PFC Chapter 1192 Charge With Me! The Station Chief Breaks Through
Chapter 1192 Charge With Me! The Station Chief Breaks Through
The Japanese were using themselves as bait, waiting for the Kuomintang agents to walk right into their trap. Now that Zhao Guangyuan and his men had broken in, not only could they not save him, but they would also bury the entire action team in this alley.
He opened his mouth, wanting to shout at Zhao Guangyuan to retreat, but the gunfire was deafening, and his roar was swallowed up as soon as it reached his throat.
He could only watch helplessly as his brothers in the action team charged forward, stepping over the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and entered the encirclement of fire that the Japanese had already laid out. Every step felt like a blow to his heart.
Behind Zhao Guangyuan, a tall figure stood out conspicuously.
Lan Zichun was wearing a faded black cotton coat with the collar casually open, revealing a dark sweater underneath. A faint scar ran diagonally from his forehead to his left cheek, ending in his jawline, like a lurking snake. Far from diminishing his heroic spirit, it added a touch of fierceness to his hawk-like eyes.
As the core of the Beiping Station action team, he was known as the team's "daredevil". He assassinated traitors, blew up Japanese strongholds, and escaped unscathed from the brink of death many times. He was also Zhao Guangyuan's most trusted right-hand man.
At this moment, Lan Zichun was already bloodthirsty, holding a Thompson submachine gun in each hand, his arms taut. The recoil from firing both guns at the same time made his shoulders go numb slightly, but he remained as steady as a mountain.
Bullets rained down like a storm, sweeping across the Japanese machine gun positions. The high rate of fire and powerful force of the Thompson submachine gun were on full display. The Japanese soldiers' khaki uniforms were like paper; once hit, blood splattered, and they were either killed or wounded.
Just as a Japanese machine gunner was about to turn his gun towards the charging Lan Zichun, before he could pull the trigger, a hail of bullets pierced his chest. Blood gushed from the bullet hole in the muzzle. He groaned, swayed, and fell heavily beside the machine gun. Warm blood spread along the patterns on the bluestone slab, quickly forming a dark red puddle.
"Brothers, charge with me! Protect the station chief and break through!" Lan Zichun's roar pierced through the dense gunfire, carrying a do-or-die determination. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, imbued with a spirit of facing death without fear.
Nearly thirty members of the Kuomintang's Beiping station's action team followed closely behind, their rapid fire from Thompson submachine guns, bursts from Mauser pistols, and precise sniper shots from rifles intertwining as they charged toward the Japanese encirclement.
Today's battle is a fight with a slim chance of survival, but as long as we can protect Station Chief Chen Gongshu, we will not back down even if it costs us our lives.
The Japanese army was stunned by this sudden and fierce attack, and their originally tight firepower began to weaken.
Lan Zichun seized this fleeting opportunity and led his brothers to tear open a gap. Bullets whizzed past him, hitting the bluestone slabs and sending sparks flying, while they left a dense array of bullet holes in the courtyard wall, with debris falling down in a flurry.
"Station commander, charge!" Zhao Guangyuan shouted towards the ambulance, while pulling a grenade from his waist, pulling the fuse hard, and throwing it fiercely at the approaching Japanese troops as the fuse burned.
With a deafening roar, flames shot into the sky, and debris, flesh and blood scattered everywhere with the shockwave. Several Japanese soldiers were blasted away, writhing on the ground before falling still. The remaining Japanese soldiers were forced to retreat, hesitant to charge forward again.
"Drive!" Chen Gongshu shouted, and Sun Weiguo immediately turned the key, and the ambulance rushed towards the gap like an arrow.
Seeing this, the Japanese troops quickly regrouped, and the Type 96 machine guns spewed fire again, bullets flying like a dense swarm of bees towards the ambulance and the troop members.
"Zhou Ming, cover the brothers!" Chen Gongshu leaned out of the car window, firing his pistol precisely to suppress the Japanese firepower.
Zhou Ming immediately aimed at the Japanese machine gunner and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the man right between the eyebrows, and the Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground, temporarily relieving the pressure of the fire.
The ambulance sped through the alley, its wheels screeching as they rolled over gravel, corpses, and bloodstains, the vehicle nearly falling apart.
Just as the ambulance was about to break through the encirclement, a Japanese armored vehicle suddenly rushed out from the side street. The heavy tracks rolled over the bluestone slabs with a loud "rumbling" sound. A large number of Japanese soldiers followed closely behind, rushing over with rifles in hand. This was the second encirclement deployed by the Japanese army on the outer perimeter, which had been waiting for a long time.
The armored vehicle, with tremendous force, slammed into the side of the ambulance.
Sun Weiguo's pupils contracted sharply, and he jerked the steering wheel all the way to the left. The ambulance swerved to the left, barely avoiding a collision, but due to the enormous inertia, it crashed hard into the earthen wall next to it.
With a loud crash, a large hole was smashed in the courtyard wall, and soil fell down in a flurry. The right door of the ambulance was severely deformed and could not be opened at all.
In that fleeting pause, a Japanese soldier hiding behind the ruins of the courtyard wall seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger.
With a "bang," the bullet pierced through the deformed car door and struck Sun Weiguo's left leg precisely.
The bullet, carrying tremendous force, pierced through the cotton trousers, shattering the leg bone. Blood instantly stained the trouser leg, dripping down the leg and onto the carpet in the driver's seat, quickly forming a puddle.
Sun Weiguo groaned, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, his face turning deathly pale. The excruciating pain in his left leg felt like countless steel needles piercing his bones, yet he still gripped the steering wheel tightly, his teeth grinding together, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. With all his might, he pressed down on the accelerator, managing to drive the ambulance out of the Japanese encirclement.
"Sun Weiguo, how are you?" Chen Gongshu anxiously reached out to help him, but Sun Weiguo shook his head and pushed him away.
His body had begun to sway slightly, his vision was gradually blurring due to excessive blood loss, and cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the steering wheel, spreading out in a small patch. But he still held on, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his voice weak but firm.
"I'm fine... Quick... Stationmaster, you must retreat! We can't let the Japanese catch up..."
He had only one thought in his mind: he had to get Station Chief Chen safely to the rendezvous point. This was his mission, and he had to complete it even if it cost him his life.
Behind them, Lan Zichun and his team were already entangled by the Japanese army and had no way to escape.
The Japanese troops readjusted their formation, splitting into two teams. One team continued to besiege the ambulance by vehicle, while the other team formed a circle, trapping Lan Zichun and others in the center of the alley, alternating between light and heavy fire to compress their space for movement.
A young member of the action team was hit in the chest by a Japanese bullet and staggered to the ground. He struggled to get up, and just as his hand touched the pistol beside him, another volley of bullets came and pierced his abdomen.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually lost focus, but his hands still gripped the gun handle tightly.