The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 548 A Great Victory in the First Battle (Bonus Chapter for Nyarlathotep Go)

In pursuit of explosive destructive power, Hu Biao and his men buried all their explosives and a large number of grenades in the small village before the battle began.

When they were all detonated, the terrifying destructive power they produced satisfied Hu Biao and his men.

It's not entirely accurate to say that all the thousands of Japanese soldiers hiding in the village were wiped out in this explosion.

But at least they successfully killed or injured half of the Japanese soldiers. The remaining Japanese soldiers, though not killed in such a terrifying explosion, were basically crippled.

When Hu Biao and his men charged in, carrying long knives and roaring.

I was surprised to see one Japanese soldier after another throwing down their weapons, kneeling on the ground and raising their hands in surrender; there were at least one or two hundred of them.

Good heavens! These are elite Japanese soldiers from the 3rd Division, a Class A division. In the past, it would be difficult to capture even a single-digit number of prisoners, but now they have easily reached three digits.

There were also about three hundred Japanese soldiers who were still putting up a stubborn resistance.

But seeing them swaying unsteadily after picking up their bayonets, their eyes filled with confusion and fear, it seemed as if their souls had been knocked out.

Hu Biao and his men knew that the fighting strength of these Japanese soldiers was probably less than 30% of their usual level.

Therefore, the first battle in which the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment and the Hunan Provincial Supplementary Regiment made their debut was essentially devoid of any suspense.

However, the fact that the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt did not mean that Hu Biao and his group could relax completely for the remainder of the night.

On the contrary, this is just the beginning of a series of busy activities. There are too many things to handle and too many follow-up plans that need to be implemented.

And during this process, many noteworthy things happened...

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Twenty minutes later, in a ditch beside the dirt road.

When Dali extended two fingers of his right hand toward the nose of a brother lying face up in the shallow mud, he tentatively checked and felt that he was still breathing faintly.

He immediately shouted in a tone full of surprise:
"Quick, someone come quick! This brother is still alive! Get him to the hospital immediately!"

Speaking of which! Ten minutes ago, when the last Japanese sergeant fighting with a bayonet was kicked in the back of the knee by Huang Adi, who had circled around to the back, he immediately fell to his knees.

Then, with a single stroke of the bone-chopping knife that Huang A-di had brought back from his last time travel, the head was severed, and the battle was finally over.

Before there was time to cheer, everyone sprang into action, busily cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded.

Treating the wounded was naturally their top priority.

There was no other way! Although the casualties of the Subei Independent Regiment had not yet been tallied in a short time, just one glance around at the bodies of their own comrades lying all around them was enough to tell that the casualties were certainly not small.

Those who survived were quickly brought back to reality from their euphoria at annihilating an entire Japanese regiment.

Hu Biao and the other time travelers realized that these people were soldiers they had personally trained.

The other soldiers and officers thought of these people not only as their comrades-in-arms, but also as fellow villagers and clansmen who had come from the same county, or even the same township and village.

Now that everyone is separated by death, a great deal of grief has overwhelmed everyone's hearts.

In such circumstances, finding a survivor among the corpses would naturally be a cause for great joy, and such a strong reaction is to be expected.

As soon as Dali's shout fell, several brothers who were cleaning up the battlefield rushed over.

With their combined efforts, they carefully lifted the wounded man out of the ditch and carried him to a field hospital hastily set up in an open space near the village entrance.

Once he arrived there, someone would naturally treat and bandage his wounds.

Although the surgery is unlikely to be performed, since 803 is simply too incompetent to handle it, it's basically out of the question.

However, after treating the wound and, crucially, receiving an injection of precious penicillin to prevent the most fatal wound infection, there is still a considerable chance of survival.

Thinking of all of the above, Dali's spirits became even more invigorated. Under the pale moonlight, he continued to explore along the canal, preparing to rescue a few more people.

After walking a few steps forward, they discovered several Japanese soldiers' corpses lying haphazardly in a ditch ahead.

Judging from the way the bodies were scattered, they were likely killed by a grenade that happened to be thrown into the ditch.

Upon seeing the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, Dali instinctively grabbed a single-handed blacksmith's hammer that was tucked into his waistband.

The wounded Japanese soldiers were incredibly cunning. They would often feign death on the battlefield, only to detonate a grenade when you got close, dragging you down with them to your death.

Therefore, when cleaning up the battlefield, you must first clean up the Japanese soldiers' corpses.

Dali had been reminded of this point of experience by veterans many times after his transmigration; in fact, he had also seen it more than once online when he was in the modern world.

Just as he was about to swing the hammer and smash the heads of the Japanese soldiers in front of him, he found that he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

How so? Thanks to his previous miraculous experience, his fear of guns and cannons seems to have been miraculously cured.

However, this "healing" only meant that he wouldn't feel physically unwell after hearing gunfire; Dali wasn't sure at all about whether he could participate in the fighting. Because before he could even charge up and fight the Japanese, those bastards retreated into the small village and missed the battle.

However, according to Dali's estimation, it still wouldn't work, because he simply couldn't deliver a final blow to the Japanese soldier's head.

After hesitating for a few seconds, looking at the several Japanese soldiers' corpses covered in blood, Dali thought they must be dead.

We decided to take the risk and leave the Japanese corpses unattended. We planned to step over their bodies and continue forward to see if we could find any more living brothers.

As a result of this adventure, he learned a huge lesson.

As he forcefully lifted his leg to step over the corpse of a Japanese soldier, the soldier beneath him suddenly moved, grabbing his right leg that was supporting his body and lifting it up.

Losing his balance, he immediately fell into the puddle, tilting his head back.

Ignoring what he had hit on the back of his head, Dali felt a sharp pain and immediately wanted to call for help.

As soon as he opened his mouth, another Japanese soldier pounced on him from behind, grabbing his neck tightly with both hands and silencing his shouts.

Good heavens! Dali is really unlucky; not only did he encounter a Japanese soldier pretending to be dead, but he also...

They even encountered two Japanese soldiers who pretended to be dead together.

What's worse, several brothers nearby had just carried the wounded to the hospital; the brothers further away were all focused on cleaning up the battlefield and hadn't heard anything from this side, so naturally they wouldn't come over to help.

Feeling a pair of hands gripping his neck tightly, he reached out to forcefully pry them off.

With the strength he was so proud of, he was confident he could do it.

Just as he grabbed the Japanese soldier's hands that were gripping his neck, before he could even exert any force, another Japanese soldier lunged forward and drew a bayonet from his waist, stabbing Dali in the chest.

Left with no other choice, Dali could only reach out his left hand and grab the Japanese soldier's wrist, which was holding a bayonet, to prevent him from stabbing him.

At the same time, he swung his right fist and swung it at the Japanese soldier's head and face.

Seeing that his bayonet-wielding hand was clamped in an iron clamp and he couldn't advance an inch, the Japanese soldier simply swung his fist and started smashing it down on Dali's head and face.

A brutal, hand-to-hand fight ensued in this unseen area.

Dali lived up to his nickname; his fists were noticeably more powerful, and after landing several punches, he knocked the Japanese soldier with the bayonet unconscious.

But by then, his neck had already been choked for quite some time.

He was already showing symptoms of severe oxygen deficiency, such as confusion and weakness in his limbs; in this state, it was probably impossible for him to pry open the hands that were tightly gripping his neck.

Death was closer to this novice than ever before at this moment.

Driven by an intense will to survive, he did something desperately while in a daze, something he later realized was extremely crazy.

He raised both hands and grabbed the straps of the Japanese Type 90 helmet.

With a strong pull, the Japanese soldier's head drooped downwards.

As his head drooped, the Japanese soldier's face was filled with immense fear, because the man opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth...

After an unknown amount of time, Dali regained consciousness.

He felt like he was lying on some straw. He felt fine all over except for some pain in his neck and face, and his head was spinning.

In addition, there was a strange, fishy-sweet taste in my mouth.

Just then, he heard a conversation between two somewhat familiar voices.

Huang Yizhi: "803, is Dali alright? Should we give him a shot of penicillin?"

803: "There's no need to waste penicillin. Modern people have too high resistance to antibiotics. The dosage for one injection is enough to give hundreds or thousands of injections to the other brothers."

He just fainted due to lack of oxygen. He only has superficial injuries on his face and neck; he'll be fine after a few days of rest.

Upon hearing this, Dali silently breathed a sigh of relief and was in a good mood.

Unfortunately, I overheard the rest of the conversation. 803: "I heard you guys have a habit of giving nicknames to newcomers. Dali bit that Japanese soldier's face to pieces, even biting off his nose."

So what nickname are you planning to give Dali?

Faced with this question, Huang Yizhi didn't even hesitate before answering: "The cannibal, when it bit that Japanese soldier so hard, it must have swallowed some flesh and blood, right?"

"Damn it! I'd rather have been strangled to death by that Japanese soldier."

After learning the cause of the strange taste in his mouth, Dali, filled with grief and indignation, suddenly fainted again...

(End of this chapter)