The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 643 Sepsis (Bonus chapter for chapter 9527 being taken)
Under normal circumstances, after these hordes of Japanese civilians stormed into the air force headquarters, they would simply find a room or hide under the eaves and that would be the end of it; they wouldn't cause any bigger commotion.

After all, they were trying to survive, not cause trouble.

However, Hu Biao and his men were not about to let things develop in that direction; they were there to cause trouble.

Just as a group of Japanese soldiers, old, weak, women and children, had just rushed into a large square behind the gate, causing the sentries at the gate to stumble and fall.

Uncle Bo had already pulled out two small melon grenades from his crotch, still warm and smelling of his body. After pulling out the safety pins, he tapped them together, triggering the fuses.

Then, taking advantage of the chaotic scene, he casually tossed the little melon off the ground.

Seconds later, two loud explosions rang out, and more than a dozen figures and a large amount of flesh and blood flew up, raining blood on the Japanese soldiers around them.

The screams from these Japanese civilians had just subsided.

While his heart was still filled with immense terror, Hu Biao's voice, brimming with grief and indignation, rang out:

"Traitors of the Tianzhu Kingdom! They wouldn't let us in before, and they watched us get killed by thugs. Now they're even throwing bombs at us. How can they be so cruel?"
Everyone, run for your lives! They want to kill us all.

"If we survive tonight, we'll never be able to defeat them again. We're going to the Kwantung Army headquarters, to complain to His Majesty the Emperor."

Mo Shuiyan, Lao San, Huang Yizhi, and a group of veterans immediately joined in the shouting:

"Everyone, run for your lives! They want to kill us all!"

Amidst such a shout, and with the series of unexpected events tonight, the Japanese soldiers, whose minds were practically shutting down, couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood.

They didn't even notice the strange accents of the Japanese, subconsciously assuming it was because their tongues were frozen.

In fact, the Japanese major who led his men to block the doorway was now completely dumbfounded.

He had led his men, bayonets at the ready, and though his expression was fierce, he never considered firing a shot.

"Damn it! Which idiot threw that grenade? I'm going to kill him later." The thought flashed through his mind.

He shouted, "Misunderstanding! It must be a misunderstanding, everyone don't panic!"

However, such shouts had absolutely no effect on the Japanese civilians who were filled with fear and even anger towards them.

More than three thousand Japanese civilians instinctively rushed back towards the gate they had just emerged from.

But just like when they rushed in, the gate, which was only a few meters wide, couldn't possibly accommodate so many people rushing out at the same time.

As they pushed and trampled each other, the crowd only grew more congested.

At that moment, Van Gogh also took the opportunity to secretly throw out two grenades.

The explosions that rang out again, along with the flying blood and flesh, caused the Japanese soldiers and civilians crowded at the gate to scatter in all directions, fleeing frantically towards other areas of the air force headquarters.

During this process, Hu Biao and his men naturally crouched low, blending in among the others to search for valuable targets to take action against.

For example: When Zhixiang was passing by an office building, he reached his right hand into his clothes, and when he took it out again, he had a Molotov cocktail in his hand.

Because they couldn't find gasoline in their haste, the bottle contained kerosene.

But it didn't matter. After Zhixiang lit the Molotov cocktail, smashed the glass with his elbow, and threw the Molotov cocktail inside, the tables, chairs, and documents inside quickly caught fire.

Perhaps it was the sound of breaking glass that attracted the attention of two fleeing Japanese civilians nearby, who instinctively looked over.

Upon witnessing the elephant's actions, they were jolted awake and vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

Unfortunately, before they could utter a single word, Zhixiang swiftly drew his pistol and fired two shots, killing the two Japanese soldiers.

That wasn't all; Zhixiang then shouted in Japanese, which was difficult to understand:
"Oh no! Those bastards started shooting at us! They're going to kill us all! Everyone run!"

Similar actions were repeatedly performed on others; before long, fires were raging in several places within the Japanese air force headquarters.

The headquarters had a limited number of guards, and now they were scattered by a large number of Japanese soldiers and civilians. There was no chance to put out the fire, and they could only watch as the fire continued to spread.

However, the place that caused the greatest losses to the Japanese was the attack on the pilots' dormitory.

Hu Biao, Uncle Bo, and Dali ran around the headquarters for a while, and when they saw a two-story villa, their eyes lit up. They had a strange feeling that this was the dormitory for the Japanese pilots.

Their intuition was correct, because when they got closer, they saw several Japanese soldiers wearing bomber jackets on the second-floor balcony, looking them over.

Without a second thought, Hu Biao pulled out an MP28 submachine gun from under his coat and held it in his hand.

He raised his gun and unleashed a burst of bullets, instantly killing at least two squadrons of Japanese pilots.

Dali and Uncle Bo are both veterans, so there's no need for any extra greetings.

Almost simultaneously, they also pulled out submachine guns from under their coats and jackets and happily joined the battle.

Especially judging from Uncle Bo's expression, he looked particularly excited.

There was no other way! It's not like he didn't have other combat skills, but in order to cooperate with the team, he had to always play the role of a sniper.

Now that I finally have the opportunity to fight as a fire assault soldier, it feels incredibly exhilarating, and I'm incredibly brave.

In a very short time, this guy either used a submachine gun to fire or used grenades to clear out seven dorm rooms.

The treatment of Japanese pilots was much better than that of ordinary soldiers in the army, but there were still four Japanese pilots living in one dormitory.

This means that at least two Japanese air squadrons no longer have any pilots.

The only thing that made him feel sorry was that by this time, there were no more living Japanese pilots in the dormitory building; the rest had all been killed by Hu Biao and Dali.

Hu Biao watched as the Japanese pilots, the most important targets in the flight group command, were eliminated.

The fire had spread completely, and this desolate place was destined to be burned to the ground. They didn't plan to stay any longer; they called to Uncle Bo and Dali, and took advantage of the chaos to climb over the wall and escape.

Although Mo Shuiyan and the others had not been notified, he was not worried. He knew that these guys were all very clever and would take the opportunity to escape.

Perhaps it was because the battle just now was still quite intense.

After scaling the wall, Uncle Bo, beaming with excitement, asked Hu Biao, "You bastard! Where do we go next?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Hu Biao gritted his teeth and whispered:

"First, go to the place where we stored our equipment to replenish some ammunition, and then head to Nangang Street; that place is full of Japanese swindlers, merchants, and foreign firms that suck the blood of our Northeast compatriots. We must burn that place to the ground tonight."

"Let's go," Dali said.

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He was busy at the Japanese Air Force Headquarters, trying to take down Hu Biao and his men.

What they didn't know was that, without them even lifting a finger, several foreign firms on Nangang Street had already begun to burn fiercely.

With the exceptionally strong winds tonight, Nangang Street will soon be engulfed in flames.

At the same time, while Hu Biao and his men were wreaking havoc in the Japanese pilots' dormitory.

The six men who had achieved such a remarkable victory—Old Yu, Xiao Cui, Old Ma, Old Che, Zhou Ergou, and others—all had extremely grim expressions.

No other reason than that! After setting a few fires, they were just about to take advantage of the Japanese military police's absence to sneak in and check things out when...

They had just walked into a small alley when, suddenly, the thug's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

His breathing was rapid, and his face was as pale as snow.
At first, the others thought that the thug had been hit by a bullet during the battle with the twenty or so Japanese soldiers they had just encountered.

After searching the body, they found no wounds on the thugs.

Just as Xiao Cui turned on her flashlight, intending to search carefully, the thug calmed down a bit and said, "No need to look anymore, the wound isn't on your body."

As he spoke, he took off the Ula shoe made of animal hide on his right foot, pulled down his sock, and rolled up his trouser leg.

Under the beam of the flashlight, seeing the calf and foot that had turned completely black, Xiao Cui couldn't help but gasp in shock:

"Oh no! This is severe sepsis..."

(End of this chapter)