfort to the brother, 803 stood up and prepared to find another wounded soldier to offer further words of comfort.

If they can hold out until the end of the battle, they might survive.

Unfortunately, they discovered that within a few dozen meters of their own side, there were five or six other wounded soldiers in similar situations.

Therefore, even if he uses such deceptive words to comfort and treat patients, he simply cannot keep up with the demand.

I'm torn between two options; I don't know which one to treat first.

Overwhelmed by a surge of anxiety, heartache, and helplessness, this man in his thirties was on the verge of tears.

In his mind, many of these brothers could have survived if they had had a little more opportunity.

Ultimately, 803's choice was: to hell with this deceptive verbal therapy, he wanted to end this damned battle and give more brothers the opportunity to be properly healed.

With this understanding in mind, he picked up a long Yao knife from the ground.

With all his might, he roared out:
"You damn bastard! You son who got nothing in return, hurry up and figure out how to end this battle; too many brothers have already died, how many more do you want to die?"

After shouting, he charged toward the Japanese soldier who had just stabbed one of his own men.

After the two sides met, 803 showed no skill whatsoever with his swordsmanship; he simply swung his sword wildly and hacked at the enemy's head and face, fighting with a desperate, reckless style.

Even now, he still has strong doubts about the claim that those who die in battle during time travel can be resurrected.

But so what? The other brothers, they are not NPCs in a game, they are his compatriots.

They are sons raised by parents, husbands of wives, fathers of children, and vibrant lives.

Since they could die in the war to defend their homeland, my own life didn't seem so precious after all...

*****
This time, Hu Biao heard everything about 803's enthusiastic shout of "Having a son is no fun," and the suggestion to "end the battle."

Because he was currently wielding a large blade and hacking at people from no more than twenty meters away.

He was covered in blood; it was hard to tell if it was from the Japanese soldiers or his own.

What good is it to hear it? Back when 803 shouted that, after observing the battlefield in a brief moment, he had already clearly realized two issues in his mind.

Firstly, they have essentially secured this battle; they are certain of victory.

Secondly, we cannot continue fighting like this; we must end the battle quickly.

The reason for these two seemingly contradictory perceptions is that our side has already gained the upper hand in the current close-quarters combat.

If this situation continues, the Japanese soldiers will be able to be killed by them.

Although this ragtag army, formed only half a month ago, annihilated an elite Japanese regiment, it was a great victory and a miracle no matter how you look at it.

However, the result would only be a Pyrrhic victory with horrific casualties. The Subei Independent Regiment and the Hunan Provincial Supplementary Regiment were basically crippled, and there was no way to carry out subsequent plans to continue to influence the war situation.

However, the crucial question is, we don't know what the Japanese commander was thinking.

After being badly wounded, they didn't even order a full retreat to the small village and then hold their ground to await rescue; could it be that their deployments somewhere revealed something, arousing the suspicion of the Japanese commander...?

(End of this chapter)