The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 661 Humanity (A long chapter of 6,700 words)

Time: 7:05 p.m., under the fairly bright streetlights.

Hu Biao, Uncle Bo, AT, the foreman, Mina, Xiao Cui, Lao San, and the guard, a group of eight time travelers, led about five hundred brothers composed of bearded men and KL warriors.

I was jogging along a street in Changchun.

Suddenly, Uncle Bo raised his hand and pulled the trigger of an original Mauser sniper rifle.

With a crisp gunshot, a burst of blood erupted near the temple of a Japanese South Manchuria Railway employee who was trying to run into an alley about 150 or 160 meters ahead.

Warm blood splattered everywhere, landing on the heads and faces of several Japanese soldiers behind him.

Let these Japanese devils understand that if they try to escape through the alleys on both sides of the street, they will be killed on the spot by these thugs behind them, just like the guy in front of them.

They immediately turned around, crying and shouting as they rejoined the crowd in front, a group that had grown to one or two thousand people.

Like a herd of beasts being driven, they continued forward relentlessly.

Even though a small squad of Japanese soldiers in front of them were shouting warnings that they should stop or they would be shot, they did not stop in the slightest.

The reason why the above-mentioned magical scene occurred is actually quite simple.

After it got completely dark at 5 p.m., Annie, Old K, and Cross, carrying DIY electronic devices disassembled into parts, tried to sneak into the city and went to the Kuomintang's Changchun Station stronghold.

They started assembling the machine, and then, at a crucial moment, issued a fake emergency notice.

Hu Biao and his group of time travelers, along with less than 1,600 brothers, ambushed the city from the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

At 6:30, when the Japanese victory celebration began, Hu Biao and his men immediately launched an attack, their target being the central area of ​​Changchun City, namely Datong Square.

There are still some differences between the four groups of people moving in different directions.

Specifically, the teams from the north and south were the main attacking forces, each led by seven or eight time travelers, with a strength of about five hundred men.

The teams from the east and west directions only served a restraining role; the number of the time travelers and their brothers was at least half that of the time travelers.

Even so, the four teams' advances in Changchun City from different directions are proceeding quite smoothly and efficiently.

The key reason was that after they stormed into the city, it was already in complete chaos; once the ugliness of human nature was unleashed, not only the Japanese soldiers but also the civilians were practically beating their brains out.

Those who took the opportunity to loot and set fires everywhere.

He attacked a former colleague with whom he had a grudge, and he forced his neighbor's wife and daughter to have sex with them.

The Japanese devils, whose humanity was already relatively narrow and despicable, once they erupted, their crazy behavior was simply shocking.

Of course, Hu Biao and his group didn't care about any of the above.

They simply continued to advance along the two main east-west and north-south roads in the city.

During the process, when the Japanese opened fire, they were very methodical, making the bullets they fired like stones thrown by a shepherd, controlling the Japanese soldiers so that they could not run to the left or right and could only move forward.

They forcibly broke through the Japanese barricades blocking their way, one by one, to facilitate their rapid advance.

As for the other areas of the city, even though they were engulfed in flames and screams filled the air, they didn't give them a second glance, nor did they show the slightest pity.

Is this scene tragic? It is indeed quite tragic.

Could it be worse than the Nanjing city in December of 12, which was like the eighteenth level of hell?
More importantly, the tragedy here is nothing more than a dog-eat-dog slaughter among the Japanese soldiers; but in Nanjing, it was a one-sided massacre.

Therefore, these scenes did not even register in Hu Biao's eyes; any pity they felt would be a betrayal of their compatriots who had died tragically at the hands of the Japanese.

In short, in tonight's 'Overlord' operation.

In the early stages, Hu Biao and his team made exceptionally smooth progress because they used electronic communication technology far ahead of their time, as well as tactical concepts of special operations and unrestricted warfare.

Even the two smaller forces, which were feigning an attack from the east and west, are now not far from the victory celebration at Datong Square as they advance at a breakneck pace.

Unfortunately, at that very moment, a burst of gunfire and explosions rang out from the direction ahead.

It turned out that a heavily fortified barricade ahead, along with Japanese firing positions on two buildings to the left and right, were already firing wildly at the Japanese civilians being driven away.

Among them are weapons such as the Type 92 heavy machine gun, the Type 96 light machine gun, and the Type 89 grenade launcher.

Good heavens! These Japanese soldiers, facing their own people, have entered a state of all-out battle, showing no intention of holding back at all.

Under such fierce firepower, many of the Japanese civilians they were driving away were instantly knocked down.

Faced with an even greater threat to their lives, these Japanese civilians instinctively turned around and ran back towards where Hu Biao and the others were.

The bullets fired from behind didn't stop the moment they turned around, as if worried that these people weren't fast enough to reach Hu Biao and his men...

"Those damn Japanese soldiers are ruthless; they kill their own people just like they kill thieves."

Xiao Cui uttered a complaint, and because she was too emotional, she mixed a lot of Sichuan dialect into her Mandarin, making it sound strange.

But despite the complaints, it didn't affect Xiao Cui at all, knowing that their relaxing time was over.

Now they faced a tough challenge: the Japanese, with more than double the manpower, had constructed a tight defensive perimeter of three to four kilometers using barricades and some buildings.

Only by breaking through this defensive perimeter and fighting our way to the very center can we retrieve General Zhao's head, as well as the bodies of Taro and the other comrades.

They probably won't have much time to tackle this tough challenge.

Not only will Japanese reinforcements arrive in three hours, but they will also launch a fierce crackdown.

Furthermore, their forces were limited, and they had to exert all their strength to break through the Japanese defenses. Without extra troops, they could continue to create chaos in the city, and eventually the Japanese soldiers and civilians in the city would calm down.

At that time, surrounded by such a large force, even breaking out would be a pipe dream for them.

What to do? Xiao Cui instinctively turned to look at Hu Biao not far away, and the other transmigrators had the same reaction.

Faced with his comrades' questioning gazes, Hu Biao raised a submachine gun in his hand and pulled the trigger all the way down without letting go.

The magazine held about thirty bullets, which were all fired in a matter of seconds, taking down a large number of Japanese civilians who had turned back and rushed within a hundred meters.

While changing the magazine, he shouted out a series of commands:

"Uncle Bo, Bao Gongtou, and Lao San, you take a team and take down the buildings on the left one by one, then continue to advance from building to building; AT, Mina, and Guard, you three take a team and take down the buildings on the right."

The rest of the men followed me and continued fighting along the street.

Brothers! We're only two miles from the square at most. Give it our all, we must break through and bring General Zhao's head back to rest in peace.

Upon receiving this order, Uncle Bo and AT both waved their hands.

Each of them, along with two companions and over a hundred others, charged toward the two buildings on the left and right.

Behind the windows and on the rooftops of these buildings were firing positions set up by the Japanese. Their superior firepower posed a great threat to Hu Biao and his men who were advancing along the streets toward Datong Square.

Without dealing with them, it would be impossible to infiltrate the victory celebration venue.

Before long, the two teams rushed to one side of the building; however, none of them rushed through the main entrance, which was covered with sandbags and machine guns.

Instead, Uncle Bo and AT raised their hands, making a gesture to stop everyone from moving.

Without being told, Bao Gongtou and the guard had already taken down a DIY rocket launcher, slung it over the arrowhead, and decisively pulled the trigger.

After a flash of fire, a large hole was blasted into one side of the building, big enough to easily allow several people to rush out at the same time.

Before the dust from the explosion had even settled, Uncle Bo and AT had already led their men through the large hole and rushed into the building in front of them.

Meanwhile, on the street outside the building, Hu Biao, along with more than two hundred bandits and KL warriors, had already opened fire on the Japanese civilians.

Even the Japanese soldiers showed no mercy when they opened fire on these people.

When Hu Biao and his men opened fire, they showed no mercy; with their dense formation, hundreds were killed or wounded in the blink of an eye.

The remaining thousand or so Japanese civilians stopped their charge after turning around.

They glanced at each other, and their eyes immediately filled with despair.

Because at this moment, whether they move forward, turn around, or even stay still, they will be met with a barrage of bullets, and in any case, they will die.

Seeing this, Hu Biao couldn't help but shout, "Quick! Set up all the heavy machine guns we've picked up along the way!"

To be honest, on the way Hu Biao and his men advanced, they didn't find many rifles like the Type 38 rifle and the Liaoning Type 13 rifle.

Because the weapons in the hands of the Japanese soldiers on these barricades were basically picked up by the Japanese civilians who had been scattered from their positions and used as weapons to attack the next barricade.

However, heavy machine guns, being inconvenient to carry, were of no interest to any Japanese civilians, which benefited Hu Biao and his men.

Along the way, they actually found five Type 92 heavy machine guns and two Type 30 Maxim heavy machine guns.

There were also many matching ammunition plates and ammunition belts, resulting in a very substantial haul.

Hu Biao ordered his men to set up the heavy machine guns immediately, still worried that the Japanese civilians, in their desperation, would charge towards their opponents, trying to take one of them down with them before they died.

Without sufficient firepower, it might not be possible to stop them.

Unexpectedly, the heavy machine gun, which had been left behind at the rear of the column under Hu Biao's orders, was not moved to a position at the front in time.

Those Japanese civilians have already taken action.

Incredibly, instead of charging at their opponents like Hu Biao, they charged at themselves on the barricades ahead, fueled by boundless hatred.

Clearly, they hated the Japanese soldiers who didn't save them even more.

As they charged forward, bullets rained down from the barricades, taking them down with astonishing speed.

These Japanese soldiers and civilians continued to advance desperately, each one fearless of death. After those in front died, those behind would step over the corpses, pick up the rifles from their hands, and continue the charge. It could be said that Hu Biao and his men, having traversed so many times and fought so many battles with the Japanese, had only encountered this scene a handful of times.

Those Japanese soldiers were all on drugs at the time, which is why they were so formidable.

The scene before them left Hu Biao and the others completely dumbfounded.

After about ten seconds, when Hu Biao and his men finally reacted, the Japanese civilians, with a layer of corpses spread out on the ground, were about to rush onto the barricade.

He sacrificed his life to open up a defensive line for Hu Biao and his men that would have taken some time and resulted in casualties, saving them a lot of precious time.

"Hurry up and catch up, seize that barricade, and use it as a starting point to attack and advance."

Hu Biao shouted out these words, his voice filled with surprise.

He also pulled out a signal gun and fired a red signal flare into the sky, making it visible to a large area around the city.

This red signal flare was a signal to our troops in the other three directions to launch a full-scale attack.

From that moment on, the battle between the two sides intensified in the central urban area, which covered an area of ​​three to four square kilometers.

One side fought to break through, while the other tried to keep their opponents out. They turned into frenzied beasts and began to fight, with someone dying almost every second...

*****
Oh, right! It was also during this battle, when it reached its climax, that there were some things worth mentioning in the city.

Firstly, at the victory celebration in Datong Square, Umezu Mijiro's long and tedious speech finally came to an end at this point.

Despite the constant gunfire and explosions that filled the air, everyone present was in a state of panic and no one listened to a single word the Japanese Kwantung Army commander said.

But instinctively, they all started clapping, though the applause was rather sparse.

Seeing this, Umezu Mijiro felt utterly helpless, but still gestured for the next item on the agenda for the victory celebration:
The head of General Zhao and the corpse of Hu Biao's comrade are displayed.

The intention was to boost morale and prevent the situation from becoming too ugly.

Under these circumstances, General Zhao's head and two corpses were placed in front of the platform by the Japanese soldiers, in a position where everyone could see them.

General Zhao's head still bore the expression of his dying moments, when he faced a traitor, his hair and beard bristling, his eyes wide with rage.

There were only two corpses of the transmigrators: Taro, a novice who had been shot in the forehead, and Asahi, who had been almost burned to a pile of charcoal.

As for the other three time travelers who sacrificed themselves in Jiamusi City, Tony's body, being a novice, was covered in snow and would probably only be discovered when spring arrived.

The bodies of the old car and the thug were found at the bottom of the Songhua River, inside a tank with its entrance and exit sealed.

The Japanese had tried many times in recent days, but their divers nearly froze to death and they still couldn't open the tank hatch to pull out the bodies.

Perhaps due to the unusual circumstances, the sudden unveiling of the corpses and heads startled everyone present.

Especially after seeing General Zhao's eyes, the Japanese soldiers present instinctively shuddered. Instead of boosting their morale, they were terrified.

Seeing this, Umezu Mijiro became even more furious; but he could only continue with the next item on the agenda of the victory celebration, ordering someone to invite Zhang Qingyu, that traitorous dog, to the stage to receive a generous reward.

They were trying to make up for their previous mistakes in this way.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Qingyu, led by a Japanese soldier, walked somewhat bewildered toward the platform.

In the past, this traitorous dog had fantasized countless times about how much benefit he could get from the Japanese and how he could rise to prominence and live a wonderful life.

But today, although the rewards offered by the Japanese are much more generous than promised, including money, women, and status, they are still available.

As the gunfire grew louder and louder, he felt an immense fear of death.

"Damn it! What use are these rewards from the Japanese if we're dead? If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have become a traitor and risked my life for the Japanese. At least I could have been buried in my ancestors' graves after I died."

As she walked away, Zhang Qingyu was filled with deep regret.

Because he wasn't paying attention to his footing, he lost his footing and fell to his knees, kneeling right in front of General Zhao's head on the platform, as if he were repenting and begging for mercy...

Secondly, 15-year-old Japanese boy Shiraishi Tatsuya, after a frantic run, finally saw the gate of the Shinkyo Municipal Hospital in front of him.

At that moment, his eyes reddened, and he let out a piercing cry.

In order to successfully reach the hospital, his father, Shiraishi Asazo, died. While breaking through a barricade, he was stabbed to death on the spot by an Imperial soldier whom he had once desperately wanted to become.

Before he died, his father tried to say something to him, but every time he opened his mouth, he kept spitting out blood and foam, unable to utter a single complete word.

But the Japanese boy knew that his father was definitely telling him:
"You must rush to the hospital for an antidote injection and live a good life."

Soon after, her mother, Ayako, also died. Ten minutes after her father was stabbed to death, she was shot through the neck by a bullet during an encounter with a patrol.

That's why the mother also passed away before she could even utter her last words.

However, even in his dying moments, his eyes remained open, conveying the same message as his father: "Tatsuya, you must live on, you must live well."

So at this moment, Shiraishi Tatsuya, the Japanese boy who had both parents just an hour ago, has become an orphan.

It would be strange if the Japanese boy didn't cry after realizing he was all alone in the world.

Even while crying, Shiraishi Tatsuya didn't stop and continued rushing towards the municipal hospital building.

He was determined to fulfill his parents' last wish and survive.

Not long after, Shiraishi Tatsu rushed into the outpatient clinic on the first floor and continued rushing towards the nurses' station; at this time, in addition to some doctors and nurses on duty, dozens of civilians had gathered there.

You can see from afar that they are arguing about something, and they seem to be very emotional.

But Shiraishi Tatsuya didn't care about any of that. He rushed over as he shouted, "Doctor, I've been poisoned! I've been poisoned with 'Special Operations Agent'! I need an antidote immediately!"

As a result, one of the exhausted middle-aged doctors let out a long sigh and explained to him in a hoarse voice:

“My friend, I’ve dealt with this too many times before. I’ve never heard of any ‘special operations agent,’ and the municipal hospital doesn’t have any antidote.”

Forget about 10,000 needles, there wasn't even a single one.

So I think the content in the emergency notice was probably just a joke, and nobody was actually infected.

Upon hearing only half of the above information, Shiraishi Tatsuya felt his vision go black and nearly fainted; after hearing the doctor's explanation completely, a surge of anger rose to the top of his head.

Just kidding! What do you mean by "just kidding"? What do you mean by "not poisoned"?

If that's the truth, wouldn't his parents have died one after another like stray dogs just because of a joke?

This outcome is something that Tatsuya Shiraishi absolutely cannot accept.

He was unwilling to accept it, and dared not accept it.

Therefore, the next second later, he did something incredibly crazy: he charged forward, brandishing the bamboo sword that was already covered in bloodstains, and slashed it hard across the middle-aged doctor's head.

He struck with such force that blood splattered from the middle-aged man's head, and after letting out a scream, he collapsed to the ground.

Even so, Shiraishi Tatsuya showed no sign of giving up.

He continued to swing his bamboo sword, relentlessly striking the middle-aged doctor on the ground, while shouting:
“Kill them, kill these parasites; they must be trying to hide the antidote for themselves or their families to sell for money.”

Under normal circumstances, perhaps other Japanese soldiers would have wondered if there was anything amiss in the boy's words.

But tonight, these people will be able to reach the hospital even faster than Shiraishi Tatsumi. They have witnessed countless tragedies along the way and even have lives on their hands.

The ugliest part of their humanity was completely unleashed.

What the Japanese boy said sounded perfectly reasonable to them; he thought that since killing one was the same as killing a few more, it didn't matter.

They swarmed forward, brandishing various blood-stained weapons and smashing things at the other medical staff, completely ignoring their explanations and pleas for mercy.

In a very short time, all the medical staff were beaten to death.

It was the kind of death where the face was completely disfigured, and the body was like a pile of mud.

After killing these medical staff, Tatsuya Shiraishi's rage did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it intensified.

With bloodshot eyes, he shouted, "Kill all the doctors and nurses!" and, wielding an even bloodier bamboo sword, began interrogating and hunting down other medical staff in the hospital.

During the process, more and more Japanese civilians came to the hospital and joined in the violence.

The crux of the matter is that all the talk about 'special operations agents' and 'antidote potions' was fabricated by Hu Biao and his accomplices.

It would be strange if Shiraishi Tatsuya and his group could find out the whereabouts of the antidote from the hospital staff.

When they regained some consciousness, they discovered that apart from the densely packed Japanese civilians, there wasn't a single living medical staff in the huge hospital.

He thought about the miserable end he would suffer, dying with his body covered in sores, if there was no way to cure the poison.

The 15-year-old Japanese boy went completely mad, whether it was to find a chance to survive or to make more people die with him and his family.

He brandished the bamboo sword in his hand, which had turned blood red, and roared:

"Search other places, search any suspicious places, interrogate any suspicious people; survive, we must survive."

In a short time, 15-year-old Japanese boys flocked to join them.

Thousands of fanatical Japanese civilians, after killing patients and caregivers in the hospital, once again stormed out of the hospital and began to wreak havoc in other areas outside the city center.

Such a scene suggests that Hu Biao and his men knew beforehand that their fake emergency notification would unleash the demons within the Japanese soldiers.

But no one could have imagined that these outwardly polite Japanese soldiers, once their inherent ugliness was unleashed, would become so insane and cruel...

(End of this chapter)