The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 585 (6 chapters) (Bonus chapter for Jiuzhou Xianren)

As he silently counted to 6, Xiao Henan's large Japanese horse crashed into the chest of a Japanese machine gun assistant who was hurriedly getting up.

With a crisp 'crack', the Japanese soldier was sent flying backward.

Even while he was still airborne, you could see that his chest had clearly caved in, and when he opened his mouth to make a sound, he kept spitting out blood.

Clearly, this Japanese soldier, whose ribs had been broken countless times, had suffered internal injuries.

Seeing that the enemy was doomed, it could already be considered a kill.

Xiao Henan didn't even glance at the victory; he gripped the horse's belly tightly with his legs and used his waist strength to dodge a bayonet thrusting from his left.

Leaning to the right, he clenched his teeth and fiercely swung a Type 32 A military sword in his right hand at the Japanese machine gunner on his right.

If he remembered correctly, this bastard had just been using a Type 924 heavy machine gun and had killed at least a dozen of his brothers. He had wanted to kill this bastard for a long time.

Faced with the gleaming saber coming at him, the Japanese marksman, driven by the instinct for survival, used his left arm to shield his head and face.

Unfortunately, this defensive maneuver was completely ineffective against Xiao Henan's powerful strike, which took advantage of his horse's speed and superior position.

With a scream, the Japanese soldier's raised left arm was first severed.

Immediately afterwards, that fat, big-eared face also received a cut that almost split the face in two, severing the bridge of the nose.

At the moment when the Japanese machine gunner, covering his face and falling backward, could be considered a complete defeat.

In Xiao Henan's heart, he silently counted down the number '7' once again.

Readers who frequently watch or fight the Japanese will surely be able to easily see this by now: the numbers that Xiao Henan is silently counting in his mind actually represent his latest kill count.

As for why he counted the number of Japanese soldiers he killed in this battle?

Of course, it was for the pickled vegetables he ate at nightfall.

He clearly remembers that he ate three chili peppers, five scallions, and half a radish, totaling 23 bites.

So he decided that he had to kill at least 23 Japanese soldiers tonight to live up to the villagers' good intentions.

One bite of pickled cabbage equals one Japanese soldier; more is better than less.

After cutting down the Japanese machine gunner with a single blow, the remaining 230 to 240 men of the cavalry battalion charged onto the front lines with Xiao Henan and Lao Ma.

They swung their long swords continuously, cutting down the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield.

They paid the price of seventy or eighty men to finally break through the Japanese defenses in this direction; but for the cavalry battalion, their battle had only just begun.

Seeing that the situation was not good, three or four hundred Japanese soldiers in the Japanese encampment on the other side of the defensive line turned around.

The dozens of them hastily gathered together and, using natural cover such as rocks, earthen slopes, and ditches, set up some light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.

They formed temporary blocking positions that could support each other, preventing the Japanese from launching a fierce attack from behind while they were engaged in a fierce battle with the 74th Army.

If they succeed, the cavalry battalion will have to lose at least seventy or eighty men before they can break through their blockade.

Seeing this, Xiao Henan was determined not to let the Japanese achieve their goal.

He slashed the horse's rump hard with the back of his saber, causing the horse, which had slowed down after hitting the Japanese soldiers, to accelerate again in pain.

With a leap, he crossed the Japanese trench, which was no more than 80 or 90 centimeters wide, and charged toward the Japanese soldiers who should have been trying to hastily assemble.

The remaining cavalrymen didn't need to be told; seeing this, they naturally followed suit.

After sacrificing another twenty or thirty men, they completely nipped the Japanese soldiers' idea of ​​ambush them in the bud.

Before long, Xiao Henan and the others' eyes lit up.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already broken through the Japanese encampment and were about to reach the back of the Japanese troops who were desperately trying to stop the 74th Army's 3,100-strong attack force.

This time, however, Xiao Henan and his men didn't charge straight into the position with their long swords and hack away. Instead, they used a different tactic.

When they were still about forty meters away from the defensive line, Xiao Henan and Lao Ma shouted three words: "Grenade!"

After the shout, the cavalrymen riding at full speed made an almost unanimous movement.

They each used their free left hands to pull out a grenade with the cap removed from their waists. They bit the fuse with their teeth and pulled it open, by which time their warhorses had already charged to a position about twenty meters away from the Japanese lines.

From that position, they suddenly pulled on the reins.

He steed his horse to gallop to the left and right, while simultaneously throwing the smoking grenades into the Japanese defense line.

The grenade, which had been in their hands for a second or two, exploded violently almost the instant it hit the ground, killing and wounding many Japanese soldiers on the defensive line.

In particular, some of the machine gun and grenade launcher firing positions received special attention from them.

They would throw at least two or three grenades at them simultaneously, as if worried that the Japanese machine gunners and grenade launchers wouldn't be killed enough.

The Japanese soldiers, who were already struggling to resist the fierce attack of more than 3,000 brothers of the 74th Army, could hardly hold on under such circumstances of being attacked from both sides.
The 74th Army brothers seized the opportunity and surged forward like a tidal wave.

I believe we can reach the defensive line in half a minute at most, and completely overwhelm the Japanese soldiers above within three to five minutes.

At that moment, Xiao Henan was overjoyed, not only because they only needed to spend a few more minutes to completely wipe out the remaining Japanese soldiers in the camp.

The key point is that he just threw a grenade, which actually detonated a box of ammunition belonging to the Japanese soldiers. The huge explosion took down at least seven or eight Japanese soldiers.

Including the few Japanese soldiers he killed while charging over, the number he silently counted in his mind had now reached 17.

It means that as long as he kills six more Japanese soldiers, he can live up to the villagers' heartfelt wishes; any Japanese soldiers he kills after that can be considered as a gift from Little Henan.

It was precisely at this very moment that a Japanese soldier, who had hastily ducked to take cover in the hail of grenades they were throwing, was caught.

After getting up again, he saw enemies on both sides and instinctively picked up his rifle and opened fire on the cavalrymen he considered the biggest threat.

After a gunshot, a 6.5mm bullet entered Xiao He's right rib, causing horrific damage.

With a sudden jolt, Xiao Henan knew that his journey through time was about to come to an end.

He had been mentally prepared for the possibility of dying in battle during his transmigration, but at this moment he felt immense regret and resentment.

Damn it! He still had six Japanese soldiers he hadn't managed to kill.

Feeling his life rapidly fading away, and unable to even maintain his balance on the horse, he mustered his last strength and let out a desperate roar, his voice filled with pleading:

"One-eyed dragons! Six, six~"

After hurriedly shouting, Xiao Henan swayed and fell off his warhorse.

The middle-aged man hadn't even completely hit the ground before he was already lifeless; even so, a strong sense of worry remained on his face.

This was because they were worried that if Old Ma, his teammate, hadn't heard his final plea and made up for the six Japanese soldiers he had killed, how could he face his fellow villagers...

How lucky! At this moment, Old Ma was only seventeen or eighteen meters away from Xiao Henan.

Therefore, this guy not only heard Xiao Henan's dying plea, but also saw Xiao Henan fall off his horse, and understood the meaning of 'six'.

Unfortunately! This actually refers to Lao Ma.

Although he was a big man from Shandong Province, he had worked and lived in Shuangqing for a long time and had long been accustomed to Shuangqing pickled vegetables, which tasted similar to those from Hunan Province.

It's the kind of food I haven't had in a while, and I've been really craving it.

In the previous period, he ate a total of 41 bites of pickled cabbage and five large bowls of brown rice.

They enjoyed the meal, but then realized they had to kill 41 Japanese soldiers to repay the kindness of their fellow villagers.

In tonight's battle, he has only taken down 15 Japanese soldiers, leaving 26 men behind, putting him under immense pressure; then suddenly, the number of missions increased by 6.

But the blind man, Xiao Henan, is completely dead. How could he refuse such a dying wish? No matter how difficult it is, he has to bite the bullet and carry it out.

"Damn it! I should have known better than to eat less pickled cabbage with my meals."

As he brandished his saber and charged towards several lone Japanese soldiers in the encampment, Old Ma muttered these thoughts to himself.

However, he also knew that if he could go back a few hours, he would still eat his fill; not only for the delicious taste, but also for the heartfelt sentiments of his fellow villagers...

(End of this chapter)