The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 667 Different Paths, Same Destination Tactics (Two-in-One Chapter)

At the same time, amidst a loud bang, Boss Niu, who was uttering a high-pitched female singing voice, was transformed into a shower of blood and flesh.

Amidst the lingering strains of the song, the puppet cavalry, who had been driven forward by the Japanese machine guns, continued their advance.

At this moment, they had lost all will to fight. They whipped their horses and turned them around, preferring to be knocked to the ground by the heavy machine gun fire.

They also had to escape at all costs, not wanting to be caught in the self-destruction of those crazy opponents again.

Less than a kilometer away from Hu Biao and his men, Huang Adi held a pistol in his left hand and a cleaver he had brought back from previous missions in his right.

After slashing out with force, he almost completely split open the face of a Japanese lieutenant.

As the Japanese lieutenant screamed and fell to the ground, Huang Adi kicked him, breaking his cervical vertebrae.

Thus, the group of about twenty Japanese soldiers and puppet troops they had just encountered during their battle to clear the building had now been completely wiped out.

It was only at this point that Huang Adi had time to look at his left leg, at a wound on his thigh that had been causing him constant, excruciating pain.

Good heavens! I was just slashed there by a Japanese lieutenant's katana. Now the blood has soaked my entire trouser leg red, and the long wound looks like a child's gaping mouth, with the white bone faintly visible.

No wonder, during the fight with the lieutenant and several Japanese soldiers, he felt excruciating pain whenever he moved his leg even slightly.

Even so, he still shouted out a sentence first:
"Zanana, hurry up and check that window in front. See if you can get to the square from there."

After saying that, he reached into the small medical kit at his waist, intending to take out some gauze to treat the wound a little; he couldn't let it bleed any longer.

Otherwise, I would feel cold all over now because of the large amount of blood loss.

After feeling around and finding nothing, he remembered that he had used up all the gauze he was carrying when he was hit on the forehead with a rifle butt while bandaging Huang Yizhi.

Left with no other choice, I tore a strip from the hem of my clothes with a rip.

Tighten the bandage on your thigh to close the open wound a little and prevent it from bleeding too badly.

After finishing all this, he quickly looked towards a window in front of him and saw the girl, who looked like a humanoid female tyrannosaurus, turn around and shake her head at him.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his face full of disappointment.

The reason for this performance was that the combat team, composed of three veterans—Zanana, Huang Adi, and Huang Yizhi—realized half an hour earlier that the battle could not continue like this.

Otherwise, even if all of their more than a thousand men were to die, they might not have been able to reach Datong Square.

Based on their rich combat experience, they, like Hu Biao, devised a way to break the deadlock: to find a way to attack the Japanese officials and the high-ranking officials of the puppet state of Manchukuo.

This will throw them into complete panic, thus creating a glimmer of hope for the battle.

The difference is that they didn't use heavy machine guns to attack the targets in the square; instead, they set up the anti-tank rifle that Zanana carried everywhere she went on a building.

Given its terrifying caliber, the sight of flesh and blood exploding everywhere after it hits a person must be incredibly frightening.

Perhaps the terrified officials and nobles will make some foolish moves.

Unfortunately, they and their men subsequently captured three more buildings, and the current fourth building is halfway captured.

The original 67 brothers he led have all died in battle, and they haven't found a suitable position to set up their guns and carry out their tactics.

All of them had obstructions in front of them, so they couldn't see the target in the square at all.

Unfortunately, of the three remaining time travelers, only Zanana is in a better situation; the other two, Huang Yizhi and Zanana, are in much worse condition.

Therefore, it is estimated that the three of them, all injured, would not have the ability or strength to clear out the new building in front of them.

Zanana can be allowed to reassess whether it's suitable or if there's an opportunity to set up an anti-tank rifle and fire a burst.

Just as Huang Adi was feeling down and utterly disappointed, Zanana's next words brought him back from the depths of despair to the heights of heaven:
"This is the third floor, so the height is limited."

The view was indeed blocked, but the building has six floors and isn't far from the plaza; if you were on the roof, you should be able to shoot into the plaza.

Upon hearing this, Huang Adi immediately perked up.

While changing the last magazine of his Browning M1911 pistol, he picked up a few grenades from the Japanese corpses on the ground.

He roared, "Then what are we waiting for? If we wait any longer, the daylily will be cold!"

Now we'll storm the rooftop and ignore the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops on the other floors.

"Erpang, the two of us will lead the way and clear the path. Zanana, you follow behind. You just need to stay alert and fire the crucial few shots. Leave the rest to us."

After saying that, he picked up a Type 17 Dagu submachine gun and two spare magazines from the ground and rushed straight towards the stairwell.

Don't be fooled by the resolute and heroic tone of Huang Adi's words.

But when he took the first step, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and he gasped for breath.

No other reason than that running aggravated the numerous wounds on my body, especially the one on my thigh, which was extremely painful, feeling like a small knife cutting into my flesh.

Even so, knowing that he would faint if he bled any more, Huang Adi could only grit his teeth and keep going, trying to do something while he could still fight.

Similar situations not only existed in the same way as those in Fat Huang Yizhi, who was acting with him, but were even more severe.

With a shout of "Good!", Huang Yizhi, whose head was wrapped in gauze like his third brother and who couldn't even put on a helmet, quickly followed, holding a Czech light machine gun in his hand.

After running only three or four steps, I felt a sudden dizziness, and everything in front of me was shaking violently; my chest and abdomen were churning violently, and I almost vomited.

This made him realize what had happened in the close-quarters combat about ten minutes earlier.

The concussion I suffered from being hit on the head with a rifle butt, which smashed the butt, was probably much more serious than I had imagined.

What to do? He pulled out an adrenaline syringe from the bottom of his first-aid kit. This stuff was bought by Uncle Bo and others; there really wasn't a way to buy it in China.

He inserted one hand into a vein in her neck and quickly pushed the medicine in.

Huang Yizhi's actions can be seen as using his last resort, preparing to die here.

And believe it or not! This so-called military-grade adrenaline, when administered intravenously, had an incredibly immediate effect.

Huang Yizhi felt his dizziness and nausea lessen at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

The only uncertainty is how long this effect will last; however, it's not a big problem, as long as we kill a few more Japanese soldiers during its duration...

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A minute or two later, Huang Yizhi suddenly kicked open a door leading to the rooftop terrace.

He and Huang Adi glanced ahead and both gasped in shock.

There were now about forty Japanese soldiers and puppet troops on the rooftop; they were holding various weapons and firing at the street below from time to time, hindering Old K and his men's advance.

Upon hearing the sound of the door being kicked, they instinctively turned around to look.

The moment their eyes met, they were both greatly surprised.

The Japanese soldiers were surprised, mainly because they were astonished that their opponents had not fought their way up the stairs but had instead stormed straight to the top floor, leaving them feeling quite caught off guard.

Huang Yizhi and Huang Adi were surprised because they hadn't expected that so many Japanese soldiers and puppet troops would gather on the rooftop of this building.

More importantly, after a very short period of confusion, the Japanese soldiers and their puppet troops all turned their guns on this side to open fire.

Even if the two of them considered themselves better marksmen and each carried an automatic weapon, they would still have a very difficult time winning a firefight against so many Japanese soldiers and puppet troops.

After all, the enemy also possessed heavy machine guns, a more powerful form of firepower. However, given that both of them were either suffering from significant blood loss or relying on adrenaline to suppress their discomfort, their bodies were likely to collapse within minutes, leaving them with no time to waste.

Now, regardless of whether they can win or not, they have to grit their teeth and go for it, to create an opportunity for Zanana to make a move.

With time running out, the two didn't even exchange a glance.

However, this did not affect the fact that the two, based on their long-cultivated tacit understanding, made the same decision and took the same action; they took a step forward in unison, raised their weapons, and pulled the triggers.

They walked forward side by side, firing their weapons as they went.

At the same time, the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops, who were only a few dozen meters away, turned their guns around and opened fire on the two men.

A hard-fought shooting duel between the two sides began under these circumstances.

The first second of the exchange of fire involved a three-man squad with a Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun and a gunner and assistant gunner with a Type 96 light machine gun.

The two men, with their keen eye, prioritized and eliminated the two strongest firing positions among the Japanese soldiers and their puppet troops.

Amidst the whistling bullets flying back in retaliation, one bullet grazed Huang Adi's left cheek.

Those who are frequently shot at by machine guns must know this: bullets generate extremely high temperatures around them during flight.

So even if he wasn't hit by a bullet, Huang Adi could still feel a burning pain when the bullet grazed his cheek.

Even during this process, he could faintly smell the aroma of roasted meat.

However, Huang Adi didn't even blink when faced with the above situation.

Because he knew this was just the beginning, and compared to what he and Huang Yizhi would suffer later, this kind of injury was not even an appetizer.

In the next second, a Japanese sergeant, a puppet army platoon leader, and three other targets were taken down by the firepower of the two men.

One of the puppet soldiers had just pulled the pin on a wooden-handled grenade and hadn't even had time to raise his arm when he was shot twice in the chest and abdomen.

The puppet soldier immediately fell to the ground with his head held high, and the smoking wooden-handled grenade in his hand fell to the ground.

In the counterattack, Huang Yizhi and Huang Adi each suffered bursts of blood from their chests, abdomens, and shoulders.

At a distance of only thirty or forty meters, their DIY bulletproof plates were no longer sufficient to completely stop bullets from penetrating.

The bullets caused serious injury and pain to both men after penetrating the bulletproof plates.

But so what? As long as they had a breath left, as long as they could still pull the trigger, they would continue to fight and move forward; staggering slightly, the two gritted their teeth and continued forward.

In the third second, six more Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were knocked to the ground.

Several bursts of blood erupted from each of their bodies, and with a 'clang,' the Czech light machine gun in Huang Yizhi's hand fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, this wasn't an injury to his shoulder that was so severe that he couldn't even hold a Czech light machine gun.

The magazine, containing only 20 rounds, was completely emptied by the time he pulled the trigger and didn't release it.

Huang Yizhi discarded the light machine gun simply to free up his hands so he could take out his pistol and continue firing.

In the fourth second, only three puppet soldiers and one Japanese soldier were knocked to the ground; after all, the firepower of Huang Yizhi's pistol was much worse than that of the Czech light machine gun.

To make matters worse, after a few seconds of good fortune, one of them was shot in the head, the most fatal area.

The unfortunate man who was shot in the head was Huang Adi. He had just emptied his submachine gun and didn't even have time to throw it away, leaving one hand free.

A 6.5mm bullet hit him squarely in the face.

Before he could even utter a last word, Huang Adi died in battle; as he fell backward, there was no pain or fear on his face, only the immense regret of not being able to hold on for even two more seconds.

In the fifth second, eight Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were killed.

Such a good result is thanks to Zanana, who finally joined the battle at this moment.

After rushing out of the gate, Zanana was armed with two light machine guns, one Czech-made and one Type 96, firing from both sides, making her firepower formidable.

Some people might ask, why didn't Zanana and Huang Adi fight together?
With such powerful firepower, if this girl had opened fire on the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops from the beginning, wouldn't she have been able to take down many more opponents much earlier?

If they were a little luckier, Huang Adi might not even have died.

Regarding this point, all I can say is that the door leading from the stairwell to the rooftop is really narrow; it was quite a struggle for Huang Adi and Huang Yizhi, both weighing over 200 pounds, to squeeze through at the same time.

It's simply not allowed for Zanana, whose height and size have become increasingly large, to squeeze out as well.

Even when Zanana tried to follow and open fire, she was caught on the large anti-tank rifle she was carrying on her back because of its incredible length.

After realizing what had happened, Zanana crouched down and successfully rushed onto the rooftop; this caused a delay of two or three seconds, ultimately leading to the current situation.

In the sixth second, seven more Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were taken down.

Zanana was shot in the chest, but the bullet was effectively cushioned by her exceptionally strong physique.

Therefore, although the area where she was shot was painful, it had almost no impact on the girl's fighting ability.

Another burst of blood erupted from Huang Yizhi's chest. The gunshot wound wasn't to his heart, but the accumulated injuries were too much for his body to bear, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.

His face, covered in fat, trembled with pain.

Seven seconds later, Zanana threw away the two light machine guns that had just run out of bullets, but did not draw her pistol and continued to fire forward.

Because at this point, it's no longer necessary.

The wooden-handled grenade that had rolled to the ground finally exploded violently; the flying shrapnel knocked down the last few Japanese soldiers and puppet troops nearby.

The brief but incredibly intense and bloody battle has now come to an end...

Ignoring the fact that in such a straightforward and unpretentious battle, the three of them had actually taken down an opponent thirteen or fourteen times their size. After throwing away two light machine guns, Zanana prepared to give Huang Yizhi first aid.

Huang Yizhi, slumped on the ground, roared out in a trembling voice, strained by the pain:
"Don't worry about me! Go set up your guns and take care of the important targets in the square. Don't worry about the Japanese soldiers rushing up from behind. I'll handle everything."

"Hurry up, I probably can't hold on much longer."

Without the slightest hesitation or argument, Zanana turned around decisively upon hearing this and ran towards the edge of the rooftop terrace.

No way! As a seasoned transmigrator who has experienced countless battles, she already knew how to make the right choice in this situation.

To drag things out would be a disservice to Huang Yizhi and Huang Adi, who risked their lives to clear the way.

Behind her, Huang Yizhi glanced around and then made up his mind. He crawled two or three steps with difficulty on the ground and then crawled to Huang Adi's side.

First, he muttered something under his breath while looking at Huang Adi's corpse: "Big Fatty! I'm sorry to offend you."

After saying that, he picked up a submachine gun from Huang Adi's side and replaced it with a brand new magazine.

Then, he lay down directly behind his teammate's over 200-pound corpse, using Huang Adi's body as temporary cover, which was the main reason he said he had 'offended' him.

Just as they finished doing all that, two yellowish-brown figures appeared at the top of the stairs.

Huang Yizhi decisively pulled the trigger, firing a three-round burst that killed one of the two Japanese soldiers who tried to charge forward, while the remaining one retreated in a panic.

Before the rest of the Japanese soldiers could organize and continue their charge, he pulled the pin on a grenade, tapped it on the concrete floor, and then threw it precisely into the stairwell...

(End of this chapter)