The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 666 Solution (Bonus Chapter 22 for AT)

At 8:57 p.m., he risked being blown apart by a stray bullet.

Xiao Cui crouched low and ran as fast as she could, rushing to the side of a KL soldier who had been shot and was lying on the ground.

Simply by turning the soldier over and seeing that he had been shot in the left atrium, it was clear that although the brother was still breathing, he was beyond saving.

Seeing that the KL warrior couldn't speak, but his eyes were full of longing for life and pleading for help, I could see that he was able to save him.

The anxiety I was already feeling had now reached its limit.

That's right! Xiao Cui is very anxious, but it's also quite understandable.

Aside from the people who followed Uncle Bo and AT to clear the buildings from the left and right sides respectively, she and Hu Biao led 350 or 360 people to advance along the main street.

But now, less than two hundred people remain, and the casualties are shockingly high.

They are now less than a mile away from Datong Square.

From this vantage point, they could faintly hear the melodious music playing over there.

If it weren't for the street corner not far ahead, where a four-story building blocked their view, they might have been able to see the dancing figures at the victory celebration even if they were just standing on tiptoe.

Unfortunately, they are now suffering heavy casualties, and their physical and mental strength is greatly depleted. Automatic and semi-automatic weapons are severely reduced in firepower due to a lack of ammunition.

In short, at this point in the battle, they were no longer able to advance in one direction.

Although we can't contact friendly forces in other directions, their situation should be about the same.

Even the commotion in other parts of the city didn't seem as intense as before; once the Japanese troops in other areas came to their senses and came to their aid, they would be doomed if they were attacked from both sides.

Therefore, the wisest choice now is to evacuate everyone immediately.

But if we really do that, wouldn't all the brothers who died in battle have died in vain?

All these thoughts rushed into Xiao Cui's mind in an instant. She was both angry and frustrated, her anxiety reaching its peak. To use a rather unusual analogy:
Just because of the current terrible situation, her relatives will be so angry that they will be at least a month late.

After placing one of KL Warrior's hands on the wound and making him press it down, offering some psychological comfort, [they did so].

Xiao Cui, who was genuinely at a loss, started yelling and cursing at Hu Biao, who was about 20 or 30 meters away:

"You damn bastard! You'd better think of something quick, we don't have much time left..."

Upon hearing this, Hu Biao felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

If Xiao Cui could see the terrible situation, then he, as someone who had traversed the holdout households and the team leader, could naturally see it clearly as well.

The girl asked him to come up with a solution, and he actually did have some ideas.

Or rather, some potentially useful methods.

Specifically, as long as we continue forward and fight our way to the corner of the intersection ahead, although there will still be many Japanese soldiers blocking our way, we can continue forward.

However, as long as the muzzle of the heavy machine gun is raised and a rappelling method is used.

In this way, they could still attack the Japanese soldiers and high-ranking officials of the puppet Manchukuo regime who were enjoying food and wine and dancing in Datong Square.

Even with this method of firing heavy machine guns from a low position, the accuracy is, to put it mildly, questionable.

However, if a few of these high-ranking officials were actually killed or wounded, making them truly feel the threat of death, they might allow the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops to protect them as they broke through the encirclement.

In this way, the Japanese side could breathe a huge sigh of relief while the two sides were locked in a stalemate, and they might be able to take the opportunity to break in.

Therefore, after gritting his teeth and making a firm decision, Hu Biao shouted:
"Brothers, give it your all! If we can get to the corner of the road ahead, I'll have a way to throw the Japanese into chaos."

Hu Biao and Commander Hu's words still carried considerable weight with the crowd; upon hearing the above statements, everyone erupted in protest.

With another twenty-seven or twenty-eight casualties, they finally managed to drive the group of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops at the corner of the road back to the point where they could no longer hold out and retreated.

Upon seeing this, Hu Biao was overjoyed.

While urging his brothers to rush forward, he took about ten steps back and personally carried a Maxim heavy machine gun with a stand on it.

This was a preparation to quickly set up a crane gun and unleash a burst of fire on the Japanese soldiers in Datong Square.

Whether it would work, and how effective it would be, Hu Biao wasn't sure, but it was the only solution he could think of at the moment.

However, Hu Biao then shouldered the Type 30 heavy machine gun, which, along with its frame and a belt of ammunition, weighed over 50 kilograms, and sprinted forward about twenty steps.

With a drastic change in expression, he threw away the heavy machine gun in his hand, drew a large knife in his other hand, and charged forward madly.

All of this stemmed from the sound of rapid hoofbeats approaching him. His extensive combat experience told him that this was the sound of at least a cavalry company charging at full speed.

Hu Biao naturally already knew about the Iron Stone Army of the puppet Manchukuo regime, which included an elite cavalry unit.

But what he didn't know, or perhaps didn't anticipate, was that he would encounter it at this very moment.

The fatal flaw is that in the relatively narrow environment of streets, the power of a cavalry charge will be amplified.

If the brothers who just charged forward were driven back, he wouldn't have a firing angle even if he carried the heavy machine gun.

In short, no matter how heavy the cost, we must hold on to that spot.

Once they are driven back by the puppet army cavalry, then we're doomed.

However, after being delayed for a moment, Hu Biao was now running at full speed and was already running out of time; when he was about fifty meters away from the corner, one hundred and twenty or thirty cavalrymen were about to crash into Xiao Cui and the others.

It was under these circumstances, and after witnessing certain scenes, that Hu Biao's values ​​began to change...

*****
"Listen up, you devils! I am Chuanshanfeng, the chief of Songfeng Ridge. Eighteen years from now, I will be a hero again."

As he shouted this, Chuanshanfeng, a bearded man who supposedly started taking a Mauser pistol down the mountain to kidnap hostages at the age of twelve, pulled the pin on a wooden-handled grenade he was carrying.

In fact, he didn't know what the solution Hu Biao was talking about was.

However, just as he reached the corner, he saw a group of puppet army cavalry wielding sabers and charging desperately towards him.

If they were driven back by these Japanese soldiers again, they would suffer heavy casualties and would never have another chance to reach this place.

At that time, no matter what method Hu Biao proposed, there would be no possibility of it being implemented; therefore, these cavalrymen had to be stopped no matter what.

However, he also knew that he wouldn't be able to stop them with the Type 38 rifle he had picked up.

What to do? What else could we do? Like many of our brothers in previous battles, we pulled the pins on grenades and charged forward.

It's certainly not enough for him to do this alone; but he believes that many more brothers will do the same.

Therefore, at this moment, Chuanshan Feng's heart was filled with a resolute will to die.

Unfortunately, despite his angry words, as he charged towards the puppet army cavalry, he couldn't help but glance back at Boss Niu, who was a dozen meters behind him.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, a mixture of apology, reluctance, and farewell.

The apology he expressed probably stemmed from his clear understanding that getting Boss Niu to agree to follow him was ultimately a case of taking advantage of someone's misfortune and acting like a villain.

If there is a next life, I'll repay this debt by working like an ox or a horse.

Chuanshanfeng was right. Accompanying him were fifteen or sixteen bandits from various mountain strongholds, or perhaps soldiers from KL. They all pulled the pins on their grenades and followed him to meet the puppet army cavalryman.

After a series of explosions, almost all of the hundred-plus cavalrymen in front of them were brought down.

Although the cavalry behind were unharmed, dozens of men and horses suddenly fell dead, becoming excellent obstacles to stop the subsequent cavalry charge.

The puppet cavalry instinctively pulled hard on the reins, causing their horses to slow down drastically, and every cavalryman's face was filled with terror.

Unfortunately, at that moment, a burst of heavy machine gun fire came from behind, killing several of them.

Driven in this way, they had no choice but to continue forward, posing a great threat to Xiao Cui and the others.

To Chuanshanfeng's surprise, Boss Niu, who understood the meaning behind Chuanshanfeng's glance back, felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

He did follow Chuan Shanfeng initially to seek revenge, but over the years, Chuan Shanfeng has treated him exceptionally well, more so than anyone else in the world.

So a long time ago, he stopped blaming the mountain wind.

Overwhelmed with grief, he snatched a pack of grenades from Xiao Cui's hand; staggering forward, he began to sing in a high-pitched female voice:
"I am a delicate woman, not a man..."

To be honest, although he can sing the Peking Opera "Farewell My Concubine," his skill level is only average. Even when Chuanshan Feng begs him to sing a section, he rarely agrees.

But what's wrong with indulging this rough-and-tumble guy, Chuanshanfeng, just this once?

For a moment, the boss's high-pitched singing seemed to drown out the sounds of horses' hooves, gunfire, shouts of battle, and music from a band, all of which seemed to resonate throughout the city.

Under such a singing style, not only Hu Biao and the others were filled with sorrow.

The faces of the Japanese soldiers and traitors at the victory celebration changed drastically; the last emperor, along with his empress, even fell to the ground...

(End of this chapter)