The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 665 This is the kind of trash (Two-in-one chapter)

At 8:36, two minutes after the warehouse manager was killed in action.

With swift steps, Han Shuang led the way into the corridor on the third floor of a building; because this guy was 196 centimeters tall, his long legs were an advantage, and he accidentally left the people behind him far behind.

It was precisely for this reason that he suffered a huge crisis.

Unlike the situation encountered in previous battles, the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops on the third floor did not all stay in the room and put up a stubborn resistance.

Instead, five men were stationed in the corridor, rifles at the ready, waiting for their prey.

As soon as Frost appeared before them, they immediately opened fire.

Fortunately, although Han Shuang is a newcomer, she was already a veteran of the PLA before she transmigrated; after being tempered by many battles after transmigrating, she has grown at an astonishing speed.

Despite being suddenly in danger, they still managed to react very well.

When he caught a glimpse of his opponents lying in wait out of the corner of his eye, he decisively rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding several bullets.

He had just stopped rolling around, and before he could even get up from the ground...

He fired his rifle while prone, and a bullet struck a Japanese sergeant squarely in the face, killing him cleanly and decisively.

In summary, the performance of the newcomer Han Shuang can be described as very impressive.

This is the fighting power displayed by this newcomer, even without any improvement in his physical fitness.

If he were to experience two more transmigrations and improve his physical attributes eight or nine times, the combat power he could unleash would definitely be something to look forward to.

The only pity is that the rifle that Frost is holding at this moment is no longer the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle that the team issued to him.

After nearly two hours of fighting, he had long since run out of the 7.62*63mm caliber bullets for the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.

Although quite a few rifle bullets could be found on the bodies of the puppet soldiers.

However, those bullets were all 7.92*57mm Mauser rifle cartridges, which are not interchangeable between the two.

Therefore, even though Han Shuang had a strong aversion to the Japanese Type 38 rifle, a weapon that required pulling the bolt to fire a single shot.

They still had to discard the semi-automatic M1 rifle and pick up a Japanese rifle to continue fighting.

After shooting down a Japanese sergeant, Han Shuang did not pull the bolt to chamber another bullet.

He wasn't stupid. Even though he had been single for many years and knew his hand speed was far faster than the average person, he still couldn't outrun the four Japanese soldiers and puppet troops in front of him.

If we were to foolishly engage in a direct firefight with the bolt-action rifle, wouldn't we suffer a great loss?

The moment he pulled the trigger, he decisively threw away the rifle in his hand and drew a Browning M1911 pistol from the holster on his thigh.

As he sat up, he pulled the trigger and fired, emptying all seven bullets in one go.

After the bullets in their pistols were used up, two of the four Japanese soldiers and puppet troops in the corridor were dead and one was wounded; the Japanese soldier hiding at the very back was completely unharmed because of the cover provided by others.

Fortunately, although the above content is quite lengthy, it only happened in a few seconds.

After Han Shuang ran out of bullets in his pistol, Dai Guanglu and the others who were following behind arrived and opened fire on the target at the other end of the corridor.

They killed a wounded puppet soldier and an unharmed Japanese soldier on the spot.

However, looking at all their fallen opponents, Dai Guanglu and the others felt no sense of accomplishment, but rather an indescribable sorrow.

Nothing special! It happened around 6 PM, right when the battle started.

It was the three officers, Lao Yu, Mr. Nan Ze, and Han Shuang, who led a total of more than sixty people, carrying out the task of continuously clearing and advancing in one of the buildings.

Now, not to mention that only eleven of the brothers remain.

The key issue is that Commander Yu is dead, Commander Nanze is dead, and Commander Hanshuang seems to be dying soon as well.

That's right! Han Shuang knew he was about to meet his end. He had been shot while exchanging fire with the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops with his pistol.

Because they were too close, a 6.5mm bullet successfully pierced through the DIY bulletproof plate on his body.

The bullet entered his body, damaging his kidneys and causing severe internal bleeding.

Based on his medical knowledge, he was very clear about one thing:
With such an injury, if surgery wasn't performed within an hour, he would almost certainly die; but in such an environment, how could surgery possibly be performed? He was doomed.

To be honest, Han Shuang's feelings were very complicated at this moment. He was afraid of death, yet he was not afraid of death either.

He wasn't afraid of death! It was because after spending so much time with Hu Biao and the others, he had developed enough trust in these veterans and believed in the miraculous claims of being able to be resurrected after dying in battle.

As veterans like Lao Yu have said, this is a very simple matter:
It'll be over in the blink of an eye, what's there to be afraid of?

Afraid of death! What will happen after he dies? Who will protect Dai Guanglu, the only son of the Dai family? This kid is a simpleton; he doesn't care about his life at all when it comes to fighting.

In other guerrilla warfare, things might be alright, but in the current high-intensity battle, without transmigrators like them keeping a close eye on things, they might really be wiped out in Changchun City tonight.

Once he thought about this, he didn't want to die at all, but the problem was that not wanting to die was useless.

At this crucial moment, Anne appeared like an angel.

She led five or six Kuomintang agents from the Changchun station, who were willing to fight for a high reward, and followed the sound of gunfire to this corridor.

Unfortunately, we were a little late. When we arrived, Frost was already slumped over like a dead dog.

As the saying goes, "experience is the best teacher." Having suffered various injuries during her previous transmigrations, Annie knew that Han Shuang, a novice, was beyond saving as soon as she saw his injuries.

Looking at Dai Guanglu and the remaining dozen or so people, Annie felt inexplicably anxious.

In her anxiety, without bothering with any unnecessary words, Han Shuang subtly pointed at the young man Dai Guanglu, implying that she would take care of him from now on.

Later, when he received the officer's ID card from Han Shuang.

His expression showed only slight surprise, astonished that Han Shuang had actually taken out three books at once.

What else? Annie has witnessed this scene of her fellow transmigrators dying in front of her at least a hundred times, and she knows they can always be resurrected, so what's there to be sad about?

To put it bluntly, unless it was a particularly gruesome death, and Hu Biao had died in front of her, Annie wouldn't have been too moved.

Or to put it another way, for these time travelers, death was actually a relief.

On the contrary, those who are alive have more to worry about, and therefore suffer more headaches.

Therefore, after putting away the three officer's certificates, Anne prepared to lead the remaining men to continue fighting; the battle had now reached its most difficult point, and every second was crucial.

As for the rest, she believed that Frost knew what to do.

As he stood up, Han Shuang grabbed his trouser leg and said, "Boss lady, I have one last wish before I die. Can you grant it to me?"

Upon hearing this, Annie stopped in her tracks and uttered a single word: "Speak."

"Hey! I know you have a boyfriend, but would you mind having another one? If it really doesn't work out, I'm fine with being your mistress and being kept by you."

After a sudden flash of light in her eyes, Han Shuang hurriedly revealed her dying wish.

The two words "Go to hell" were Anne's answer.

After finishing her tirade, she waved her hand, grabbed a submachine gun, and led a small team of less than twenty men to continue fighting forward.

Then, the frost that remained in place truly died.

Lying on the ground, he pulled out a wooden-handled grenade that he had deliberately kept unused, unscrewed the cap at the bottom, and with great effort pulled the fuse before placing it on his chest.

In this way, if the wooden-handled grenade explodes a few seconds later, the power will be enough to blast him beyond recognition, to the point that the Japanese soldiers will no longer be able to recognize him.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look in the direction where Annie and the others had left, revealing a rather amused smile.

At the same time, he silently thought to himself:
Don't be fooled by how this guy acted like a seasoned SP before, a SP with the 'legacy of Cao Cao'; even though he knew Annie had a boyfriend, he still kept pestering her.

Do all these actions mean he really is that kind of person?

In reality, he simply wanted to use this unique method to alleviate his anxiety and fear, and to make himself appear less panicked and pathetic. After all, who wouldn't have been thrown into 1942, when the Kwantung Army was at the height of its power in Northeast China?

Being chased by tens of thousands of people in the freezing cold would make anyone panic, wouldn't it?

But then again, Annie is really beautiful, with a great figure, especially that air about her that comes with being a woman who's only recently become a wife, tsk tsk tsk~

So, that's the kind of person he is.

With that thought in mind, the wooden-handled grenade exploded completely.

When the sound of the explosion behind her reached her ears, Annie breathed a slight sigh of relief, knowing that she didn't have to worry about the Japanese using Frost's body for their own purposes.

Then, when he thought about how much time had passed, how many casualties had been suffered, and how he didn't know how much longer it would take to reach Datong Square, his mood worsened.

"No! We can't keep fighting like this," Annie thought to herself.

This is also a common thought among many veteran time travelers on the current battlefield...

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At 8:41, I hid behind a Type 95 light tank that had been hit by a DIY rocket and was now completely destroyed.

Black Star took a deep breath, calming his agitated emotions slightly, and roared, "Everyone, fire with all your might! Give me a chance!"

At such a shout, Lao Ma and Xiao Bai gritted their teeth.

Leading his brothers, they peeked out from their hiding places, ignoring the dense bullets whizzing past them, not knowing when they would be hit.

He recklessly used all sorts of weapons at hand to fire at the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops a hundred meters away.

Although someone among them was shot and fell every second, they still managed to draw the enemy's firepower, creating some brief opportunities for Black Star to attack.

However, Black Star's method of attack was not like that of Warehouse Manager and Super, who charged onto the enemy's position with explosives.

It's important to know! Besides his nickname "Big Dumb Guy," Black Star also has another nickname: "Human Mortar." Given the current situation, he does have other, better methods:

Should we throw a grenade, or a wooden-handled grenade that can travel further?

Now, six wooden-handled grenades with their bottom covers removed and their cables pulled out have been placed on the frontal armor of the tank in front of him.

Two seconds after Lao Ma and the others opened fire, he pulled the pins on the wooden-handled grenades one by one at top speed and hurled them with all his might.

Thanks to the upgrade by the mysterious entity last time, his physical attributes improved several times over, resulting in another surge.

So every grenade, once thrown, seemed to have eyes, landing precisely on the positions of the Japanese and puppet troops a hundred meters away, in different locations with light and heavy machine guns and Japanese officers.

Then, in less than twenty seconds, six explosions occurred in succession.

In terms of power, although it was not as powerful as when Chaozi hugged a bomb and detonated it on the position, it still caused great chaos among the Japanese and puppet troops on the position.

When the fourth grenade exploded, Old Ma, a seasoned veteran, saw the precious opportunity that was at hand.

He yelled "Charge with me!" and, carrying a Czech-made light machine gun, dashed forward.

Having fought to this point, his original MG34 general-purpose machine gun had run out of ammunition, and there was no time to replenish bullets or reload the ammunition belt, so he had to switch to this lighter machine gun, which had much weaker firepower.

Fortunately, even so, when Old Ma led 170 or 180 brothers in a full-force charge, the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops on the position lost their fighting spirit.

After one of the puppet soldiers took the lead, the others also began to retreat. In the process, many more were killed or wounded by Lao Ma and his men.

With this, they have successfully captured this position.

After witnessing this scene, Black Star breathed a long sigh of relief, but then felt an overwhelming sense of fatigue wash over him.

It wasn't that he was shot anywhere, but rather that such a long and intense battle had taken a heavy toll on his physical and mental strength.

Don't be fooled by how easily he threw six grenades in one go.

In fact, the process of concentrating all one's energy and spirit to avoid missing the mark is often more exhausting than engaging in a small battle.

After pausing for two seconds and feeling a little better, Black Star prepared to rush towards the front line.

But before setting off, I felt like I had forgotten something.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that Xiaobai's new sister-in-law was not among the crowd that rushed towards the position with Lao Ma.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where Xiaobai had been.
Black Star could immediately see that Little White was slumped in the snow, leaning against an elm tree, his chin and chest covered in blood, clearly indicating that he had been shot and injured.

Although there are all sorts of beautiful girls in the current world, they are really disgusting to men like Black Star, and he doesn't want to pay any attention to them at all.

However, Xiaobai, a woman who is hardworking and knows how to get along with people, received more preferential treatment than the male newcomers among these veterans.

Upon seeing this, Black Star's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly rushed over.

As they got closer, Black Star realized that Xiao Bai's vomiting blood was clearly not right, and he knew that it was probably due to a broken rib that had pierced an internal organ.

If this were in a modern world, such an injury could be saved if the patient was taken to the hospital immediately and had surgery.

But such conditions don't exist now, so Xiaobai is doomed. For a moment, Hei Xing didn't know how to tell his sister-in-law such bad news.

It has to be said that Xiaobai, who has been honed in society for many years, is very adept at interpersonal relationships.

Just by looking at the expression on the man's face, she knew she was probably doomed. After thinking of something, instead of feeling dejected, she comforted Black Star:

"Brother! You don't need to be sad."

As a complete novice who knows nothing, it's quite fortunate that I've survived this long in such an environment, and that I've even survived until now.

However, if I die here, my son from the modern world will become an orphan.

So, brothers, if you manage to get back alive, I hope that, considering we fought side by side, you'll also take care of my son.

His name is xxx, and he lives in Room 502, XXX, Hulunbuir. Don't worry! He's very obedient and you won't need to worry about him at all.

Upon hearing the above statement, Black Star felt both annoyed and amused.

Because he didn't expect that Xiaobai, this seemingly honest newcomer, still didn't believe the claim that those who died in battle could be resurrected after they returned to the modern world.

He even tried to use their camaraderie to manipulate them into helping him take care of his son afterwards.

However, upon closer reflection, it would be even more difficult for a woman with a child to live a decent life in a modern world where human relationships are cold and indifferent, without a bit of cunning.

Therefore, it is quite understandable that they would react in the above way; compared to the fairies in the modern world who seem to owe them something from birth, they are already much better.

Finally, Black Star said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Alright! I'll emphasize this to you one last time."

After we time travelers die in battle, we can be resurrected as long as we return to the modern world, and we can also bring back a lot of spoils of war; not to mention other spoils of war, just by selling the tributes that the bandits gave us, you can easily get tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars.

So you'll have to take care of your son yourself when you get back."

Upon hearing this, Xiaobai immediately showed an extremely surprised expression.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing. After a long sigh, he died with that expression frozen in place.

Black Star shook his head and extended his right hand.

He took out a captain's officer's ID from Xiao Bai's pocket and put it in his own pocket.

Then, after saying sorry, he dragged Xiaobai's body into a nearby wooden house that was already burning fiercely after being ignited by a stray bullet.

At this point, only Awei remains of the newbies who were transferred here.

A minute or two later, they saw that the team, now down to only 150 or 160 men, was struggling to attack a new Japanese barricade under Old Ma's leadership.

I wonder how many more barricades I'll have to break through before I can storm Datong Square, the site of the victory celebration.

Black Star couldn't help but curse, "Damn it! This won't do; what is that damn kid doing? We need to think of something quickly, or today's operation might be in trouble..."

(End of this chapter)