The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 564 Come here! (Bonus chapter for the leader of the Giant Fat Carp)

Time: A little after 5 a.m. on the 29th, less than an hour before dawn.

He fired more than a dozen bullets from his submachine gun in one go, knocking down two Japanese soldiers who were holding melon grenades and were about to throw them, about thirty meters away from the position.

Hu Yong, Hu Biao's nominal cousin and the captain of his personal guard, shouted urgently:

"Grandpa Sixteen! I beg you, I kowtow to you, please withdraw; I will stay and give you a military order, I will definitely defend the position for you."

Upon hearing this, Hu Biao, who was lying behind a Czech-made light machine gun and skillfully firing in bursts, retorted without any politeness:
"Get lost. With your skills, you're too green to hold the position."

"Don't worry about me. The Japanese haven't even manufactured the bullets that could kill me yet."

Upon hearing Hu Biao's answer, Hu Yong was on the verge of tears; yet, faced with this situation, he was utterly helpless.

So, after attacking all day, the Japanese launched another frenzied attack around 9 p.m., after resting for three hours after dinner.

Although the Japanese planes stopped bombing after nightfall.

However, the bombardment from the Japanese 120mm and 150mm heavy artillery was even more intense than during the day.

When the battle reached 11 o'clock, bad news came from the front.

Xin Huo and Ji Shouxing, who were in charge of the No. 3 position, were both seriously injured and unconscious, and the position had lost its commander.

Without a second thought, Hu Yong, the sixteenth grandfather, led a squad of guards and a platoon of newly joined defeated soldiers to take up position number three.

He's been fighting for so long that he's forgotten how many attacks the Japanese have launched.

But he knew that there were only thirty-odd men left on the position; the defensive firepower had been greatly reduced, and the Japanese might be about to charge up.

It doesn't matter if I die when the Japanese devils really attack, but my sixteenth grandfather, Hu Biao, the backbone of the brothers, absolutely cannot die.

But Hu Biao refused to leave, and there was nothing he could do.

To put it bluntly, even if he wanted to forcibly take Hu Biao away, if he led two or three of his men up to fight, not only would he fail to subdue the other party, but he would also get a severe beating.

Left with no other option, he could only make a different request: "Grandpa Sixteen, could you please send some reinforcements, even just a platoon would be fine?"

However, what he received was yet another answer filled with despair:
"No way! I've fought so many battles, how could a mere hundred or so Japanese soldiers not hold out?"

In fact, Hu Biao's answer was based on a rather unavoidable reason; if possible, he would certainly like to send more troops to the front lines so that he wouldn't have to fight against the Japanese forces that outnumbered him several times over.

The key reason was that around 9 p.m., he received a message from the bald principal's office:
On the morning of the 28th, given that the 6th War Zone's operational motives had been completely exposed and that many units had already engaged in fierce fighting with the Japanese, it was impossible to forcibly withdraw.

Therefore, Commander Chen of the 6th War Zone had no choice but to launch the battle to recapture Yichang City according to the original plan.

After a day of fierce fighting, the 6th War Zone achieved remarkable results, especially the 26th Group Army and the 32nd Army, which have now successfully advanced to Tumenya, a strategic stronghold outside Yichang City.

Commander Chen told the bald-headed principal that they would definitely be able to recapture Yichang, this important town, within five days.

After quickly reading the telegram, Hu Biao started jumping up and down and cursing.

"Five days? Even if you give him two more five days, he still won't be able to take Yichang City; his claims about the exposed combat motives and the inability of the troops to withdraw are just excuses for his greed for credit."

Damn it! Ever since the Battle of Shanghai, nothing good has ever come of running into this bastard; he's a jinx.

Although Hu Biao's insults were harsh, one could understand the guy's frustration.

It was clear that if the 6th War Zone had delayed its attack by a few days, it would have been a win-win situation for both the 6th and 9th War Zones; however, Chen Xiuci acted ahead of schedule, putting immense pressure on the Japanese 11th Army.

What if Anami Korechika, the Japanese soldier, sees things are going badly and orders an immediate retreat?
Like hunting a ferocious beast, they have not yet exhausted the Japanese soldiers on the C Sand City battlefield, nor have they removed their sharpest claws.

If they were to force their way in, not only would they fail to kill the beast, but they would also be injured.

What to do? Hu Biao's solution was to throw out an even bigger bait, a bait that the Japanese could not refuse.

They created the illusion that the Japanese had formed a Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment, now on its last legs, and even Regiment Commander Hu Biao had to bring his own guards to the front lines...

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Five minutes later, they faced the Japanese soldiers who had already rushed to within 30 meters of the position.

Hu Biao pulled the trigger, firing the last three bullets from his Czech light machine gun, smashing the fat face of a Japanese sergeant to pieces.

Without waiting for the amputee assistant gunner next to him to have a new magazine replaced.

He was already yelling at the top of his lungs when he shouted two consecutive commands: "Grenades! Fix bayonets!"

After shouting, he took off the two small melon grenades hanging on his chest, pulled the safety pin with his teeth, tapped them on his helmet, and held them in his hand for two seconds before throwing them out.

As soon as the grenade landed and exploded, he immediately drew a large sword from his back and rushed out. The Japanese artillery position behind them fired a flare into the sky; the pale white light illuminated everything on position number three with crystal clarity.

Under the light of the flares, we were about fifty meters away from the position.

A Japanese captain, witnessing his half-squad, which was at the forefront of the attack, being almost completely wiped out by dozens of grenades thrown from the position, was trembling with heartache.

But then, unexpectedly, I saw the man who led the charge out of the position.

He felt a jolt, as if he'd been electrocuted, and completely forgot about the casualties of half a squad; all that remained was the man's figure.

Because they had already recognized him; this was Hu Biao, the Tiger of Shanghai, whom all the imperial soldiers wanted to get rid of as soon as possible.

Even killing a mere private can lead to a promotion of several ranks, a tremendous achievement.

“Hu Biao, that’s Hu Biao, the Tiger of Shanghai. For the sake of the empire, for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor, kill him. No matter how many people die, we must kill him.”

The Japanese captain was so excited that he was trembling all over, and he started shouting wildly.

Amidst such a loud shout, the remaining hundred or so Japanese soldiers in front of position number three reacted quickly and charged at Hu Biao like madmen.

Behind Hu Biao, Wu Yong and the other thirty-odd men who had rushed out were nearly scared to death upon seeing this, and they hurriedly charged forward with all their might.

But Hu Biao had already unleashed his full speed, and they couldn't catch up with him at all.

It was precisely because of this that Wu Yong and the others finally witnessed Hu Biao, whose physical abilities had been enhanced multiple times and who could be described as 'colorful' even by the broken mouth of a mysterious being.

In close combat, it possesses terrifying fighting power.

The first few Japanese soldiers raised their Type 38 rifles, ready to kill this Tiger of Shanghai, but found that they couldn't aim at all.

The thirty-four Japanese soldiers at the forefront charged from the left and right, bayonets in hand, trying to stop Hu Biao.

But Hu Biao rushed past them like the wind, and although they hurriedly thrust out their bayonets, they couldn't even touch the hem of their target's clothes.

It wasn't until Hu Biao had rushed to within seven or eight meters of the Japanese captain that he was blocked in his path by three Japanese soldiers standing side by side with bayonets at their sides.

With a loud shout, Hu Biao's already astonishing speed instantly increased by several points.

Before the bayonets in the hands of the three Japanese soldiers could be successfully thrust out, he had already crashed headfirst into the arms of one of them.

The Japanese soldier was instantly sent flying backward as if he had been hit by a truck.

At the same time, two Japanese soldiers on the left and right were hit by Hu Biao's bent elbows. Their chests were visibly caved in, and after staggering a few steps backward, they fell to the ground and never got up again.

Hu Biao, who had killed three men, did not stop and continued forward quickly; in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the Japanese captain who was dumbfounded.

It was only at this moment that he swung his broadsword for the first time.

A bright flash of light passed before everyone's eyes, seemingly illuminating the darkness of the night.

With a crisp clang of steel, the Japanese captain hastily parried the samurai sword in front of him, but both his thick neck and the sword were severed in one stroke.

Even as his head flew through the air, the Japanese captain's eyes remained frozen with endless fear.

In fact, it wasn't just this Japanese captain whose eyes were filled with fear; every single one of the other Japanese soldiers felt the same way.

Because the above description is quite lengthy, but in reality it only took a few seconds for Hu Biao to act like a wild boar charging into a vegetable garden.

They charged forward irresistibly, killing four people in succession.

Immediately, the above description involuntarily came to mind in the minds of these Japanese soldiers who liked to read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms": taking the head of a general from a million-strong army is as easy as taking something out of a bag.

Such a scene naturally sent Wu Yong and his men into a frenzy of high morale.

The morale of the Japanese side was at its lowest point.

Although they did not collapse immediately, they were completely routed after Hu Biao and his tiger-like subordinates killed thirty or forty of their men in a short period of time.

They shouted things like "Tiger of Shanghai" and "Human-shaped evil tiger" as they fled.

Hu Biao didn't continue the chase. Instead, he ripped open his collar, grabbed his blood-dripping broadsword, and shouted at the retreating Japanese soldiers:

"Come on! Come here!"

I'm on the position, and your lousy regimental flag is on the position too. Come and take it if you dare..."

(End of this chapter)