The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 663 We Must Take It Back (Two-in-One Chapter)

At 7:42 p.m., the second military officer's certificate was issued.

More precisely, the second officer's certificate of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment, which would be handed over to Hu Biao, the team leader, through other people, was about to be issued at this time.

I just replaced the magazine on a Czech-made submachine gun.

He was about to peek out from behind a roadside flowerbed and fire at a Japanese barricade a hundred meters or so ahead to suppress the enemy's firepower.

With only half of his head sticking out, a tremendous sense of crisis washed over him.

Chaozi quickly stopped looking up and instead lay down on the ground in a disheveled state; because the movement was too sudden, his face was immediately covered with cold snow.

Even so, Chaozi could clearly feel the scalding heat generated when several bullets flew past his neck.

In other words, if he had been even a fraction of a second slower than he just now, his skull would have been blown apart by a bullet, and wearing a helmet would have been completely useless.

He hurriedly lifted his head from the ground, without even wiping the snowflakes from his face.

After Chaozi opened his mouth, the guy cursed viciously: "Warehouse manager! Are you blind? Didn't you see that Type 92 heavy machine gun at 2 o'clock is a huge threat?"

"Take him out of here! If you can't handle it, just say so. Otherwise, give me the sniper's job and don't just sit there doing nothing."

"Come on, if you're so capable, come on. The Japanese on the other side are such a big threat that there are many targets, including a lot of light and heavy machine guns, five or six officers, and even a colonel among them."

There are also grenade launchers, messengers, and all that. I only have two hands and a gun; how can I possibly fight them all?

Upon hearing this, the warehouse manager immediately became furious, muttering curses under his breath, looking quite resentful.

However, the grumbling was not loud, and only he could hear it clearly.

And his hands weren't idle either; after quickly adjusting the muzzle, he decisively pulled the trigger, killing a Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gunner.

This fulfills Chaozi's earlier request to eliminate that target.

The above situation did not occur because Chaozi was more senior than the warehouse manager in the transmigrator team, and there was no difference in their levels or suppression.

No way! Even Hu Biao, the stubborn resident who has traveled through time so many times and is the team leader, is not respected by anyone. They often argue and fight with each other.

Therefore, within the time traveler team, there is no such thing as seniority or suppression.

The key reason for the warehouse staff's behavior was that the resistance they encountered became increasingly fierce as they approached Datong Square, the venue for the victory celebration.

Especially just minutes before, after they advanced to such a position, the Japanese set up a barricade about a hundred meters ahead.

There were three or four hundred men on the barricades, forming a defensive position with tiered and layered firepower.

It also has a number of light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and other weapons, making it extremely powerful in terms of firepower.

Not long ago, Chaozi and his men tried to charge, but they had to retreat, leaving behind twenty or thirty brothers. Later, with the support of Japanese fire from a distant building, they were almost unable to lift their heads.

Unfortunately, more than an hour had passed since they launched their attack.

Although they didn't know how long the Japanese riots in the city would last, they knew they had to hurry.

Therefore, Chaozi's behavior was due to his impatience. He spoke without thinking when he was anxious and agitated, which the warehouse manager could understand.

Then, the warehouse manager raised his hand and fired another shot, killing the assistant gunner who had just moved up to fill in for the Type 92 heavy machine gun.

At this point, the Type 99 sniper rifle in his hand had been completely emptied of bullets.

The warehouse manager immediately lay down, preparing to crawl on the ground to find a new sniping position and reload his bullets, when he was surprised to see a speechless situation out of the corner of his eye.

Twenty meters away, Chaozi, this guy was crouching down, carrying a light machine gun, and dashing towards the location.

Under the streetlights, you could clearly see the expression on Chaozi's face—a gritted-teeth expression, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Holy crap! Did he hear me cursing just now? Even if he did, why would he stop fighting and rush over to attack me like that?"

"When did Chaozi become so temperamental?"

Thinking that Chaozi's current actions meant he was about to rush over and fight him, the warehouse manager couldn't help but mutter this under his breath.

Completely bewildered, the middle-aged man even forgot about moving the ammunition and reloading.

Soon after, the warehouse manager realized he had misunderstood Chaozi.

After Chaozi rushed over and squatted down next to him, instead of the expected big slap, he took out his military officer's ID card from his shirt pocket and handed it to him.

He hurriedly said, "Warehouse manager! We can't keep fighting like this, or all the brothers will die before we even get to that square."

They barely managed to break through, and who knows when that will be, or if they'll even have a chance to escape.

"Okay! You cover me first, I'll go up and blow up this barricade, then you lead the men and rush up."

Upon hearing this, the warehouse manager finally realized that Chaozi had completely lost his temper and was actually planning to act as a human bomb to advance the project quickly in such an extreme way.

The moment you open your mouth, you want to object, saying things like, "There's no need for that, let's think of another way."

The words were on the tip of their tongues, but they realized that in the current dire situation, what better way was there than for them to rush in and self-destruct?

He could only swallow back all his objections, accept the officer's ID card, carefully put it away, and simply said, "Okay."

At the same time, he silently added in his mind: "Brother, you go first, I'll be the next human bomb."

As for the suggestion to call upon the other brothers who fought alongside them to carry out such a self-destruct mission, neither of them mentioned it, nor even considered it.

Although they all knew the principle that "a merciful general cannot command an army," and knew that the two of them were of greater use for survival.

But just thinking about how he, who could clearly be resurrected, wouldn't take on this certain death mission, and how could he bear to let his ancestors, who couldn't be resurrected, go to their deaths while they watched from behind...

A minute later, he was holding a five-kilogram explosive charge in his arms.

Still worried that the explosive power was not enough, Chaozi, who had hung and clipped more than twenty grenades and hand grenades on his body, suddenly crouched down and rushed out.

Behind him, the warehouse manager yelled, "Beat him! Beat him hard!"

Two minutes later, Chaozi, whose left leg was broken at the knee, revealing a section of white bone fragments, hopped into the barricade on one leg.

At this moment, all you need to see is this lowly Chinese soldier covered in blood—no, it should be a Chinese soldier with a smoking explosive pack in his arms, a Japanese soldier, and a puppet soldier.

Their eyes were filled with despair, and they had lost all courage to fight. They turned and ran away without a second thought.

They had only turned around and run three or five steps when the explosive charge was detonated, and the huge shockwave engulfed them.

At the same time, the warehouse manager, rifle in hand, leaped up, yelled "Charge!" and led the charge toward the breach torn open by his teammates at the cost of their lives.

After rushing forward thirty or forty steps, a slightly deformed steel helmet appeared.

After tracing an arc in the air, it landed on the ground about ten meters in front of the warehouse manager with a 'ding-dong' sound, and then rolled over to his feet.

With just a glance, seeing some ula grass stuffed inside the helmet, the warehouse manager knew that this was the only thing left in the world by Chaozi, who had been pulverized in the extremely violent explosion.

As if by some strange twist of fate, the warehouse manager paused for a brief second during the charge.

He crouched down, picked up the helmet, and replaced it with his own.

It seems that by doing this, his teammate Chaozi is still alive and fighting alongside him, relentlessly pushing forward.

Soon after, the warehouse manager and his group successfully stormed the barricades.

The three or four hundred Japanese soldiers and puppet troops on the barricades would not all be wiped out in Chaozi's self-destruction; however, the impact of the huge explosion still left the remaining people dizzy and disoriented, and the well-organized defense system collapsed instantly.

Seeing the dark mass of opponents charging towards them, they instinctively dropped their cumbersome weapons, such as light and heavy machine guns, and retreated to the rear.

Given the combat skills of a seasoned veteran, the warehouse manager would never let these people retreat so easily.

Chasing after the fleeing soldiers and taking advantage of the opportunity to break through the Japanese's next line of defense would be the wisest tactic.

He quickly rallied his brothers behind him and charged forward.

However, after chasing for only fifteen or sixteen steps, the warehouse manager, his face changing drastically, shouted, "Retreat! Retreat quickly! Retreat back to the barricades to organize the defensive line!"

"Rocket launcher operators and anti-tank gunners, get ready! Take down those Japanese tanks!"

That's right! The Japanese tanks and armored vehicles are coming. In a situation where it's impossible to flank them, it would be a disaster to fight them head-on with human flesh.

Specifically, the Japanese had originally deployed a ring of tanks and armored vehicles around Datong Square as the core support point of the last defensive line.

As the battle raged on, the sound of gunfire grew increasingly closer. Umezu Mujiro frowned, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately dispatched a portion of his tanks and armored vehicles to the battlefield to provide assistance.

Hopefully, these powerful weapons can completely hold off the enemy until reinforcements arrive.

When the unrest in other parts of the city subsides, we can then launch a pincer attack on Hu Biao's gang.

Therefore, the warehouse manager can currently see two Type 97 medium tanks and an armored vehicle of an unidentified model not far ahead.

They lined up in a row on the wide asphalt road and slowly drove towards us; as they moved, they fired wildly with the machine guns on them, posing an extreme threat.

The Japanese soldiers and puppet troops who were originally retreating were greatly encouraged when they saw these two things.

They all stopped in their tracks, then turned around and followed the tanks, pushing back in their direction as if to drive them back.

This barricade was captured by Chaozi at the cost of his life. The warehouse manager would rather lose his life here than let the barricade fall.

He immediately issued an order to organize a defensive line on the barricades, destroy the Japanese tanks first, and then continue the attack.

The decisions and orders from the warehouse manager and above were perfectly sound; the key issue was that several pieces of bad news followed his outburst:

"Commander! The rocket launchers are out of ammunition!"

"Grandpa Cang! Our anti-tank rifles can't penetrate the Japanese devils' iron turtles!"

Upon hearing this, the warehouse manager felt extremely frustrated.

The former DIY rocket launcher ammunition was produced under limited conditions in Lianhua Mountain. Despite their best efforts, they could not produce many, with each rocket launcher only equipped with an average of four rounds of ammunition.

They kept firing one shot during the advance, and by now they've basically used up all their remaining ammunition.

Because a lot of gun barrels were brought with them this time, there were quite a few DIY anti-tank guns. However, due to the limited caliber, even with armor-piercing rounds, they were unable to penetrate the frontal armor of these Type 97 medium tanks.

If we try to attack the side armor, the Japanese infantry are too numerous, so it seems like we have no chance at all.

With a determined look, the warehouse manager grabbed Xie Laoyan, slapped his and Chaozi's military ID cards into Xie's hands, and shouted:
"Next, you lead your brothers to continue charging forward until you reach the square."

And one more thing! Remember to give this thing to that damned bastard Hu Biao.

After he finished speaking, he pulled hard from behind his back, and a five-kilogram explosive charge appeared in his hand, which he then held in his arms.

The posture was strikingly similar to that of the previous Superson...

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At 8:03, the third officer's certificate was issued, and in the following period, the rate at which these officer's certificates, which needed to be handed over to Hu Biao after the war, were issued increased faster and faster.

However, it should be noted that the owner of the third military officer's certificate was not the warehouse manager, but Mr. Minamizawa.

Five minutes ago, Mr. Nanze and Hanshuang split up.

Han Shuang led about twenty brothers to clean up the rooms on the fifth and top floor of the building; Mr. Nan Ze led another dozen or so brothers to fight their way to the rooftop.

They were not unaware of the benefits of concentrating their forces in one place during battle.

The key point is that there was a continuous burst of gunfire coming from the rooftop, indicating that there was a powerful firing point up there, posing a great threat to the attacking troops on the road.

We must remove it immediately, otherwise heaven knows how many brothers will be lost on it.

With this in mind, Mr. Nanze led his men to the rooftop.

First, he ricocheted a grenade and threw it onto the stairs above his head, where it exploded, killing several Japanese soldiers who were hiding there.

Then, at the very first moment of the explosion, he led his brothers and rushed forward.

When Mr. Nanze rushed out of the stairwell and onto the building, his scalp tingled with fear.

Not only on the roof of this building, but the number of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops was far greater than in other places; if all were added together, there were probably more than fifty people.

One squad was four times the size of theirs.

Furthermore, one of the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops, a second lieutenant commander, was quite cunning.

Knowing that in such close-range firefights, they were no match for Mr. Nanzawa and his men, who were equipped with a whole arsenal of light machine guns, submachine guns, and pistols, all of which were automatic and semi-automatic firepower.

So Mr. Nanze rushed to the rooftop and immediately saw a large group of gleaming bayonets approaching.

The two or three closest guns were only a meter or two away from him, meaning a single thrust could hit them. In such a situation, even a submachine gun wouldn't be effective.

What to do? Close combat, of course.

In a flash, Mr. Nanze released his submachine gun, drew a large knife from his back with his right hand, and slashed it down like lightning, cleaving aside a bayonet that was thrust at his waist.

With a flick of his wrist, he slashed the Japanese soldier's neck in half.

Amidst the splattering of warm blood, he led his brothers in a hand-to-hand battle against an enemy four times their size; otherwise, there would be no possibility of compromise between the two sides at this point...

"Quick, quick, quick, get to the rooftop to help."

In a very short time, Han Shuang emptied her M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle, riddling two Japanese soldiers and a puppet soldier with bullets, and then shouted loudly.

After shouting, he took the lead and ran towards the rooftop, his face full of anxiety.

No other reason than that! Not long ago, he heard the gunfire on the rooftop suddenly stop completely, replaced by dense footsteps and screams.

This means that the number of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops entrenched upstairs is far greater than they expected, and the two sides are now engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Mr. Nanze and his group only number a dozen or so; they might suffer a great loss if things go wrong.

However, Han Shuang and his men were engaged in a firefight with a group of Japanese soldiers at the time and were unable to provide support. Now that they had finally defeated their opponents, they naturally set off immediately to the rooftop to rescue the people.

Unfortunately, the commotion on the rooftop had subsided by the time they set off, causing Han Shuang's heart to skip a beat as she realized it was probably too late.

And indeed, that was the case, after Frost rushed to the rooftop.

When she saw the situation before her, her eyes reddened, and her heart was filled with sorrow.

The rooftop was littered with mangled corpses from both sides. The only person still standing was Mr. Nanze, a seasoned transmigrator and his teammate.

He stood alone amidst the numerous corpses, a large, blood-dripping blade in his hand, exuding an incomparably domineering aura.

However, upon closer inspection, the reality is quite different.

This old SP, who usually discussed the benefits of foot baths and medicinal wines with other transmigrators, was covered in blood and wounds.

It's already in a state where the intake air is far less than the intake air itself; even a miracle couldn't save it.

The only reason he was able to stand without falling was because a bayoneted rifle, which had pierced his back and was deeply embedded in his body, was supporting him.

Perhaps it was a moment of lucidity before death, for Mr. Nanze's eyes immediately brightened upon seeing the frost.

He raised his right hand and held up three fingers as if giving his last words to the frost that had walked up to him.

Just by looking at those fingers, Han Shuang knew what Mr. Nan Ze meant.

What else could it mean? First, it means we must protect Dai Guanglu, the only son of the Dai family, and not let him die or be crippled.

Secondly, they disfigured his body and removed any items that represented his identity from his body, so that the body wouldn't fall into the hands of the Japanese and be used to make a big fuss.

Suppressing her grief, Han Shuang nodded solemnly and said:

"Gap-toothed brat! Go on your way with peace of mind. Young Master Dai will not be harmed in the slightest before I die; even if I die, I will have someone else take your military ID to die a horrible death."

After saying that, he first took two military officer ID cards out of Mr. Nanze's pocket.

Then, he took the bayonet from his M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle from his waist, intending to kill Mr. Nanze with one blow and then disfigure his face.

Just as he was about to stab him, he noticed that Mr. Nanze's face was flushed red.

After several attempts to open his mouth, he finally managed to utter a curse: "Are you blind, you idiot! Didn't you see I held up three fingers? There's one more thing."

"Make sure you remember to bring those tiger penises and ginseng back for me, I'm planning to use them to make a whole vat of good liquor."

With a forced shout, Mr. Nanze coughed up a mouthful of blood, which covered Han Shuang's face before he died on the spot.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Frost put away her bayonet, drew a short-handled shotgun, and pulled the trigger, slapping Mr. Nanze's face until it was unrecognizable.

Having fulfilled Mr. Nanze's request, I also vented my immense frustration...

(End of this chapter)