The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 570 Tooth Extraction (Part 1) (Combined Chapter)

When Chen Tang pressed the old-fashioned detonator, a huge explosion occurred, detonating 10 kilograms of TNT.

On both sides of the road, many of the ambushers who had been lying in the ruins or in empty rooms immediately appeared.

They launched an attack on the Japanese tanks that were only thirty or forty meters away, or even closer.

The one who was faster was Cross, who also had an old-fashioned detonator in his hand; he was the first to react.

Compared to the weapons that others carry or hold, they need to aim at some targets before firing.

Cross raised his head and glanced at the spot where 10 kilograms of TNT had been buried before, and saw a Japanese truck drive up there.

Although it was a bit of a shame that we couldn't blow up a Japanese tank, we still decided to detonate it without hesitation.

A moment later, an explosion even more powerful than the one at the front of the convoy erupted.

In the powerful shockwave of the explosion, a Japanese Type 94 three-axle truck was lifted seven or eight meters into the air like a toy car.

The moment it took off, the car body twisted and broke into two pieces.

And this explosive scene is only the beginning.

Unfortunately, the contents of this truck were at least one or two tons of gasoline, stored in large oil drums.

These large oil drums, filled with gasoline, either exploded on the spot, making the explosions even louder.

Either the shockwave from the explosion propelled them a great distance through the air before the explosion itself, causing the burning flames to scatter everywhere and scalding countless Japanese infantrymen.

One of the oil drums landed dozens of meters behind a truck, causing the explosion at the front of the truck.

The truck's cab and the Japanese soldier inside were instantly destroyed.

In a very short time, all seventy-odd tanks of the Japanese 13th Tank Regiment were now in a terrible situation where they could neither advance nor retreat.

This was an outcome that Hu Biao and his men had planned well in advance of the war.

The others involved in the ambush acted a little slower than the cross, but only by a second or two.

While the Japanese soldiers, still bewildered and panicked from the sudden attack, began to call out to each other.

Light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns, rifles, grenade launchers and other weapons opened fire, instantly killing a large number of the Japanese infantrymen sitting on the tank.

However, the most lethal and effective weapon was the 32 DIY rocket launchers in Hu Biao's possession.

Back then, on the front lines, they were so steadfast in their determination to carry explosives and Molotov cocktails to blow up tanks rather than reveal the existence of such a deadly weapon. Now, they have achieved an astonishingly good result.

As rockets were fired one after another at the nearest Japanese tank, the Japanese were completely unprepared.

As for the Japanese tanks, which were thin-skinned and heavily armored, once they were hit by rockets, there was no chance of survival.

As rockets with long tail fins flashed past in the darkness.

鬼子有着19辆95式轻型坦克，7辆89式中型坦克，一共有着26辆坦克瞬间就被炸成了一团巨大的火光。

The reason why 32 rockets only destroyed 26 tanks.

Those were the other six rockets, which either missed their mark due to the operators' lack of experience or excessive tension.

Either two shots hit the same tank at the same time, resulting in excessive firepower.

Even so, this was a huge commotion caused by dozens of tanks suddenly exploding in just a few seconds.

Zhang Lingfu, who was squatting next to a 37mm anti-tank gun and had just lifted the camouflage, was frantically shaking the traverse and elevation mechanisms to adjust the muzzle and aim at the Japanese soldiers. He was completely dumbfounded.

He realized that his previous idea of ​​trying to make a good impression on Hu Biao, Mina and other members of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment was a complete joke.

Even at one point, he harbored strong resentment towards Hu Biao:

Hu Yitong is a complete scoundrel.

With such powerful rocket launcher weapons at your disposal, even though the Japanese have a large number of tanks, you can at most wipe them out after a few more rounds of fire.

This means that the Subei Independent Regiment alone could have wiped out the Japanese 13th Tank Regiment.

So what's the point of having the 74th Army come tonight? Just to show off your abilities, Hu Biao and the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment? Are you worried that no one will applaud and cheer for you at a time like this?

Zhang Lingfu's intense resentment did not last long.

As the sound of numerous Japanese tanks being destroyed and the continuous explosions had not yet completely subsided, a crisp shout reached his ears, startling him awake:

“74th Army, what are you all standing there for at this hour?”
"Get moving! Our rocket loading is quite complicated; we can't fire for at least two minutes."

The person who uttered such a rude remark was naturally Annie, who was lying in ambush not far from Zhang Lingfu and the others; just as her curse said, the DIY rocket launchers produced by the wizards in this batch were rather troublesome to load.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the wizard's equipment manufacturing skills are inferior to those of Mo Shuiyan and Chaozi.

The key reason is the limitation of materials.

On the one hand, in a remote place like Xinning, wizards simply have no way of getting batteries to make the rocket launcher fire using a more advanced electronic control method like the bazooka.

The only way to launch is by impacting the gunpowder primer. This method works, but it makes the structure more complex and the loading process more troublesome.

On another front, regarding the propellant for the rockets, they used granular black powder.

Not only is this thing less powerful, but it also leaves some residue on the inner wall of the rocket launcher after it burns. If it is not cleaned before firing again, the accuracy and range will be significantly affected.

This resulted in the cleaning process with a damp towel taking a considerable amount of time.

In short, despite the impressive results of this rocket attack, their next launch will not take at least two minutes.

On a battlefield where situations change rapidly, two minutes is too long; too much can happen in that time.

Sure enough! After a brief moment of confusion, the Japanese soldiers reacted and began to save themselves and fight back.

The Japanese tank commanders who had been sticking half their bodies out of the turret, enjoying the fresh air, quickly scrambled back into the tank like startled rabbits, slamming the hood shut with a loud bang.

Then, he yelled at the driver to take control of the tank and immediately turn it around so that the tank was facing the ruins and houses on the left and right.

They opened fire on the vehicle-mounted machine guns, and even the tank cannons.

The infantrymen on board, risking being crushed by the turning tank, jumped off the tank without hesitation, using one side of the vehicle as cover, and opened fire.

Even the Japanese soldiers in the cars behind didn't take the opportunity to reverse and escape; they all got out of their cars and rushed over to help, weapons in hand.

Not to mention, the Japanese troops in the entire C city have now been awakened and are undoubtedly rushing over in a frenzy.

Therefore, during the period when the rocket launchers were being reloaded, Hu Biao and his men could not simply stay in place and fire; they needed to rush forward and use various means to destroy more tanks.

That's why, after turning around, Annie yelled a curse at Zhang Lingfu and the others.

The girl carrying three samurai swords on her back, along with Yin Jinhua and several others, crouched low and charged forward, firing as they went.

They all clearly carried bulging homespun cloth bags.

The contents inside were either Molotov cocktails or cluster grenades bundled together with six grenades.

After being scolded, Zhang Lingfu felt a great jolt. Seeing Annie, a woman, resolutely rushing towards the Japanese soldiers, he felt even more ashamed.

He quickly turned around and yelled, "What are you all standing there like idiots for? Fire!"

Amid the curses, the gunner, who had just adjusted the muzzle of the anti-tank gun, instinctively pulled the gun rope in his hand.

With a loud 'boom,' the cannon bounced up slightly and retreated several tens of centimeters; a 37mm shell that it fired hit its target.

It hit a Type 95 light tank more than 30 meters away, at the location of a rotating tank turret.

Without any suspense, the turret, which was equipped with a 37mm tank gun, was blown away in the explosion.

The spinning vehicle and the roaring machine guns suddenly fell silent; it seemed that even if the other Japanese crew members hadn't died, they were all stunned and no longer posed a threat.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingfu shouted, "Well done! Keep firing!" After shouting, he picked up a submachine gun and, with a roar of "Follow me!", crouched down and led the charge.

A group of his 74th Army brothers rushed out as well.

Many of them, without thinking, made the arrangement of having a person with a wet blanket tied to their chest in front and a person with several hand grenades strapped to their body behind.

Three or four men lined up in a battle formation and charged towards the Japanese soldiers.

Each person had a determined look in their eyes, and their expressions conveyed a resolute determination that indicated they had no intention of living.

It wasn't that they didn't want to live, but that they knew that in this situation, only the heroic sacrifice of Chinese soldiers could drive the Japanese out.

Thus, the battle between human flesh and steel behemoths had officially begun; even the smell of gunpowder in the air suddenly carried a tragic air...

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No! This doesn't refer to the current Chinese soldiers; their battles of using their bodies to blow up tanks are not heroic or tragic enough.

Rather, it means that not all those who rushed in adopted the strategy of fighting tanks with their bare hands; some used other methods.

To be more specific, it refers to older cars.

This modern-day timeline was created when the PLA was in service; the protagonist was a former Type 59 tank commander from a third-line unit who had traveled through time.

Before the battle began, he changed into a Japanese military uniform, picked up a Type 38 rifle, and stood by the roadside pretending to be a sentry, hoping to snatch a tank from the Japanese.

Then there's the story of driving Japanese tanks to fight Japanese tanks.

He had been thinking about this matter ever since his last time traveling through time, and now he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

While waiting, I was filled with anticipation.

And then, the old car was lucky this time.

The battle began just as a Type 89 medium tank (Type B), considered the most advanced and powerful model in the Japanese 13th Tank Regiment, drove up to him.

This gives him a chance to snatch a better Type 89 medium tank.

Instead of being a little kid, he doubted whether he, with his overweight physique, could even squeeze into the Type 95 light tank.

After a brief moment of confusion, the Japanese tank commander immediately tried to retreat back into the tank and close the hatch, while the Japanese infantrymen sitting on the tank also jumped off.

But by this point, it was all too late.

The moment the Japanese tank commander moved, the old driver raised his Type 38 rifle and fired a shot, hitting the commander squarely in the face; the commander's body went limp, and he successfully retreated into the tank.

However, by the time he ducked inside, the Japanese train commander was already a corpse.

As Lao Che fired his gun, his brothers, without even being told, also raised their Type 38 rifles and opened fire.

Now that the two sides are only five or six meters apart, it is quite difficult for them to miss, even if they want to fire a shot when the gun is almost pointed at their heads.

After a burst of gunfire, the Japanese soldiers aboard the Type 89 medium tank were also cleanly and swiftly killed.

After firing and killing the Japanese tank commander, the old man didn't pull the bolt to continue firing. Instead, he took a grenade from his waistband and pulled the pin.

In a few quick steps, he was on the tank.

Just as I peeked inside...

As several gunshots rang out, several bullets flew out of the tank; one of them grazed past the old man's ear and almost hit him.

Good heavens! Even at this point, the remaining three Japanese crew members not only refuse to surrender, but continue to put up a stubborn resistance.

Thinking about all this, Lao Che felt a sudden surge of anger.

Without a shred of hesitation, he threw the smoking grenade into the tank, slamming the lid shut with a 'bang'.

Just as the above actions were completed, a muffled thud sounded from inside the tank.

The hatch that had just been closed was blown open again by the shockwave of the explosion, and the blast wave that shot out like a volcanic eruption was mixed with a large amount of flesh and blood.

In such a relatively enclosed space, the power of a grenade explosion is indeed quite strong.

Just seconds later, after the old car climbed into the tank, he cursed, "That wizard must have been bored. Why did he make the grenade so powerful? Ugh~"

As he continued cursing, he vomited on the spot due to intense physical nausea.

Because now, inside the cramped tank, besides the four mangled corpses, the surrounding walls, seats, handles, and other areas are covered as if painted with a layer of blood and flesh.

That strong smell of blood would be unbearable for any normal human being.

After quickly spitting out a mouthful, he forced himself to suppress his nausea, grabbed the blood-soaked corpses of the Japanese soldiers, and pushed them out one by one from the hatch of the turret.

Then, another head popped out. He selected someone from among the brothers outside who had some basic skills and gave him a quick training session.

So the three brothers, who should be able to take on simple jobs like machine gunner and gunner, hurriedly called out, "Quick, come in quickly."

As for the more challenging position of driver, only he himself can take on that role.

As soon as I sat down in the driver's seat, the old car didn't hold me properly; my bottom slipped and my head hit a piece of metal, which hurt terribly.

Because the seat had an extra layer of flesh, it felt incredibly slippery, as if coated with oil.

Leaving aside the three brothers he called over, who hurriedly crawled into the tank and were so shocked by the bloody environment that they vomited on the spot; there are two things that need to be explained.

Firstly, there was a brother next to the tank who climbed into the tank when the old car was inside.

Based on the old tank's previous instructions, a hidden battle flag with the character for "death" was found in the ruins behind it and erected and secured at the rear of the Type 89 medium tank.

This was a little trick the old car used to distinguish friend from foe, so that the tank wouldn't be blown up by friendly forces.

Secondly, although the above description is extensive, it did not take long; from the moment the old car suddenly launched its attack to the subsequent three brothers also crawling into the tank, less than half a minute had passed.

Even so, it was enough for the Japanese tanks in front and behind to notice the anomaly.

Upon noticing the anomaly, they all sprang into action.

The tank in front was a Type 95 light tank, and the tank behind was a Type 89 medium tank. They originally planned to turn their front ends to the left, or to open fire on the approaching personnel.

As a result, they discovered the situation of Lao Che and the others almost simultaneously when they had just turned halfway around.

So the vehicle body stopped rotating, but the turrets with short-barreled tank guns on it all turned towards this side.

It seems that once the adjustments are in place, a shell will be fired.

The Type 89 medium tank, although it is called a medium tank, would probably not be able to withstand either a 37mm tank gun or a 57mm gun due to its fragile armor.

It's like they're surrounded by wolves in front and tigers behind; in just a few seconds, Old Che and his team will be blown up.

Fortunately, through the observation port that he had cleaned with his sleeve, the old car spotted the movement of the Japanese tanks ahead.

The comrade operating the machine gun on the turret also spotted the movement of the Japanese tank behind him and shouted loudly:

"Oh no! The Japanese are about to open fire on us."

Faced with a tremendous threat of death, the old car displayed astonishing calmness.

In a split second, he made the right decision and shouted, "Gunner, take out the Japanese tanks in front; everyone else hold on tight!"

Why hurry? Because we're about to crash into a car, or rather, a tank.

As soon as the words were shouted, the old car shifted into reverse and revved the engine to its maximum, causing the tank to crash into the tank behind it.

Two seconds later, a shell hit the Type 95 light tank less than 20 meters away, turning it into a huge ball of fire.

Three seconds later, the turret of the Type 89 medium tank behind it had been successfully adjusted into place.

The Japanese artillery commander, grinning maliciously, pulled the maglev...

(End of this chapter)