The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 662 A Thick Stack (A long chapter of 6,400 words)

That evening, at 7:21 PM.

About 900 meters north of Datong Square, there is a large hotel called 'Yamato Hotel'.

In fact, this Yamato Hotel was a famous chain store during the Republic of China era.

After the Japanese occupied the three northeastern provinces, the behemoth that was the South Manchuria Railway built a Yamato Hotel in each of the seven cities, including Harbin, Changchun, and Dalian.

Of course! This point is actually not important.

Importantly, each of the 'Yamato Ryokans' is luxuriously decorated and is considered one of the top hotels in the area, with a considerable area.

In this way, they could eliminate the astonishing number of Japanese soldiers entrenched in the building and on the roof.

For Lao Yu, Mr. Nanze, Han Shuang, and other transmigrators who were leading a group of brothers from the north to clear one side of the building and move forward, this was indeed a rather tricky task.

Here it is! During a lull in the battle.

Standing at a corner of a corridor on the first floor, Lao Yu, who had just changed to a new magazine, first raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, which had been drenched in sweat from the intense battle in the cold weather.

Then he turned around and shouted hurriedly to the dozens of bearded men and KL warriors behind him: "Quick, give me some of the grenades and hand grenades you have, the more the better."

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Nanze and Han Shuang, who were standing to the side, simultaneously added:
"Oh, and give me some too."

Upon hearing this, the three men took the grenades and hand grenades handed to them by the crowd and either hung them on their tactical chest rigs or fastened them to their belts.

Soon after, each of the three men had about a dozen hand grenades and grenades attached to their bodies.

Even so, after a KL warrior handed him a Molotov cocktail, Lao Yu clearly felt a bit overwhelmed with his own baggage; after thinking about it, he couldn't bear to return it and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

There was no other way! In order to save as much time as possible and leave before the chaos in the city subsided.

We stormed into Datong Square and retrieved General Zhao's head and the bodies of Yu Tou and the others. We must act quickly in this operation.

However, quickly advancing into the square and eliminating the Japanese firing positions on the buildings on both sides was crucial; after all, having to withstand fire from both sides while advancing forward was simply too deadly.

In order to clear these buildings as quickly as possible, the time travelers from several directions personally led their teams.

The same situation naturally applied to Lao Yu and the other two on the north side.

When clearing out the group of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops entrenched in the hotel, the three of them always took the lead as the vanguard, taking out the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops one by one from room to room.

Although the proportion of puppet troops among them is not small, even more than half, it does not mean that these puppet troops are weak in combat or are just a burden.

No other reason than that! They are the infamous Iron Stone Army.

(Historically, the Iron Stone Army was not formed until 44, but they were brought to the foreseeable future for the sake of the plot.)

This unit's rank-and-file soldiers were mostly selected from the puppet Manchukuo forces, making them the elite of the elite. The entire army consisted of 1.6 men, including infantry, cavalry, artillery, and tank units.

A considerable number of Korean and Japanese veterans served as junior officers.

The mid-level officers were all Japanese soldiers and relatives of the puppet state of Manchukuo; the senior officers and commanders were all Japanese soldiers.

They were well-equipped, even better equipped than the regular Japanese soldiers.

Strict training was conducted regularly, and once he was determined to be a dog, his fighting spirit was fierce. His combat effectiveness was even stronger than that of ordinary Kwantung Army soldiers, making him a good dog under the Japanese.

In short, the puppet troops that Lao Yu and his men are currently facing are definitely not spineless.

In order to quickly eliminate them, grenades and hand grenades, the poor man's cannons, were naturally the best weapons available to everyone.

If you encounter a room with strong resistance, just kick the door open and throw in the grenade or hand grenade that you are about to explode.

After an explosion that sent blood and flesh flying, the problem was basically solved.

If not, the brothers following behind will simply fire a few more shots.

The battle was just too intense, and before long, both of them had used up all their grenades and hand grenades.

That's why the scene described above happened, where he asked his brothers for some grenades and hand grenades to replenish his supplies...

After quickly resupplying, Lao Yu and Mr. Nan Ze, these two veterans, exchanged a glance and, under each other's cover, took the lead in charging forward. Han Shuang, who was a few steps behind, quickly led her men to catch up.

Then, the group continued along the corridor, cleaning the rooms on both sides.

A short while later, the warehouse manager suddenly kicked open a tightly closed room door.

Old Yu, who was on the other side of him, glanced inside in a flash and saw that there was only one female waitress squatting in a corner.

He immediately rushed in, turned his gun around, and prepared to smash the MP28 submachine gun he was holding with the butt to knock the waitress unconscious.

The reason he didn't shoot her directly wasn't because Old Yu was soft-hearted or showed mercy to women.

The main reason was that the three of them already knew that some of the female staff working at the Yamato Hotel were from Northeast China.

Since they are compatriots, and they are only working here to make a living, Lao Yu and his comrades would naturally not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

However, in the short term, Lao Yu and his team did not have time to distinguish which of the waiters they encountered was not a Japanese soldier.

Let's just knock them unconscious with a rifle butt and then tie them up. Consider this a way of letting them live today.

They had already dealt with about a dozen female waitresses in this way before, so they were quite familiar with the process now.

Unexpectedly, just as a hard gun butt was about to smash into the female waitress's head, Lao Yu suddenly stopped what he was doing.

This is bizarre! Because the waiter in front of him was actually an acquaintance of his.

More accurately, it was that Japanese slut I encountered that night in Jiamusi, the one who was having sex with two men.

He went to the city to carry out a mission a little over a week ago, and then, by sheer bad luck, he ran into Yukiko, the Japanese woman who had revealed his identity.

"What a disaster! Could it be that I really have some kind of karmic entanglement with this Japanese woman? Otherwise, how come I keep running into her wherever I go, no matter what I want to do?"

After these thoughts came to mind, Lao Yu suddenly felt unwell.

The reason for such a huge reaction is that he discovered he had an eighty-year-old daughter during his last trip to Japan, which was a huge shock to him.

However, he soon learned that even more terrible things were yet to come.

The Japanese woman screamed shrilly when she saw a fully armed man burst in, as if she had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.

But when his eyes inadvertently caught sight of Lao Yu stuffing a Molotov cocktail into his pocket, he suddenly seemed to lose his fear.

Then, he did something that made Lao Yu want to vomit blood.

The Japanese woman, Yukiko, stopped her shrill screams and lay on the ground spread out in a "big" shape.

After lying down, Yukiko began unbuttoning her waitress uniform.

While muttering to herself in a somewhat fatalistic tone, she said, "In less than a month, I've moved to two different cities and changed jobs three times, but I still can't escape you."

This must be the arrangement of the God of Heaven; it's destined that you will kill me.

So this is my destiny; I'd better die quickly and painlessly.

After being stunned for a few seconds, it was only after the Japanese woman looked at him and combined with her actions and words that Lao Yu vaguely understood what was going on.

Then a surge of anger rushed to the top of his head, and he became extremely annoyed.

He pulled a Molotov cocktail from his pants, bent down, and started smashing it repeatedly at the Japanese woman who was posing in a lewd manner on the ground.

He started smashing things while cursing under his breath:

"To hell with the God of Destiny, to hell with fate, you want to die? Fine! I'll kill you right now."

No one knew how that Molotov cocktail could be so sturdy; after Lao Yu smashed it seven or eight times in a row, the bottle finally broke with a 'bang'.

Shards of glass and gasoline from the Molotov cocktail were flying everywhere, covering Yukiko's body.

At this point, Lao Yu lost all interest in continuing the fight. He turned around and walked out of the room, yelling "Go!" at Mr. Nanze, who was desperately trying to suppress his laughter.

They continued clearing out the Japanese soldiers along the corridor, fighting even more fiercely than before, clearly extremely frustrated; they seemed determined to kill the Japanese if they didn't kill them.

However, although Lao Yu smashed the Molotov cocktail on the ground fiercely, he actually held back a lot of force.

So the Japanese women lying on the ground, their heads and faces swollen like pigs' heads, were in so much pain that they couldn't even get up for a short time.

However, the Japanese woman did not completely faint; in fact, she remained quite lucid.

"This thug was very violent, but his eyes were very gentle."

In a voice only she could hear, she murmured something softly, her tone unusually drawn out...

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A dozen minutes later, looking at the end of the second-floor corridor, there were now only five rooms left; once these were cleaned up, the situation at the Yamato Hotel would be completely resolved.

Immediately, Lao Yu, Mr. Nan Ze, and Han Shuang, the three time travelers, appeared.

And the dozens of brothers behind him all breathed a long sigh of relief.

The main problem was that the Yamato Hotel had far too many guest rooms, meeting rooms, and staff quarters, which really took them a lot of effort. It took almost half an hour, and they lost fifteen or sixteen men.

Fortunately, we are finally about to finish the job; in the process, we have killed seventy or eighty Japanese soldiers and puppet troops, which is quite a glorious result.

He crouched low as he approached and stood at one of the closed doors.

With their ears perked up and their heightened hearing, enhanced by repeated improvements in their physical fitness, Lao Yu and Mr. Nanze could tell that there were at least four people hiding inside, all of them Japanese soldiers and puppet troops.

The reason we determined it wasn't a female waitress was because the breathing inside was unusually heavy, clearly not that of a woman.

Could the people inside be male guests of the Yamato Hotel, or even managers? Would a sudden attack cause accidental injuries?
It's fair to say that these two guys weren't worried at all.

What's there to worry about! Whether the men inside are hotel guests or hotel staff, they're basically no good people. If they get hurt, so be it.

With this in mind, Mr. Nanze and Mr. Yu exchanged a glance and reached a consensus:

What are we waiting for? Let's just throw a grenade in and solve the problem quickly, so we can move on to the next building.

During a lull in the fighting, they glanced out the window and could see Black Star leading a group of his men, advancing along the road.

The Japanese soldiers on the barricade ahead had been almost wiped out, but because of the firing positions of the buildings on both sides, the barricade could not be taken down for a long time.

This means that their progress here has already somewhat affected the speed of the northern troops' advance.

Then, Lao Yu reached behind his waist, took a grenade from his belt, and pulled off the fuse. Mr. Nanze waited two seconds before suddenly kicking the door.

The above operations can be said to be without any problems.

Only by doing this could we ensure that once the grenade was thrown in, the Japanese soldiers inside would have absolutely no chance of picking it up and throwing it back.

Even the choice to throw a grenade instead of a hand grenade at this moment is full of detail.

You should know this! All their grenades were captured from the Japanese, but the Japanese grenades only needed to be struck once to trigger the fuse; however, in this environment, the sound of striking a grenade could very likely alert the Japanese soldiers among them.

If you replace the hand grenades with wooden-handled grenades, you won't have this worry.

The key issue is that Lao Yu and his team had some bad luck at the time, or rather, in the complex battlefield, all sorts of unexpected events could happen.

Just as Mr. Nanze suddenly kicked the door, it somehow managed to open.

Mr. Nanze kicked at empty air, causing the poor middle-aged man to perform a split on the spot.

The excruciating pain in his hip joints and lower back, along with the tearing sensation in his groin, caused Mr. Nanze to let out a piercing scream and lose his ability to move for a short time.

My hands instinctively went up to protect my head and face, and I had only one thought in my mind:
"Oh no! I'm about to get my lunchbox."

The moment the door was opened, Old Yu instinctively threw the smoking grenade into the room.

At the exact same time, a smoking grenade was also thrown out from inside.

It first slammed against the wall, then fell with a 'thud' to the ground not far behind him.
The Japanese soldiers and puppet troops who were hiding there did not obediently wait to die; instead, they were preparing to throw grenades to kill them. And, by sheer bad luck, both sides chose to attack at the same time.

As a result, Mr. Minamizawa temporarily lost his ability to move.

He was about to face grenades exploding from both sides; wasn't he doomed?

Even the excruciating pain in his hip and other parts of his body made it impossible for him to turn around and suppress the grenade behind him, hoping to give his brothers in the corridor a chance to survive or die a meaningful death.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, a tremendous force came from his collar, and Mr. Nanze found himself being quickly dragged out of the door and to the side outside.

It was Han Shuang, who had been following behind him, who, quick-witted and agile, lent him a helping hand.

Even so, the crisis facing Mr. Nanze and the others remains unresolved.

Because the grenade on the ground not far away was about to explode, its power would be particularly astonishing in such a narrow corridor. Not only would Mr. Nanze die, but many more brothers would also be killed or injured.

Just as Mr. Nanze was feeling anxious, a figure rushed past him and lunged at the grenade on the ground.

Judging from the worn and tattered military uniform on this figure, he must be a comrade from KL in Northeast China, who was about to use his body to pin down the grenade.

In that instant, Mr. Nanze felt both moved and proud, and almost fainted from anxiety.

Moved and proud! The scene before my eyes proves that the comrades in Northeast KL who have persevered for a year and still refuse to give up are always worthy of my faith.

They were all steadfast warriors who would rather risk their own lives to protect their comrades.

He almost fainted from anxiety! Shortly afterward, he was horrified to discover that the person he had rushed at was Dai Guanglu, the only surviving male member of the 57 loyal members of the Dai family.

Within the transmigrator team, everyone had long since reached a consensus: it didn't matter if any of them died, not even Hu Biao, the damned team leader; if he died, he died.

However, Dai Guanglu cannot die, nor can he be seriously injured or disabled.

This has nothing to do with anything else! It's entirely based on a simple wish and understanding that comes with their blood as descendants of the Chinese nation:
The Dai family, including the late Mr. Dai Wanling, who was so loyal to the country and whose loyalty was not solely for any emperor, should not have their lineage cut off.

It was definitely for this reason that Lao Yu decisively took action.

He stretched out his right hand and swiftly grabbed Dai Guanglu's collar as he lunged into the air; with a strong pull, the young master Dai, who should have landed right on the grenade, flew forward another ten steps or so.

Although he landed hard on the ground and was badly injured, at least he avoided being killed by a grenade.

The instant he pulled Dai Guanglu away, Lao Yu gritted his teeth and lunged at the grenade on the ground.

When those other time-traveling companions used their bodies to weigh down grenades, they would cover the grenade with a steel helmet, and sometimes even put a backpack on top of it.

There are practically no actions that could significantly increase the chances of survival.

There was no other way! Old Yu wasn't sure how long the puppet soldiers in the room had held the grenade before it was thrown, or whether it was about to explode.

If there's even the slightest delay, and someone in the corridor gets hit, wouldn't he be a sinner?
Therefore, faced with the serious consequences, Lao Yu dared not gamble; he gambled that the grenade would explode in a second or two, giving him time to take other measures.

I must say! Lao Yu's decision was very wise.

However, this wise decision immediately came at a heavy price for him.

Almost as soon as he threw himself onto the grenade, it exploded; it exploded violently at the same time as the one he had just thrown into the room.

Old Yu's body was first thrown into the air by the shockwave of the explosion beneath him.

If at this point his internal organs had suffered severe damage, but most of the flying shrapnel had been blocked by the DIY bulletproof plate on his chest and abdomen, then there was still some need for rescue.

He was enveloped by the shockwave of the explosion that erupted from the windows and doors, along with shrapnel and wood chips embedded within it, a fraction of a second later.

Old Yu lay on the ground, his entire body, especially his head and face, a mangled mess; even his eighty-something-year-old daughter from the island nation, who thought of him every day, probably wouldn't recognize him as her father.

Even so, amidst the smoke and fire of the explosion, Mr. Nanze struggled to get up from the ground.

Still, it was Han Shuang and the other person who rushed to Lao Yu lying on the ground. They took out gauze and hemostatic medicine from a first aid kit at their waist, preparing to rescue him.

Seeing this, Old Yu struggled to raise one hand and wave it, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and said:
"No need to bother, I'm too badly injured. You all continue with your work and don't worry about me; I don't need to explain the two key things, do I?"

Upon hearing this, both Han Shuang and Mr. Nan Ze couldn't help but tear up, but they nodded vigorously.

The first of the two key issues mentioned above is that it would be better for all of them, the transmigrators, to die in battle than for Dai Guanglu, the only son of the Dai family, to die or be seriously injured.

Secondly, given that the Japanese soldiers displayed the bodies of Yutou and Xufeng at this victory celebration.

This made them realize that even if the corpses of these time travelers, especially the veteran ones, fell into the hands of the Japanese, they would be as unrecognizable as Xu Feng.

Otherwise, the Japanese would never have given up on using their corpses to make a big fuss and undermine the enthusiasm and determination of their compatriots to resist the Japanese invasion.

Their bodies can be left behind, but they must not be recognized by the Japanese.

That's why Mr. Nanze and Hanshuang nodded in agreement; seeing that the two had confirmed it, Old Yu let out a long sigh of relief, then his head lolled to the side, and he was no longer breathing.

After taking a deep breath, the two first glanced at Lao Yu's corpse, at his face, which was already a bloody mess.

Knowing that there was no need to continue the sabotage, the Japanese soldiers could not recognize him as an important figure from the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment.

Before the operation began tonight, Lao Yu had changed out of his helmet and uniform and into the full Japanese uniform in order to act as a scout.

Based on these attire items, it's still impossible to discern Lao Yu's true identity.

So, before taking action again, they were cleaning the last four guest rooms of the hotel.

Mr. Nanze put his right hand into Lao Yu's jacket pocket, and when he took his hand out, he found a military officer's ID card.

Once opened, you can see a photo of Lao Yu grinning, along with his rank and position as a 'lieutenant colonel battalion commander'.

This is the only thing Lao Yu currently possesses that can prove his identity; therefore, Mr. Nanze plans to take it back and, along with that strange camera, personally hand it over to Hu Biao, the head of the team.

He simply placed Lao Yu's officer's ID card and his own officer's ID card together in the pocket close to his chest.

A thought inexplicably popped into Mr. Nanze's mind: when similar military officer ID cards were finally handed over to Hu Biao tonight, there would probably be a thick stack of them.

That is, if Hu Biao were still alive at that time...

(End of this chapter)