The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 664 Just Together (Bonus Chapter 12 for AT)

At 8:10 AM, at the instigation of Mujiro Umezu, a Japanese host began the final item on the agenda for the victory celebration:
A Western-style buffet and dance party will begin.

Immediately, a large quantity of exquisitely prepared food and snacks, as well as various alcoholic beverages such as sake, baijiu, and red wine, were served.

With the help of some maids, the items were set up on one side of the square, where people could take them at will.

A band of members, dressed in suits, bow ties, and white gloves despite the freezing weather, began to play their instruments, filling the air with melodious music.

Amidst the continuous sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle, the music sounded particularly eerie.

Amidst this eerie music, the high-ranking Japanese Kwantung Army officers and their families, as well as the high-ranking traitors and noblewomen of the puppet state of Manchukuo, all appeared outwardly unaffected.

However, a closer look reveals that these people are merely putting on a brave face; in reality, they are terribly panicked.

For example, some people find that even when they are eating fine food, it tastes bland and tasteless.

They clinked glasses briefly during their greetings. According to social etiquette, taking a small sip of alcohol is enough, but they took a big gulp, or even downed it in one go.

This suggests that they need alcohol to suppress their fear.

Even in the very center of the square, those dancing to music, led by the last emperor and Umezu Mijiro, would often step on each other's toes.

At such a moment, they couldn't care less about this small matter and continued to dance stiffly.

From that moment on, the military officer IDs that needed to be delivered to Hu Biao began to be produced at an even more astonishing speed.

This also reflects something else: the battle surrounding the central area of ​​Changchun City has reached its most critical moment.

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Two minutes later, the warehouse manager lay on the ground, which was covered in black snow and dirt from being trampled, and crawled on the ground with his arms.

During the process, he bit his lip hard, not caring that his lip was already bitten to pieces.

There's nothing we can do! He's badly injured.

Only by engaging in such self-harming actions and constantly inflicting excruciating pain could he avoid falling asleep and continue crawling down to that damned tank.

Earlier, he had planned to bring a satchel charge to blow up the Japanese tanks.

At the crucial moment, a rough, large hand pressed down on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw the leader of Black Bear Village, the old man named Yao Laoqi.

Yao Laoqi said to the warehouse manager with a very solemn expression:
"Grandpa Cang, I, Lao Yao, am truly impressed today. You actually took on this life-or-death situation yourselves, instead of just saying nice things."

But the men of Northeast China aren't cowards. "Let us handle things now; you can stay and command the brothers in battle."

After saying this, the old bearded man, who would surely go to the eighteenth level of hell after death because of the evil deeds he had committed, solemnly bowed to the warehouse manager, snatched the explosive pack from his hand, and rushed out.

He shouted loudly, "Listen up, you little devils! Grandpa is Yao Laoqi, the leader of the Black Bear Clan!"

Unfortunately, although Yao Laoqi had rich combat experience, it was limited to low-intensity battles, mainly guerrilla warfare and small-scale skirmishes.

This kind of positional warfare, or frontal tank-destroying combat, is still quite unfamiliar to me.

However, after rushing seven or eight steps, the warehouse manager had just thrown out a DIY smoke grenade that created smoke for cover.

Yao Laoqi's skull was smashed to pieces by the machine gun on the tank, and his body collapsed to the ground after a moment of shock.

Before the warehouse manager could even utter a curse in his heart, another man clasped his hands in a fist salute to the warehouse manager and then rushed out of the barricade where they were currently staying.

The warehouse manager was momentarily dazed because he realized he couldn't remember the other person's name.

But it didn't matter, because a loud voice rang out shortly after: "Listen up, you little devils! Grandpa is Qian Erlv from Tiger Head Mountain!"

Then, roars rang out incessantly:
"Listen up, you little devils! I'm Zhou Yong from the Fifth Army of the Northeast KL!"

"Listen up, you little devils! I'm Fang Yourong from Liushutun!"

"Listen up, you little devils, your grandpa is..."

Each shout, whether filled with heroic spirit or resolute determination and tragic grandeur, represented a soldier from Beard and KL charging forward. Facing the dense hail of Japanese bullets, they picked up explosive charges from the ground and continued advancing, bringing the charges closer and closer to the Japanese tanks.

The seventh person, a man who called himself Wu Yi, rushed out and finally reached the tank, detonated the explosive charge, and destroyed a tank on the left.

In the massive explosion, dozens of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops nearby were instantly knocked to the ground.

Meanwhile, the Japanese armored vehicle on the right, whose model even the warehouse manager couldn't recognize, had long been shot down by anti-tank guns.

Now, all that's left is a Japanese Type 97 medium tank blocking their path in the middle.

At this moment, Xie Laoyan, a soldier from KL, was holding a bomb, ready to rush forward and blow up this obstacle that was blocking their continued advance.

Just as he was about to leave, the warehouse manager grabbed him.

The main problem was that the warehouse manager couldn't bear to be lying there, watching the figures rush out, hearing their shouts, and experiencing that immense psychological torment.

Unfortunately, the warehouse manager was shot multiple times on his way there.

After being hit in the chest and abdomen by a burst of bullets from the vehicle-mounted machine gun, he still suffered severe injuries despite having a DIY bulletproof plate inserted there.

In indescribable agony, the warehouse manager collapsed to the ground, feeling as if one of his ribs was completely broken and his internal organs were smashed to pieces.

Fortunately, the place where he was shot and fell was only about twenty paces away from that Type 97 medium tank.

The earlier explosion finally succeeded in severing a major power line, causing the streetlights and lights in the surrounding buildings to go out.

Although there was a backup generator at Datong Square, the lively atmosphere quickly returned to normal.

However, at least on the battlefield where the warehouse manager was located, the visibility was quite poor because the bright moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, which gave him the opportunity to climb under the tank.

The distance of just twenty steps took the warehouse manager three minutes to crawl.

The severe injuries and massive blood loss made each crawl by the warehouse manager as he climbed further back incredibly difficult and slow, like the wriggling of a caterpillar.

During this process, five or six more brothers tried to rush forward, but they were all shot down.

Fortunately, before he completely lost consciousness, he managed to crawl to the bottom of the Type 97 tank and used his last bit of strength to pull the fuse of the explosive charge in his hand.

Then, as if he had accomplished something incredibly important, the warehouse manager tightened the helmet that had originally belonged to Chaozi on his head, tied the straps, and died with a relaxed and happy expression...

Seconds later, a massive explosion occurred, erasing all traces of the warehouse manager's existence in this world.

At the moment of the explosion, Xie Laoyan, standing on the barricade behind, slammed his fist heavily on the sandbag, crying out, "Commander Cang!"

The words had barely faded when a voice shouted from behind, "Charge! Great opportunity! Follow me and charge!"

Everyone turned around and saw that it was Shizi and the other two who had finally arrived at the battlefield after completing the broadcast of the false information.

Annie and Old K went to the left and right buildings respectively to join the battle to clear out the Japanese soldiers, while Cross went to the battlefield on the street.

That sentence he just uttered was something he couldn't help but shout out as he watched the fighter jet disappear in an instant.

Then, led by the cross, the group advanced forward for one hundred and fifty or sixty meters in one go before stopping in front of another barricade and exchanging fire from a distance.

It was at this moment that Xie Laoyan thought of something and took out Chaozi's and the warehouse manager's military officer ID cards from his pocket.

As he handed it over to the cross, he said, "Commander Cross, this is from Commander Chao and Commander Cang. They asked me to give it to Commander Hu."

Now that you're here, I might as well hand it over to you first.

Looking at the force that had originally numbered five hundred men, now reduced to a mere two hundred, Shizi sighed deeply.

Instead of taking the officer's ID card from Xie Laoyan, he took out one from his own pocket and slapped it into the other person's hand.

He casually suggested, "Perfect! Take mine with you too..."

(End of this chapter)