The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 633 is finished (two chapters combined)

...Our ancestors and compatriots were too kind, so they often suffered losses when they first went to the battlefield.

Especially for those transmigrators who grew up in a peaceful and law-abiding modern world and had just joined; I saw too many speechless reactions from them when they first went to the battlefield.

For example, after killing the Japanese soldiers, he vomited so badly that he almost vomited up jaundice.

When firing the gun and thrusting the bayonet, he instinctively aimed for non-lethal areas...

Of course! This doesn't mean that these modern people are the kind of cowards described online, or the useless people who have been raised in too much peace.

Their appalling behavior is simply due to a failure to shift their mindset.

Once they witness the brutality of the Japanese invaders and see their heinous crimes, they often grow up at an astonishing speed.

It is true that we, the sons and daughters of China in this modern world, have not experienced war for a long time.

But when the nation and its people truly need us, I believe we will still bravely step forward; because the courage inherited in our blood will not be diminished by peace, it is merely hidden away...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

At a distance of fifty or sixty meters from Awei, Zhixiang dodged a shot fired by a Japanese soldier by suddenly crouching down.

As he crouched down, Zhixiang reached for a wooden-handled grenade at his waist.

Then, he quickly removed the back cover, pulled the fuse, held it in his hand for two seconds, and then swung his arm to smash the wooden-handled grenade into a window.

The wooden-handled grenade exploded the moment it hit the ground.

The two Japanese soldiers hiding inside were blown up before they even had a chance to pick up a grenade and throw it back, or to escape.

It can be said that the explosive power of a wooden-handled grenade is astonishing, especially in the confined space of a room.

If there's anything that could be considered a minor flaw, it's that the explosion failed to ignite a fire in the house later on.

However, this was not a big deal, because no Japanese soldiers dared to hide in this house anymore.

It was after the explosion reached his ears that Ah Wei, who had been in a daze for almost a minute, finally snapped out of his daze in the face of Lao Ma and Lao Che's demands.

He gritted his teeth, held his M1 carbine, and crouched low as he slowly approached a Japanese compound ahead.

After taking twelve or thirteen steps, he faintly heard some noise and immediately began to pull the trigger repeatedly on a wooden door in front of him.

Because when the first shot was fired, he heard screams.

Just as he had predicted, there was indeed a Japanese soldier hiding behind the door, so Ah Wei fired five shots in quick succession, only stopping when he thought the person inside had been killed.

What Ah Wei didn't realize was...

Then the door opened, and a Japanese boy, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, staggered out, clutching his stomach with both hands.

He was shot at least three times in the ribs, chest, and abdomen, and it was clear he wouldn't survive.

At this moment, his eyes and face were filled with pain, despair, and pleading, and from his bleeding mouth, he kept shouting:

"お木さん、お木さん(mother)"

After staggering forward five or six steps, the little Japanese devil collapsed to the ground and died.

In the past, although Awei had also fired along with Lao Che and Lao Ma, killing several Japanese soldiers in the process, the one in front of him was the first target he killed alone.

The most crucial issue is that this is still a half-grown Japanese brat.

In that instant, Ah Wei knew perfectly well that these Japanese bastards had also grown up eating human blood buns, and their actions behind the door were definitely not well-intentioned; they were probably planning to ambush him.

I killed him myself, so his death was deserved and was a pointless one.

But for some reason, when he saw the Japanese soldier who had just died, Awei couldn't help but feel weak in the knees, his stomach churned and he felt extremely nauseous, and he felt a strong sense of pity.

If that's all there is to it, it's not a big deal. This kind of rookie reaction when first entering the battlefield will eventually get used to as Ah Wei keeps vomiting.

At this crucial moment, another figure rushed out from behind the door, and it turned out to be a Japanese brat.

He was even younger, probably only ten years old, but he was holding a bamboo sword and yelling things like "You Chinese dog!" and "I'll kill you!" as he charged at Awei.

Because the other person was so young, Ah Wei hesitated instinctively and did not fire.

Therefore, in the blink of an eye, he was hit hard on the shoulder and arm; although this little Japanese devil was not old, it was extremely painful when the bamboo sword hit his upper body.

Seeing that the bamboo sword couldn't kill Awei, the brat suddenly lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a tiny katana tucked inside.

When the small katana was drawn, its blade was gleaming and incredibly sharp.

If that Japanese devil stabbed you, it would be more than just a few bruises.

The overwhelming will to survive surged within Awei, instantly overwhelming everything else in his mind. He turned the muzzle of his M1 carbine and immediately pulled the trigger.

However, at this critical moment, he was horrified to discover that the 10-round magazine had been completely emptied at some point.

In the blink of an eye, the little brat's small katana had already pierced his abdomen.

With his mind blank, Awei swung the sturdy butt of his M1 carbine and smashed it towards the little brat's face.

While smashing him until his face was covered in blood, the man was also knocked to the ground.

Before he could struggle to his feet, Ah Wei suddenly bent down and slammed the butt of his gun down again.

One, two... after who knows how many times, until Old Ma grabbed one of his arms and shouted at him, "That's enough! This little Japanese devil is long dead."

Also, let me emphasize this to you again, kid.

Always keep an eye on your magazine, and no matter how big or small the Japanese soldier is, if they have a weapon, even if it's just a broom, don't hesitate to open fire and kill them.

When Lao Ma's voice reached his ears, Awei finally came to his senses.

He first touched the spot where the knife had pierced his abdomen and found that, thanks to the DIY bulletproof plate, the small knife had only torn a few layers of his clothes and had not caused any actual damage. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, I was just about to say thank you to Old Ma.

Then, he inadvertently noticed the stock of the M1 carbine in his hand, and the black uniform he was wearing, which had been seized from the traitor Sir, was covered in mottled blood and some suspicious white liquid.

After realizing that these white things must be brain matter.

Ah Wei could no longer control the churning in his chest and abdomen, and he vomited with a "whoosh".

He was vomiting so badly that he didn't notice this detail at all:
On the left side of the house, there lay a small, old Japanese man with a dagger stuck in his forehead; he was completely dead.

All we can say is that during his difficult and brutal battle with the two Japanese brats, although Old Ma and Old Che didn't intervene, they only confirmed that the novice was out of danger and could let him gain some experience.

Other deadly threats had already been dealt with in advance...

At the same time, when Awei was kneeling on the ground, vomiting so badly that he felt dizzy and disoriented.

Perhaps it was based on the tacit understanding among veteran transmigrators, or perhaps it was a wicked sense of humor; in any case, after realizing that the battle in Miyaka Village was not particularly suspenseful and not very intense.

Similar situations to Awei's occurred with other newbies; they were all sent to fight the Japanese under the supervision of experienced players.

Among them, Han Shuang and Xiao Bai performed better.

It's quite reasonable that Han Shuang performed well; after all, he's a five-year veteran of the PLA and possesses considerable military skills.

In the beginning, I was really not used to the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle and the powerful recoil of the 7.62mm full-power bullet.

The first eight-round magazine failed to hit a single target.

After switching to a new magazine and getting used to the weapons at hand, his performance was quite good, and he killed two Japanese soldiers in a short time.

He quickly integrated into the three-person fighting team he formed with Annie and the henchman.

Unlike Ah Wei and the others, they weren't just there to watch the show.

If we had to pinpoint a place that annoyed or left Anne and the henchman speechless, it would be during the attack on roughly the seventh house.

Two Japanese soldiers dressed in kimonos, typical of Japanese ronin.

Before they could even charge in, they were suddenly attacked by someone wielding a samurai sword.

Before the other two could fire, Annie's eyes lit up and she shouted, "Don't shoot! Let me try my knife skills!" She had said this during her final battle in her last time-traveling adventure.

After experiencing the feeling of wielding a large sword but using the swordsmanship of a Japanese samurai sword to cut people, which was quite incongruous and extremely awkward, I realized that it was a very strange and awkward experience.

During the last break, besides going to Shanghai and my hometown in Hunan Province with Hu Biao to celebrate the holidays, I practiced the "Eight Cuts of Breaking the Edge" sword technique quite a bit.

Although I practiced hard and thought I was making good progress, I still hadn't experienced real combat.

Now that I have the opportunity to put it into practice, of course I should give it a try.

After shouting, Annie threw away her MP28 submachine gun, drew a large knife from her back, and charged towards the two Japanese soldiers who were attacking from the left and right.

He stepped forward with his right foot into a right empty stance, and slashed down with his broadsword like lightning, executing the move: a powerful, head-on cleaving strike.

Faced with the lightning-fast slash of the broadsword, the Japanese soldier only had time to grip the hilt with both hands, hold the blade horizontally, and raise it high in front of him, preparing to parry the blow first.

With a crisp "clang," the sharp samurai sword in his hand was cleaved in two as easily as cutting sugarcane.

The greatsword, still brimming with power, continued its downward thrust, cleaving open the Japanese soldier's skull.

After being stabbed like that, the Japanese soldier died on the spot.

At this moment, another Japanese soldier also used a kasaya-zan (a type of Japanese sword strike) to viciously slash at Annie; however, the girl's steps were not particularly fast, and she easily dodged the fatal blow by simply taking half a step to the side.

Then, as he turned around, he flipped his wrists and swept the knife horizontally with both hands, unleashing another move: "Sweeping Autumn Leaves with the Wind's Force".

A flash of bright light streaked past, and the Japanese soldier was cleaved in two at the waist.

With a muffled thud, the upper half of the Japanese soldier's body fell to the ground. Surprisingly, he did not die immediately, but he experienced an astonishing pain as a large amount of his internal organs gushed out of his wound.

This left the Japanese soldier unable to do anything but lie on the ground screaming and waiting to die.

Annie killed two people in just a few seconds, which shows that she has really mastered the 'Eight Blades of Breaking Edge' technique recently.

Seeing Annie wiping the blood off the blade on the Japanese soldiers' corpses, Han Shuang's eyes suddenly lit up as if she had discovered a treasure.

Seeing this, the thug couldn't stand it any longer. He shoved Frost and muttered a warning:
"She's elegant in public and capable on the battlefield, especially when she's wielding a knife to kill someone—she's incredibly cool! Isn't this kind of proprietress perfect?"
But no matter how good she is, you've missed your chance; she's already taken, but that damned girl Hu Biao, both sides have met each other's parents, and they're rumored to be getting married soon.

"Oh dear! What a pity."

In response to the thug's instructions, Han Shuang said this, but her eyes shone even brighter as she looked at Annie...

At the same time, but in a different location, a little to the left of the village, Mr. Minami, Himeko, and Shiro formed a three-person combat team.

Xiao Bai, a new female anchor, was accompanied by Mr. Nanze and Ji Shouxing.

He was currently holding a gun and cautiously approaching a house.

When they were about twelve or thirteen meters away from the main gate, there was a sudden loud bang. It turned out that a Japanese woman in her thirties had suddenly opened the side gate and was running away into the depths of the village.

Seeing that the woman was unarmed, Ji Shouxing and Mr. Nanze released their guns at the crucial moment, choosing not to kill her.

But he still couldn't survive with this Japanese woman.

After running seven or eight steps, two splatters of blood appeared on his vest, and he collapsed to the ground.

It turned out that Xiaobai, despite being trembling all over, still raised his M1 carbine and shot the Japanese woman from behind, killing her.

If the above isn't enough, then a tiny figure rushes out of the house again in the next second.

Xiao Bai gritted his teeth, turned the gun barrel, and prepared to fire again.

Good heavens! She not only remembered the instructions the veterans had given her before entering the village: "Shoot the Japanese soldiers, whether they are women or children, as long as they have weapons."

They even took it to the extreme, to the point that they would kill any Japanese soldier they saw.

However, after seeing the small figure that appeared, who was dressed in Chinese attire despite being covered in patches, and who rushed out ready to kneel down, etc.

Mr. Nanze suddenly reached out and grabbed the gun in Xiaobai's hand, lifting it upwards at the crucial moment.

The bullet that Xiaobai hastily fired hit an icicle hanging under the eaves, saving the little figure's life.

Then, facing the small, terrified figure, Mr. Nanze asked a question:
"You're Chinese? What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, the small figure kneeling before him answered in a thick Northeastern accent:
"In response to your question, sir! I am a native Chinese. I had no choice but to become a servant for this Japanese family in order to earn enough to feed my mother."

These Japanese devils are inhuman! If it weren't for the timely arrival of these brave men tonight, I would have been beaten to death.

By this time, Mr. Nanze could clearly see the child's bruises and bloodstains on his head and face, and he no longer doubted his identity.

He took a small piece of chocolate out of his pocket, put it in the other person's hand, and said, "Get up quickly! Don't run around. Hide back in the house and wait until the gunfire stops completely before coming out."

After saying that, he beckoned the thugs and Xiaobai to continue forward.

After taking a few steps forward, Mr. Nanze couldn't help but ask the newcomer, Xiaobai, a question that had been nagging at him:

"They're all women and children, how can you, a newcomer, do such a thing?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaobai gave a sorrowful smile and replied:
"I don't know if what you're saying—that as long as you fight the Japanese well, you can go back to the modern world, or be resurrected after dying in battle—is true or not."

But I know that I'm raising a son in middle school alone, and if I die here and can't get back, my son will become an orphan.

Upon hearing this answer, Mr. Nanze was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Because of Xiaobai's image as a woman who is "weak by nature, but strong when she becomes a mother" and who bravely stands up for her child, she suddenly became a towering figure in his heart.

This situation continued until Xiaobai, in a self-deprecating tone, recounted:

"So what if it's murder? What's so hard about it? I killed three people before I was 20."

Mr. Nanze: "..."

******
The battle in Miyaka Village, after about twenty-seven or twenty-eight minutes, was coming to an end.

Perhaps a few scattered Japanese soldiers are still hiding in other parts of the village; but the vast majority of the people are now gathered in the center of the village, in a building that should be the village office or something similar.

Once they are eliminated, this important stronghold of the Japanese settlers will be completely wiped out.

Compared to the other buildings in the village, they are all low-rise wooden structures in an island-style setting.

The village office in Mirong Village was actually a three-story red brick building with dozens of rooms; more than a hundred old Japanese soldiers and teenagers were crouching behind the windows, setting up their rifles, preparing for a final struggle.

Just as Hu Biao was about to call on everyone to hurry up and wipe out the last of the Japanese soldiers.

It was good that he was driving a truck to rescue General Zhao.

Suddenly, a hissing sound came from a loudspeaker hanging on a utility pole not far away.

Then, from among them, a fairly standard Mandarin Chinese was spoken:

"Who exactly are you people? Northeast KL and those bandits definitely don't have your equipment or fighting strength."

"You dare attack a village belonging to the Imperial settlers? Aren't you afraid of the Empire's retaliation? I advise you to lay down your weapons and surrender immediately; perhaps there's still a chance for you to survive."

Hearing that voice trying to sound calm, Hu Biao found it somewhat amusing.

I didn't want to answer at first, but then I thought that if we made a big fuss, even if they couldn't get there in time, General Zhao and the others might realize that something was wrong and abandon their original plan.

He immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Listen up, you little devils! I am Hu Biao, the lieutenant colonel and commander of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment!"

The words had barely faded when AT, who had also failed in his attempt to show off before, stood with his hands on his hips and shouted, "I'm a lieutenant colonel and regimental deputy AT of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment!"

Then Annie and the others followed suit, one by one.

Newcomers like Han Shuang and A Wei proudly announced their names.

Compared to the Northeasterners who were kept in the dark and whose information from outside the Great Wall was strictly blocked, these Japanese soldiers clearly had well-established channels for obtaining information from the outside world, having heard of the names mentioned above.

Even through the loudspeaker, an incredulous exclamation rang out:
"Hu Biao refers to Hu Biao, the Tiger of Shanghai, and his partners."

Why have you powerful beings, who annihilated one Imperial division after another and killed no less than 100,000 Imperial warriors in Shanghai, Taierzhuang, Northwest Shanxi, South Guangxi, and C City, come to the Northeast?
"It's over, it's over, we're completely finished."

Suddenly, a voice filled with terror and despair blared from the loudspeaker, carrying far and wide through the cold night…

(End of this chapter)