The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 640 Terrifying Rumors (A long chapter of 6,400 words)

Time: 1:16 AM, 31st year of the Republic of China.

Location: On the eastern edge of Jiamusi City, in a makeshift sentry post made of a drafty wooden house.

Kishitani Yabi turned his head to look out the window. As the heavy snow was falling, he stomped his legs, which were almost numb from the cold, a few times.

I realized who was responsible for the terrible ordeal I was in tonight.

He immediately began to curse under his breath: "Hu Biao, the Tiger of Shanghai, and his comrades, all of them deserve to die!"

Why did this have to happen at such a bad time? It's freezing!

"If you're so capable, don't fall into my hands, or I'll make them regret it—regret that of all the other places in China, they chose to come to the Northeast."

However, the other Japanese soldiers on the sentry post, who were warming themselves by the stove and still suffering from his curses, paid no attention to his insults.

The reason they reacted this way is actually very simple:
If it were any other time of year, these island nation expatriates would have already been in their warm and comfortable homes, enjoying a few drinks and falling asleep peacefully with their wives in their arms.

But suddenly we received a notice that everyone should stay at home and not go out.

Some adult men, like Kishitani Yahiro, who receive more training, are required to take up arms and help the garrison carry out emergency missions.

After arriving here carrying a rifle and filled with doubts.

Kishitani also understood the situation better than the others: it turned out that they had caused huge losses to the Empire within the Great Wall, annihilating many famous generals and divisions, and becoming a banner of resistance against Japan on the Chinese side.

Hu Biao, the "Tiger of Shanghai," and his companions, for reasons unknown, came to Northeast China.

Just as night fell, they launched a surprise attack on Mirong Village. Apart from a few lucky survivors, all the other thousands of people were killed.

Then they stole several trucks and began a frantic escape.

According to the latest news, these people, pursued by the 3rd Cavalry Brigade, abandoned their vehicles and fled into a forest not far outside the city.

To capture them, kill them, and avenge the people of Mirong Village.

Almost all the Japanese troops stationed in the city, the puppet troops of Manchukuo, and the black-skinned dogs were mobilized urgently; in coordination with the Third Cavalry Brigade, they conducted a dragnet search outside the city overnight.

This weakened the city's defenses.

Given this situation, thousands of armed civilians in the city were mobilized, resulting in the scene where Kishitani and his group of several people were on duty at a drafty sentry post in temperatures as low as -40 degrees Celsius.

Because the house was so poorly insulated, they quickly became shivering like dogs, and started cursing under their breath.

Of course, even though Kishitani was cursing wildly, he was fully aware that what he was saying was impossible to achieve; it was just a way to vent his frustrations.

On the one hand, given the formidable reputation of Hu Biao and his comrades, if these semi-military personnel were to encounter them...

They're hardly a match for us; they'd be easily defeated.

On the other hand, according to Kishitani and his men's rough estimate, they mobilized no less than 23,000 to 24,000 people for the search operation outside the city tonight alone.

Such a large force could easily form an extremely tight net outside the city.

Even though tonight's terrible weather has a huge impact on the search operation.

No matter how capable Hu Biao and his gang were, they could only escape by sheer luck. Any one of them with a sound mind would never dare to come to Jiamusi City.

Otherwise? If the army surrounds the city, wouldn't they be courting death?

This is also the biggest reason why, even though there were five people on the sentry post, they were all gathered around the stove warming themselves, and no one was watching the outside.

Hu Biao and his men certainly won't enter the city, so why is it necessary to keep an eye on the outside all the time?

Unbeknownst to them, a group of figures draped in white camouflage cloths were stealthily approaching the sentry post...

The people cloaked in white camouflage cloths were none other than Kishitani Yabi and other Japanese armed civilians, Hu Biao and his group, whom they absolutely refused to believe would enter the city.

The continuously falling snow landed on their camouflage cloth, quickly covering it with a thin layer.

The figures were covered in white, almost completely blending into the environment, making them difficult to spot even with wide eyes.

Even more wonderfully, the unusually strong snowstorm tonight quickly covered up their footprints on the ground.

The scent they left behind was quickly dispersed by the wind, rendering the Japanese military dogs useless.

Adding to the fact that visibility was extremely low in the wind and snow, it was only about ten meters at most.

Despite the presence of Japanese soldiers, puppet troops, and thugs outside the city, they were cautiously making their way through the city, and were nearly discovered several times along the way.

They managed to slip through the Japanese army's inescapable net and arrived at the eastern edge of Jiamusi City.

Facing the sentry post in front of him, Hu Biao raised his right hand, which was still numb from the cold even though he was wearing thick leather gloves, and made a series of tactical hand gestures.

Therefore, an order was issued: "Several men should go up and kill the Japanese soldiers inside without alerting the others."

Under such an order, the veterans naturally sprang into action.

Bo Shu and Mo Shuiyan each pulled out an M1911 pistol from their thighs and screwed a silencer onto the muzzle.

Zanana nocked an arrow and drew her bow, while Huang Adi and Chaozi unfurled a miniature folding crossbow.

Huang Yizhi drew a dagger, but held it in his hand as if he were throwing a knife.

In short, the six veterans who were about to take action displayed four different methods of doing so; after quietly approaching the gate and windows of the outpost, they all suddenly launched their attack.

Without any suspense, Kishitani and the others were caught off guard and killed on the spot by various means before they even had a chance to raise their heads, without any opportunity to warn anyone.

However, even on their journey to the underworld, Kishitani and the others will not be lonely at all.

The other three outposts and a patrol of about ten people in the vicinity of them had been quietly wiped out by Hu Biao and his men.

It's definitely not just those five who are unlucky; they won't be the only ones traveling alone on the road to the underworld.

This is just the beginning; many more Japanese soldiers will come to join them.

After a difficult period of infiltration and stealth, Hu Biao and his team, like farmers who had worked hard all year, finally got their harvest.

Not far in front of them, there was a large cluster of houses, their chimneys constantly belching smoke.

These buildings are the areas where the Japanese expatriates lived, according to Zhou Ergou.

Based on their hastily finalized special operations plan—to first create panic in Jiamusi and then take advantage of the chaos—it's time to start taking action against these Japanese devils.

At Hu Biao's gesture, the group of 34 people split up and got to work.

I don't know if it was just my imagination, or if my high fever not only didn't improve after I sweated a little, but actually got worse.

This caused hallucinations both in front of my eyes and in my head.

As the icy snowflakes fell on his head and face, Xu Feng felt that these snowflakes, which were represented by purity in various poems, inexplicably carried a strong smell of blood...

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With a loud thud, Old Yu kicked a door hard.

In an instant, he brutally kicked the bolt, which was as thick as an adult's arm, and the door was kicked open.

Then, Lao Yu rushed into the small red brick house alone; the moment he rushed in, he couldn't help but curse "Damn it!"

This reaction wasn't because he saw anything offensive.

The main part was that we stayed in the wilderness where water froze instantly for six or seven hours.

Suddenly entering an indoor space with a roaring fire and a temperature of at least seventeen or eighteen degrees Celsius, the comfort that seemed to seep into my bones was simply wonderful.

In addition, by the light of the street lamp outside, he could see most of a bottle of liquor, half a fish, some chicken bones, and chicken soup on the table in the room.

The Japanese soldiers living here enjoyed a delicious meal of meat and wine before going to sleep.

Their situation was so much better than theirs, where they almost got frozen solid.

"Damn it! Why are these Japanese devils living so well? They're eating and drinking on the blood and sweat of the villagers!" Thinking of this, Lao Yu felt a surge of hatred and his anger grew even stronger.

Despite his anger, he still grabbed the half-full bottle of liquor from the table and stuffed it into his pocket.

There's no way around it! High-intensity movement and combat always make people thirsty.

As a result, the boiled water in the kettle had long since frozen into ice blocks, so he could only grab a handful of snow and stuff it into his mouth.

I don't know if it was because the stuff was too cold, but Lao Yu's stomach was aching slightly, and he didn't dare to eat any more.

Now, I take this bottle of liquor with me and have a sip from time to time. It not only quenches my thirst but also disinfects my stomach. How wonderful!

After filling the liquor container, Lao Yu rushed into the inner room again.

Despite the lengthy description above, only four or five seconds had passed since he kicked open the door, so there was no time wasted at all.

After seeing the situation in the inner room, Lao Yu cursed again.

This time, he really saw some truly appalling things.

Inside the room were two male Japanese soldiers and one female Japanese soldier. They were not all completely naked, but the female Japanese soldier was only wearing a pair of socks.

What happened before is self-evident.

When Lao Yu rushed in, the three Japanese soldiers naturally did nothing.

A younger man swung his fist and charged at Lao Yu; the older man reached for a wet pillow beside him.

As for the Japanese woman in her thirties, she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

Old Yu's response was simple: he kicked out with a powerful kick, sending the charging young Japanese soldier flying into the air, crashing into the wall behind him before coming to a stop. Then, like a New Year's painting, he slid down the wall, completely unconscious.

He moved the muzzle of his gun slightly and fired a burst of bullets, which hit the old Japanese soldier squarely in the head.

The old Japanese soldier who was shot in the head died on the spot, lying on the bed, but he was still tightly clutching a Mauser pistol that he had just picked up from under his pillow.

The last Japanese woman was covered in the blood splattered by the old Japanese soldier.

I was terrified. I stopped screaming and stood there motionless like a wooden statue.

To be honest, in the following operations, as long as these Japanese women and bastards weren't carrying weapons, Hu Biao and the others didn't intend to kill them.

This point is actually unrelated to whether they are ruthless enough to do it.

The key point is that, according to their action plan, they intend to keep these terrified Japanese women and children around in the city.

Like the spread of a plague, it spreads and amplifies feelings of panic.

Therefore, seeing that the Japanese woman was now completely terrified.

Old Yu raised his right hand, ready to use his two large slaps to wake the Japanese woman up, then scare her a bit so she would scream and run out the door, causing even more panic.

Old Yu got a little carried away and suddenly changed his mind.

The moment the Japanese woman was touched by the icy hand, she snapped back to reality.

Before Lao Yu could say anything harsh to scare her, the woman saw something, and her eyes filled with extreme fear, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

She let out a piercing scream and rushed out of the room wearing only a pair of socks.

This sudden scene stunned Lao Yu, and it took him a while to come to his senses and continue working.

First, he kicked the young Japanese man, breaking his neck and sending him on his final journey; then he pulled a bunch of clothes from the closet and threw them on the bed, and then poured a bucket of soybean oil from the kitchen on them.

Only after doing all this did I light the blanket.

A raging fire immediately rose up and quickly ignited the roof planks and beams.

With the strong winds blowing tonight, the fire will surely spread quickly, which will at least provide Hu Biao and his men with some warmth while causing even greater panic among the Japanese...

While Lao Yu was taking action, the rest of the team naturally weren't idle either.

In fact, apart from a small number of people who set up weapons at key positions to block the Japanese reinforcements, most people acted at the same time.

In this area where the Japanese soldiers lived, they were frantically creating panic.

For example: The guard had just kicked open the door of a Japanese soldier's house and was about to rush in.

Suddenly seeing something vaguely in front of him, he quickly abandoned his plan to rush in and instead dodged to the side.

In a split second, he recognized the head of the Japanese family—a man in his forties wearing glasses who was still awake at this hour.

His face was tense and vigilant, and he was holding a hunting rifle, aiming it at the gate.

Just as the guards were about to dodge, one of the middle-aged Japanese soldiers fired his gun.

Fortunately, the shotgun was loaded with slugs, not shotgun shells. The bullets barely grazed his shoulder and almost hit him.

Still shaken, the guard pulled the trigger.

After three bursts of fire, the middle-aged Japanese soldier was killed on the spot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he rushed into the room, a Japanese boy of about ten years old charged at him, waving a bamboo knife.

After hesitating for half a second, the guard still did not fire and kill him.

It's not that I can't bring myself to do it, but that I have other plans.

He easily dodged the bamboo knife that the brat was slashing at him; then he grabbed the other's wrists with his left hand and slapped him with his big hand.

Even though the guards didn't use their full strength, after just two or three slaps, the little brat's eyes, which were originally full of resentment and hatred, became clear and ingratiating.

After smoking seven or eight cigarettes, all that remained in his eyes was fear.

At this moment, Shouzheng finally let go. The little Japanese brat didn't even bother to glance at the middle-aged Japanese soldier who had been shot on the ground before rushing out of the house.

As she ran, she cried out in a voice trembling with tears, "Help! Help me!"

In the room behind him, the guard lit a lantern and then lunged at a wardrobe.

With a loud crash of shattering glass, burning kerosene splattered all over the wardrobe, and a fire quickly broke out again.

After Shouzheng came out of this house and rushed into the neighboring yard.

To their surprise, the gate was wide open, indicating that the Japanese soldiers living inside must have sensed something was wrong and had already fled.

Just as the guards were hesitating about whether to go in and set a fire, they faintly heard footsteps behind them; when they turned around, they saw that it wasn't any Japanese reinforcements who had arrived.

Instead, after the attack, some Japanese men in the settlements have spontaneously organized themselves to prepare for a counterattack.

The guards could see fifty or sixty men of all ages, carrying rifles, shotguns, pistols, and even samurai swords, swarming towards them.

The expression on his face was quite menacing.

The guard remained completely calm. As he crouched and ran towards a wall, he took out a small melon grenade from his waist, removed the safety pin, and tapped it on his helmet.

After holding it in his hand for two or three seconds, he threw it at the Japanese soldiers who had rushed more than thirty meters away.

The grenade landed perfectly, right in the middle of the Japanese soldiers; and it exploded upon impact, instantly killing seven or eight Japanese soldiers nearby.

The guard had originally intended to hold up his submachine gun and fire another burst of bullets.

It turned out that there was no need for such trouble; these Japanese soldiers all took off running. A single grenade destroyed all their fighting spirit.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and the guard leisurely chased after them, occasionally firing a bullet into the crowd ahead.

Even when he occasionally fired a bullet, he wouldn't aim for the Japanese soldiers' vital organs, not even their legs.

They only hit non-lethal areas like the arms, shoulders, and buttocks, which wouldn't impair movement; the purpose was to drive the Japanese soldiers around and create more panic.

Initially, the number of Japanese soldiers he drove away was only a few dozen.

Before long, the number of people had reached several hundred; as the fire spread and gunshots and explosions continued, more Japanese soldiers dared not stay in their homes.

They hurriedly fled the house, intending to find another place to hide; but found that there were fires and gunshots everywhere, and there was no safe place at all.

For a time, they could only wander around aimlessly like headless flies.

During this process, some unlucky bombs suddenly tripped over something. They themselves were not seriously injured, but some people behind them were blown into the air.

Actually, this was just a simple landmine made by some time travelers, like Mo Shuiyan and others, using grenades and wire.

With the hasty deployment, the Japanese soldiers would not have fallen into the trap if they had just paid a little attention to their footing.

The key issue is that these Japanese soldiers are so panicked that they don't care about their footing and are constantly getting hit.

The frequent explosions and casualties around them made them feel that there was no safe place in Jiamusi, a city with raging winds and snowstorms.

All I could do was keep running, running around, trying to find a safe place.

In short, after Hu Biao and his men split up and took action, although their numbers were small, they used various calculated and unprepared methods to throw the entire eastern part of Jiamusi into chaos in a short period of time.

However, among all the time travelers, the one who caused the most panic was Old Yu.

Although this result was achieved by sheer luck, and there were some absurdities along the way, the effect was still surprisingly good...

Specifically, Yukiko was the Japanese woman who screamed and ran out wearing only a pair of socks.

After running in terror, she finally encountered a group of Japanese soldiers who had fled their homes because they were too afraid to stay there due to the explosions and gunfire.

One of the women, who knew her well, immediately took off her coat and wrapped it around her.

Several other women who weren't very familiar with the girl asked all at once, "Your Majesty, Heavenly Locust! Poor Yukiko, what happened to you that made you so frightened?"

Perhaps it was the warmth of her coat, or the presence of a large group of fellow countrymen, that somewhat alleviated Yukiko's fear.

In a trembling voice, she said, "I encountered a Chinese thug who not only killed my husband and brother-in-law, but also tried to... you know..."

Upon hearing this, the women nearby all looked at him with disdain.

If we were to describe their current state of mind using the language of Northeasterners, it would be something like this:

Damn it! Who doesn't know that you, this slut, have a waistband that's as loose as an old lady's cotton pants? You've slept with countless men, so why would you care about one more thug?
I'm afraid that if I just lie down on the bed, close my eyes, and it's all over, I can just pretend I was being held down by a ghost.

He must have discerned their thoughts from the expressions of the women around him.

Yukiko gritted her teeth, and with trembling hands gestured a size that was slightly larger than a wine bottle, saying:
"That Chinese thug stuff, is it really that scary? People can die from it."

With such a gesture and explanation, the Japanese men around him gaped, their faces filled with shame.

The other women finally showed expressions of extreme fear; they dared not linger any longer and immediately began to move away from the direction from which Yukiko had run.

They were afraid that if they simply stuffed a bottle of liquor into their pocket, Yukiko would mistake it for something scary and chase after them, killing them.

Even more miraculously, as these Japanese women fled in all directions...

Such a misunderstanding and rumor spread to the Japanese women in the city in a short period of time, to the point that it was almost common knowledge...

(End of this chapter)