The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 678 Burning Down the Demon's Lair (Part Two) (Combined Chapter)

During the second attack on Jiamusi City that day, Hu Biao and his men obtained a total of seven tanks of various models from a Japanese repair shop.

However, of these seven tanks, only two have been repaired.

However, it wasn't a big problem. Under Uncle Bo's leadership, the male members managed to repair three more tanks by salvaging usable parts from other tanks.

This allowed Hu Biao and his group to have two Type 97 medium tanks and three Type 95 light tanks, a total of five vehicles, to participate in the battle tonight in attacking Unit 731.

That's why the scene tonight where the foreman, Van Gogh, and others are fighting in tanks only occupies a small part of the overall battlefield.

The main focus tonight was on the time travelers, including Hu Biao, each leading a small squad and fighting as infantry...

As Awei fired a series of practiced bursts of fire from an M1 carbine, two Japanese guards hiding behind a large gate and firing their Type 38 rifles were hit.

They staggered a few steps out from behind the door, then collapsed and died instantly.

Thus, before this newcomer who had just transmigrated and was currently the only one of his kind,

At the entrance of a small red brick house with at least dozens of rooms, more than a dozen Japanese guards, who had been killed one after another, had fallen.

Now that no Japanese soldiers have shown themselves, it seems that the defenses there have been largely eliminated.

Even so, Awei still dared not be careless in the slightest.

He raised his right hand and made a tactical gesture of 'cover me' to a squad of 15 KL warriors following behind him.

Crouching low, holding an M1 carbine, he led the charge towards the rather large bungalow.

During the charge, Awei's tactical maneuvers were quite impressive, and he even prepared to use the indoor CQB tactics he had learned from the veterans after entering the bungalow.

The above scenario could only mean that even a novice who was traveling through time for the first time would encounter such a situation.

Having survived to this point, Ah Wei, this rookie, has basically grown up after experiencing battle after battle.

This kind of growth refers not only to a complete mental shift and adaptation to the harsh environment of survival and the battlefield.

It also refers to the significant improvement in combat skills and awareness.

Sure enough! After leading the way through the gate, they wandered around a rather large bungalow with black curtains drawn on all the windows.

To their surprise, they found that every room inside was a very ordinary office.

And there wasn't a single person in sight. It seemed like this huge place was just a simple office area, with only the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who had resisted at the entrance earlier.

Seeing this, a KL soldier held a Molotov cocktail in each hand and gestured to his comrades to light it, clearly preparing to start a fire.

Just as another soldier took out a match to light it.

Ah Wei shouted, "Wait a minute! I feel something's strange here. It seems like this is all a disguise, deliberately put on display for others to see."

Everyone split up to examine the marks on the walls and floor, looking for any underground passages or similar features.

I have to say! Ah Wei's battlefield intuition as a newbie was absolutely right.

Soon after, a voice filled with surprise rang out: "Commander Wei, come here quickly, there's a downward passage here."

Upon hearing this, Ah Wei immediately called to his brothers and they hurried toward the direction from which the sound came.

Sure enough, after a movable wall was pushed open, there was a long downward passage; at the end was a corner, and it was impossible to see what was hidden below.

But thinking about it, it's obvious that the place where the Japanese soldiers hid so well must be something very special.

Without any hesitation, Awei made a few more simple tactical hand gestures.

Under the guidance of these hand gestures, Awei and the two KL soldiers behind him simultaneously took out a wooden-handled grenade, pulled the fuse, held it in their hands for a second or two, and then threw it down together.

When throwing, Awei and the other two did not use much force.

So the smoking wooden handle wasn't thrown all the way to the end; it fell to the ground with a 'thud'.

However, this is the result they were looking for, because if they used too much force, the grenade would bounce back a bit when it hit the bottom wall; and with the corner blocking the way, it wouldn't be able to cause enough damage.

On the contrary, the current method of throwing causes the smoking grenade to continue rolling down the slope immediately after landing.

When they rolled to the bottom, they all exploded violently.

Amid the explosions, there were also faint screams of pain and terror; just as Awei had predicted, there were many Japanese soldiers lying in ambush, ready to snipe them.

Before the shockwave from the explosion had even subsided, Awei led eight of his brothers down the passage.

The remaining seven brothers continued to guard the area above.

This is to avoid the possibility that they might not have discovered other secret passages in this rather large bungalow, which could cause trouble if the Japanese were to use these passages to outflank them.

Running at full speed, Awei quickly reached the corner below.

Amidst the still-lingering smoke and dust from the explosion, Awei only managed a quick glance forward before a surge of immense anger and terror welled up within him.

He was furious! He saw the location before him, which contained an astonishingly large basement.

In the basement, at least several dozen Japanese soldiers dressed in white coats or even protective suits were gathered.

In the middle were several dissection tables, and on each table lay a corpse with a face frozen in pain and despair.

Some of them had been dead for a while, while others were clearly killed by the Japanese researchers who hastily slit their throats after Hu Biao and his men launched their attack.

On one side was a row of wooden shelves, on which were many glass jars of different sizes.

The formalin in the jar contained an astonishing number of human organs; in addition, there were placentas of different months of gestation, and even fully formed infants.

As a Chinese descendant, whenever I think of these corpses and corrupt officials, I realize that the vast majority of them were innocent compatriots.

They were merely trying to survive in this chaotic world, yet they suffered this undeserved calamity, which fueled Awei's extreme anger.

He was terrified! At that moment, he saw three Japanese soldiers in protective suits rushing towards him from about ten meters ahead.

Two of them, one carrying a samurai sword and the other a police baton, posed virtually no threat.

The key point is that there is another person holding a Japanese Type 93 flamethrower.

And his finger was already on the trigger, ready to unleash flames at any moment.

Damn it! The temperature of this thing's flames is at least 1500 degrees Celsius. If Ah Wei were to get hit by it, he would not only be dead, but he would also die in an extremely painful way.

As he yelled "Retreat!", Awei led his men in a frantic retreat.

He fired continuously with his M1 carbine, hitting the Japanese soldier holding the flamethrower in the chest and abdomen several times, causing him to stagger and collapse to the ground.

As Awei was about to retreat around the corner, he saw two other Japanese soldiers who threw away their samurai swords and batons.

One man caught the Japanese soldier who was about to fall after being shot, while the other rushed towards the flamethrower, sticking a finger toward the trigger.

This is a reckless, all-out effort to burn them alive.

Therefore, after retreating back into the downward passage, Awei saw a ball of flame appear two or three meters in front of him.

Even from this distance, Ah Wei could still feel the burning pain on his exposed face and hands under the high temperature, as well as the strong stench of burnt body hair and scald.

It's safe to say that if he had been even a second slower in his retreating motion, he would probably be roasted alive by now.

The lingering fear, coupled with the hellish scenes he had just witnessed, caused Awei's eyes to turn bloodshot.

This man, who was seen as honest and even somewhat of a nice guy by his friends and colleagues in the modern world, had never been so angry or hated humanity so much in his entire life.

No! Those Japanese soldiers who could do something like that don't deserve to be called human.

Just then, a burst of moderate gunfire came from behind. It seemed that the underground space contained something extremely important, and despite the circumstances, the Japanese still had reinforcements coming to their rescue.

On a sudden impulse, he roared at his other brothers:
"You all go up and hold off those Japanese reinforcements. Leave this to me. I want these Japanese to die in the most painful way."

Although the KL soldiers couldn't believe that under the current circumstances, Commander Awei could single-handedly take down so many Japanese soldiers in the basement and make them die in the most painful way.

However, based on his instinct to obey the transmigrators during this period, he still took up his weapon and rushed up the passage, engaging in a firefight with the Japanese reinforcements.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, the flamethrower, which could only be maintained for 12 seconds after being fired, was now completely extinguished.

With a thought, Ah Wei used his mental power to divide about one-fifth of the gasoline-like substance in the dimensional space of the vegetable basket he was carrying on his back into the downward passage.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's only one-fifth of the total, which might seem like a small amount of gasoline.

However, Jiamusi City, as an important rear base for the Japanese in their defense against the Russians, had an oil depot that was by no means small.

There are as many as five or six thousand tons of gasoline alone.

In addition, diesel and aviation kerosene are also measured in thousands of tons.

Of all the fuels mentioned above, they took almost all of the gasoline, and about half of each of the diesel and aviation fuels.

In this way, the oil was roughly distributed evenly.

Ah Wei has now released one-fifth of the gasoline, amounting to a staggering forty or fifty tons.

When he suddenly released the gasoline, a huge wave appeared out of nowhere at the corner, rushing towards the Japanese soldiers and knocking over many of them.

After the waves subsided in a very short time, the gasoline had spread to almost every corner of the basement.

It almost submerged the Japanese researchers to a depth of about ankle height.

At first, the Japanese soldiers were completely bewildered by the sudden appearance of such a large amount of liquid; they wondered how so much water could have appeared so miraculously.

But when he smelled the pungent odor of gasoline in his nostrils, he realized what was happening and couldn't care less about that anymore.

They screamed in terror and rushed toward the passage where Ah Wei was; but by then, it was all too late.

At that moment, Ah Wei had already taken out a kerosene lighter and lit it.

As he sprinted upwards through the passage, he threw the lighter at the gasoline flowing towards the end of the passage.

The moment the flame from the lighter touched the gasoline, a fire broke out and spread rapidly, turning the entire basement into an inferno in the blink of an eye.

Of the dozens of Japanese soldiers in the basement, only a small number were knocked over by the waves and instantly turned into flames.

Most of the remaining Japanese soldiers only had their lower bodies burning.

Of course, there was the agony of the terrifying heat, the suffocating feeling of the air being rapidly burned away; and the fear that if they were even a little late, their entire bodies would be set ablaze.

These Japanese soldiers rushed towards the passage where Awei was, disregarding everything else.

Just as the Japanese researcher who had rushed to the front reached the bottom of the tunnel and escaped the terrifying inferno, the situation changed.

There wasn't even time for him to roll on the spot and extinguish the flames on his body, which had even caught fire with his coat.

Then he saw a man with no eyebrows swinging the butt of a weapon whose model he couldn't identify, and smashing it hard at him.

Before he could even utter a single "no," the butt of the gun smashed into his face.

Not only did it smash his nose, but it also choked back his pleas for mercy, knocking him back into the flames.

Then, the Japanese soldier who was rolling in the flames was unable to get up from the ground.

The one who swung the gun butt was naturally Ah Wei, the novice transmigrator.

The only threat the Japanese soldiers posed to him in the basement was that flamethrower; and after the Japanese soldiers used up all 12 seconds of its power, it was gone.

In fact, the Japanese researchers in the basement no longer posed a threat to him.

Even with his M1 carbine and the grenades hanging on his body, Ah Wei could easily wipe out all these Japanese soldiers; but wouldn't such a quick death be too easy for these devils?

This was also his main purpose in choosing to release forty or fifty tons of gasoline and then ignite it.

He wanted to burn these Japanese soldiers alive, to let them struggle and die in the flames.

For the same reasons mentioned above, Awei could have easily shot and killed the burning man who rushed out, but instead chose to block the edge of the fire.

They used either the butt of a gun or a sudden kick to send the exhausted Japanese soldiers, who had been burned by the flames, flying back with ease.

As the Japanese soldiers struggled in the flames, they uttered cries of pain, pleas for mercy, and curses.

The words fell into Awei's ears one by one, and the newcomer felt extremely happy.

It wasn't that he was cruel, but after seeing the utter ugliness and hellish scene in the basement, he knew that whatever he did to these Japanese researchers would be just.

A minute later, when he could no longer bear the sweltering heat in front of him.

The Japanese soldiers on the ground were completely still, lying there with their bodies charred black, indicating that they were all dead.

Ah Wei, wielding an M1 carbine, helped the KL soldiers eliminate the last Japanese reinforcement.

The group escaped as quickly as possible from the bungalow, where the fire was growing ever stronger and was destined to reduce everything, including all the ugliness within, to ashes...

******
Hundreds of meters away from Awei, Dali held a one-handed iron hammer that he had picked up during the last crossing and found to be very useful for smashing things or even hitting Japanese soldiers' heads.

After swinging it down forcefully, a loud clang rang out.

A large lock hanging on a door was immediately smashed open.

After forcefully opening the door with a bang, he saw four men, clearly from Northeast China, ranging in age from their teens to their fifties, hiding in the corner of the room.

He asked, "Men! Do you want to kill the Japanese devils? Do you dare to kill the Japanese devils?"

Dali's previous actions were the same as Awei's: he continuously released gasoline to burn the Japanese buildings, along with all the ugly things inside, to the ground.

However, once they've stormed into this building, it's clear that they can no longer do that.

Because this place is full of cells, one after another, where the prisoners are all villagers whom the Japanese were preparing to use as test subjects, or a small number of Russians.

Faced with Dali's questioning, the four people inside remained silent.

Just as Dali was about to say something more, one of the men, a man in his thirties, suddenly knelt down and asked with longing in his eyes:
"Heroes, have you seen my wife?"
Her name is Zhou Ya, and she is over nine months pregnant.

Such a simple question, yet Dali didn't know how to answer it. Should he tell him that although he hadn't heard of it, based on some scenes he had witnessed before?

It's almost certain that his wife, Zhou Ya, is dead, and even their child was preserved in formaldehyde.

After opening his mouth a few times, Dali, feeling agitated, prematurely released himself. Now, he had a bunch of rifles slung over his left shoulder, and threw four of them on the ground.

He cursed, "I've never seen it before, you guys go find it yourselves."

After saying that, he picked up the hammer and rushed towards the door next door, smashing open a padlock on the door as if venting his anger.

Having perhaps already heard Dali's roar, one of the four men inside shouted without even asking:

"Good sir! I dare to kill Japanese devils. I've been dreaming of killing these damned Japanese devils. I'm willing to risk my life for it."

With a shout of "Good!", Dali swung four more rifles and yelled, "Follow us and kill all the Japanese devils here, leave no one alive!"

When he shouted those words, Dali's tone was so firm, just like the determination in his heart at that moment...

(End of this chapter)