The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 575: The Pulling is Finished (Bonus Chapter for Bookworm Little Duck Helmsman)
When he saw that after his latest order was given, not a single one of his remaining tanks had managed to break through the encirclement.

However, they were easily wiped out by the Nationalist army with even greater speed, and with fewer or even almost no casualties.

Colonel Yu Chengmin, overwhelmed with rage, suddenly felt dizzy and his vision went black.

If I hadn't quickly braced myself with my katana, I might have fallen flat on my face.

He knew he was doomed! His tank unit was finished; not a single tank could be saved today. He himself was finished too; retiring immediately after the war would be the most dignified end for him.

But soon after, Yu Chengmin was horrified to discover that he was wrong, terribly wrong.

If he doesn't do something quickly, he might not even be able to save his own life.

Because after the Japanese made a foolish move, Annie, Mina, Huang Adi, and others, and even the Type 89 medium tank driven by the old car, were all caught in the crossfire.

I had originally planned to take advantage of this great opportunity to destroy a few more Japanese tanks.

What happened? They immediately learned what it meant to have too many monks and too little porridge.

They had just locked onto a target, clutching Molotov cocktails and cluster grenades, ready to charge; or perhaps they were turning their guns around to unleash a devastating attack.

Rockets with long tail fins streaked across the night sky, heading straight for the Japanese tanks that were moving slowly through the ruins and were perfect targets.

These rocket launchers, finally loaded, also began firing at the Japanese tanks.

After bursts of brilliant fire and explosions lit up the sky, Annie and the others were quite annoyed to find that their original target was nowhere to be found.

Further away from them, there are now only a few scattered Japanese tanks left.

But they knew that if they waited until they rushed over, they would have already been shot down by others.

Just then, the supply and repair troops of the 13th Tank Regiment, driven by Colonel Tomochiro Minoru, charged forward with frantic howls.

Even with dozens of brothers under the Cross leading their troops firing desperately, they were still struggling to hold off the enemy.

Seeing this, they naturally changed direction and charged towards Colonel Tomochishi and his men.

The one who reacted the fastest was naturally the one driving an old Type 89 medium tank that he had stolen; after seeing the situation through the observation port, he adjusted the tank slightly and drove straight onto the roadside ruins.

After dodging a string of destroyed tanks and cars on the road, they fiercely charged at the oncoming Japanese soldiers amidst continuous fire from the vehicle-mounted machine guns and tank cannons.

In a very short time, a large number of the Japanese soldiers who tried to rush up to help, driven by Yu Chengmin, were knocked down.

Even so, these Japanese soldiers did not give up.

Amid the shouts of the Japanese officers, several veteran Japanese soldiers grabbed bags of grenades, intending to imitate Hu Biao and his men's method of going around to the side and rear of the tanks to blow them up.

Unfortunately, at this crucial moment, Brother Huang rushed up with more than a dozen brothers.

They followed closely behind the tanks, occasionally peeking out with their heads and gun barrels to shoot down any Japanese soldiers who tried to charge forward.

This taught the Japanese devils a good lesson, showing them what true infantry-tank coordination really means.

After killing seven or eight Japanese soldiers who rushed up to blow up the tank, the old man's tank continued to advance, getting closer and closer to Yu Chengmin.

Even while the machine gunner was loading ammunition, the old tank didn't stop its advance, instead ramming directly into the Japanese soldiers blocking its path.

It knocked them to the ground and ran them over.

A very short time later, the Type 89 tank driven by this old vehicle, with the death flag fluttering at its rear, still retained its original color.

The other tracks and armor were all covered in a thick layer of blood, making it look like a war machine that had come out of hell.

Seeing this, Colonel Tomochishi and the other Japanese soldiers completely broke down.

He had completely forgotten about breaking through the cross and others' blockade to rescue the few remaining tanks.

The hundreds of Japanese soldiers who had gathered together scattered in an instant. Among them, Colonel Tomochiri Toshi was pulled by one arm by his adjutant and fled into the ruins on one side.

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During his staggering escape, Colonel Tomochiro Toshi was filled with sorrow, but also a hint of secret joy.

Because at least that one blood-red terrifying war machine caught up with another group of subordinates, sparing them from facing such a ferocious opponent.

He still had fifty or sixty soldiers with him, who should be able to protect him and help him escape the battlefield; although the outcome would be terrible, he would at least survive. However, the Japanese colonel soon realized that he had been too optimistic.

After running another dozen or so steps, the cousins ​​Annie and Mina, along with about a dozen guards including Yin Jinhua, broke out from a broken wall on one side.

Although there were far fewer of them, each of them had a DIY shotgun.

They opened fire from a distance of less than five or six meters, and a volley of shotgun shells immediately felled seventeen or eighteen Japanese soldiers. The other Japanese soldiers were also thrown into a panic by the sudden and intense firepower.

Before Colonel Tomohiro and the others could recover, the enemy, wielding various long swords, charged forward and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

In the gleaming light of the blades, one Japanese soldier after another was quickly cut down.

Anne, in particular, charged straight toward Yu Chengmin, who was wearing the rank of colonel and was clearly a big shot.

Even though his Japanese soldiers were still desperately trying to protect him, they were all cut down by Annie, none of them even lasting three of her blows.

The only thing that Annie regretted was that even with three samurai swords on her back, it still wasn't enough to kill the Japanese soldiers.

In order to kill her opponent as quickly as possible, she often didn't care about the angle of her knife strikes; sometimes, she even had to strike hard on the hard barrel of a gun.

So much so that after killing a few Japanese soldiers, his samurai sword would either bend or break in two.

After cutting down several people, he rushed to the front and back of the Japanese colonel, leaving only half of his last knife in his hand.

Perhaps for this reason, Colonel Tomonari saw an opportunity. He gripped the sword with both hands, raised the katana high, and slashed at Annie with lightning speed.

Faced with the swift slash, Annie merely took a nimble step to the left, dodging Yu Chengmin's full-force attack; as she took that step, she casually swung the broken sword in her hand.

Then, Anne threw away the broken knife in her hand and muttered a curse:
"From now on, when I chop someone up, whether I use a goose-feather saber or a broadsword, I will never use those damn samurai swords of the Japanese again."

This thing is like it's made of paper; it's not fun at all.

And just half a meter away from her feet, Colonel Tomonari collapsed.

He wasn't dead, but his once prominent belly had been cut open, revealing colorful intestines spilling out onto the floor. The immense pain left him with no other threat than waiting to die in agony...

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At the same time, when Annie casually cut open Colonel Tomonari's abdomen with a broken knife.

Hu Biao took out a signal gun with an unusually large muzzle from his waist, pulled the trigger, and a red signal flare immediately flew into the sky, which could be clearly seen from a great distance.

At the same time, Hu Biao shouted:
"Stop standing there, everyone! Half of you go and clean up the battlefield immediately. Bring our fallen and wounded brothers with you. We must bring them home."

"The other half of you come with me to organize the defensive line, so we can support the brothers who retreat."

That's right! Just seconds ago, an 89-type medium tank was blown up by a rocket.

Apart from the old tank that ran over the fleeing Japanese soldiers, there is no other intact tank left on the entire battlefield; tonight's "tooth extraction" operation is also completely complete, and it's time to withdraw.

Instinctively, Zhang Lingfu raised his wrist, glanced at the time on it, and was completely dumbfounded.

He discovered that only five minutes had passed since Chen Tang pressed the detonator.

The battle, which he had anticipated would last at least one or two hours, was already completely over; the Japanese tank regiment's seventy-odd tanks had now been almost entirely wiped out.

Such terrifying efficiency made him extremely uncomfortable, and he became increasingly aware of the gap between himself and Hu Biao.

"The casualties from this attack are too high; at least five or six hundred people have been killed or wounded in just five minutes. Since they have rocket launchers, if they follow my tactics and fight slowly, they'll definitely..."

Subconsciously, Zhang Lingfu started making excuses.

However, he abruptly stopped midway through his muttering.

Because he had realized that if they fought slowly according to his tactics, and waited for the Japanese to arrive with reinforcements from the city, their casualties would be even greater.

There was even a huge danger of being surrounded by the Japanese forces and annihilated.

Therefore, Hu Biao's mad dog-like fighting style was actually the optimal solution.

Upon realizing this, Zhang Lingfu felt as if his worldview had been shattered...

(End of this chapter)