The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 553 Handsome Guy? (Bonus chapter for 2022……0728) (Seeking monthly votes)
Although Cross's luck was a bit bad, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Or perhaps he should properly thank Hu Biao and the other veterans, and treat them to a meal or a foot massage when he returns to the modern world.

Because at the critical moment when the whole person was about to be completely buried by a large amount of mud and sand collapsing from above.

Based on the experience shared by veterans more than once, he took a deep breath; this would undoubtedly allow him to hold on a little longer after being buried before suffocating.

In addition to setting up firewood piles and lighting them to create thick smoke to hinder Japanese pilots from air raids, Hu Biao and his men also took other measures.

They didn't do nothing; they made some other arrangements.

They deployed more than 30 Type 24 and Type 92 heavy machine guns, placing them slightly behind the front-line positions and mounting them on movable wooden frames capable of firing at air targets.

Together with seven Type 7 13mm heavy machine guns, they were used as anti-aircraft firepower.

The key was to take them by surprise; in the early stages of the Japanese air force's frenzied bombing, these anti-aircraft firepower remained unfired and undetected.

After the Japanese planes dropped most of their bombs and encountered no ground counterattacks, the pilots on board gradually became bolder.

A Nakajima Type 1 fighter, having dropped all its two 60-kilogram bombs, circled once in the air.

The Japanese pilot above suddenly pushed the control stick, causing the nose of the plane to point downwards, heading straight down into the thick smoke that had formed from the burning fires below.

It was a rhythm where dropping all the bombs wasn't enough; they would go on several low-altitude strafing runs to completely empty their ammunition.

As a result, when they could vaguely see the fighter jet beginning its dive through the smoke overhead, all the ground-based anti-aircraft fire operators immediately became alert.

They all adjusted their gun barrels, aiming at the expected flight path of its descent.

As soon as the Japanese planes swooped down from the smoke, almost the instant they emerged, more than forty heavy machine guns opened fire simultaneously without Hu Biao even giving them a signal.

Faced with the rising muzzle flashes and dense bullets raining down on the ground, the Japanese pilot was so terrified he wet himself.

He quickly pulled the control stick, trying to steer the plane and dodge the barrage of bullets.

But everything was too slow at this point. With the fuselage making a constant 'thumping' sound, the unfortunate fighter jet had already been hit by a large number of bullets.

In particular, Hu Biao and his men captured a total of seven Type 7 13mm machine guns last night, which were standard anti-aircraft weapons of the Japanese.

How effective were they at defending against enemy aircraft? Nobody knows.

However, it was quite effective at protecting against the Japanese planes themselves; the Japanese planes, made with frugal materials, were easily riddled with large bullet holes by these large-caliber bullets.

The most fatal flaw was the special fuel tank of the Nakajima Type 1 fighter, which, while able to withstand the power of 7.7mm bullets, could not withstand 13mm bullets.

Just two or three seconds later, the Japanese fighter jet turned into a blinding flash of fire in the air.

Upon witnessing this scene, not only did the subsequent Japanese fighter planes, which were preparing to dive down and straf the ground positions, quickly regain their altitude.

The dive bombers and light bombers also quickly dropped all their bombs and began their return flight.

By this time, only four minutes had passed since the cross was buried under the collapsed bomb shelter.

Even as the piercing air raid sirens continued to blare mournfully across the battlefield, Dali felt a strange sense of unease the moment the explosions ceased.

As if possessed, he crawled out of the gun shelter the moment he entered, turning his head to look at the cross-shaped hiding place he remembered seeing before he crawled in.

Upon seeing the large area that had collapsed, a chill immediately ran through me.

He scrambled over, pulling off his M35 helmet and frantically digging at the dirt, shouting, "Come help! Cross is buried!"

With the combined efforts of several people, after digging for half a minute, the cross, covered in dirt, was finally unearthed.

He simply touched the tip of the cross-shaped nose with force and couldn't detect any breathing at all.

In a panic, he pressed hard on the cross's chest; after pressing twenty or thirty times, the poor cross's ribs were almost broken, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Dali gritted his teeth, knowing he had to use his ultimate move.

After spitting out a mouthful of saliva with a "pui" sound, he began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Putting aside the bizarre, almost sinister thought that crossed Dali's mind during CPR—"Even men can be soft-hearted"—this time the emergency treatment finally worked. After only about ten seconds of CPR, Shizi slowly opened his eyes, then suddenly began coughing violently. He had finally come back to life…

To be honest, the feeling of being in the cross was quite good the moment I was revived.

Although he had just had a verbal exchange with a burly old man, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, this was a battlefield, and Dali was trying to save him, so he could understand.

Overall, I'm in a pretty good mood because I've been able to come back to life and have more time to enjoy myself.

After Dali wiped away the cold sweat that had broken out in his body, he said with lingering fear, "Damn it, you're finally alive! I thought you were dead. I was so scared."

Upon hearing this, Cross immediately retorted nervously: "What bastard? Don't call me a cannibal, call me handsome."

"Okay, Diao Mao, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Do you want some water to soothe your throat?" Dali replied earnestly.

He even expressed his concern towards the cross.

Cross covered his face in pain, not physically but emotionally, because his worst fear had come true: from now on, he had a new nickname that sounded like "painful of a ball."

Just as Cross was about to struggle and try to get the cannibal to call him "handsome guy,"

The piercing air raid siren finally stopped, and everyone immediately felt their throbbing heads relax a bit after the ear-piercing sound was gone.

However, a sharp cry rang out again from the position shortly afterward: "Sir, the Japanese are coming again!"

Upon hearing this shout, Cross no longer cared about his nickname "Diao Mao" and struggled to get up from the ground, looking ahead.

Sure enough, five or six hundred Japanese soldiers could be seen advancing towards this side.

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At the same time, on the second-line positions.

Looking through the telescope, we see the Japanese launching another attack.

On each position, only forty or fifty brothers, covered in dust and dirt, remained. Seeing them hastily setting up defenses, Hu Biao sighed helplessly.

The damage caused by the bombing just now was even greater than the losses incurred in repelling the Japanese attack last time.

Furthermore, the fortifications they repaired overnight are now severely damaged; the small traps they set up have likely all been exposed by the force of the explosion.

Therefore, less than an hour has passed since the last Japanese attack, and the front-line troops have already suffered more than half casualties, to the point where reinforcements have to be dispatched.

According to the plan, they would have to fight the Japanese here for several more days.

God knows how many of his men will still be alive by the time the fighting ends.

After thinking about this, Hu Biao knew that things couldn't continue like this. He shouted, "Immediately send a full platoon of troops to support positions one, two, three, and four. Remember to bring a heavy machine gun."

Then, addressing Annie and Mina very solemnly, he said:
"Whether it's for the sake of the subsequent battle plan, or so that I, Hu Biao, can still have the face to return to my hometown of Xinning in the future, the Xiangjiang Province Supplementary Regiment cannot be wiped out here."

You two immediately take men to the rear of the battlefield and pull as many people as possible to fill the trenches.

I don't care what methods you use, you must gather up the scattered and defeated soldiers of the 26th and 37th Armies and continuously replenish them.

That's right! It's definitely too late to recruit soldiers now.

Giving untrained farmers a rifle and driving them into trenches wouldn't have much effect.

Therefore, the only option was to turn their attention to the defeated allied forces and have Annie and Mina poach their members. Upon hearing this, the two women, knowing the gravity of the situation, immediately agreed.

Then, Hu Biao turned to Zanana and began to instruct her:

“Just taking the beatings won’t do. Tonight, you’ll lead the guard battalion in a proactive attack. We won’t specify any particular targets.”

"Anyway, we'll storm the Japanese command post, bomb their artillery positions, burn their supplies—anything goes. We must reduce their offensive intensity."

Zanana accepted the order without hesitation.

There was even an indescribable excitement in his eyes...

(End of this chapter)