Bright Sword: The Flowers of War

Chapter 11 Empty the Magazine
After saying that, Li Gaoyuan waved his hand and said, "Brother Su, since that's the case, let's go to the church to take shelter for a while."

Su Yaoyang shook his head and said, "Commander Li, to be honest, I have a family member in the inn whose fate is unknown. I need to go and pick her up first, and then go to the church to meet you."

"Kid...are you messing with us?" Seeing Su Yaoyang's appearance, Xu Dapeng couldn't hold back any longer and pointed the gun at him angrily, saying, "You're the one who said you were going to the church to hide, and you're the one who's making excuses not to go!"
"Tell me... are you planning to betray us and tip off the Japanese?"

"Crash..."

As Xu Dapeng finished speaking, the sound of gun bolts being pulled back rose and fell, and more than a dozen dark gun muzzles were pointed at Su Yaoyang.

"Pooh!"

Su Yaoyang didn't tolerate them. He glared at them and spat on the ground, cursing, "Do you bunch of defeated soldiers need me to betray you?"

Don't forget, if I hadn't saved you guys just now, you'd all be dead by those Japanese devils by now. Why bother with all that trouble?

"Uh..." Xu Dapeng was speechless upon hearing this, only then realizing that his group's lives had just been saved by this person. If they really wanted to harm him, why would they bother with all this?

Thinking of this, he awkwardly touched his head, raised his head as if to say something, but saw Li Gaoyuan looking at him with the same look he had given an idiot. A wave of shame and indignation washed over him, and he could only lower his head again and remain silent.

"Alright, you bunch of idiots, you can't even tell the difference between good and bad people."

Li Gaoyuan sighed helplessly and said to Su Yaoyang, "Brother Su, you saved our lives, how can we not trust you?"

Okay, we'll head out first. Go to the inn to pick up your family, then come right over. We'll meet at the church.

"Alright... see you at the church!"

Su Yaoyang nodded. Just as the group was about to say goodbye, he thought for a moment and then took off the PTRD-41 anti-tank rifle from his back and handed it over along with a large bag of bullets.

"Commander Li, this is a Degtyarev anti-tank rifle made in Russia, 14.5 mm caliber. It can deal with the Japanese armored vehicles. Take it with you, and you won't be helpless when you encounter Japanese tanks."

Li Gaoyuan was greatly surprised when Su Yaoyang handed him the PTRD-41 anti-tank rifle, and Xu Dapeng and the other soldiers of the training team stared at him in disbelief.

It should be noted that the Chinese army at that time was almost entirely a light weapons force, and had almost no good means of counterattacking against Japanese tanks. The only weapon that could pose a threat to Japanese tanks was the Pak35/36 37mm anti-tank gun purchased from Germany before the war.

Even so, the number of these anti-tank guns is extremely small, with only a few hundred in total nationwide.

At that time, the elite infantry divisions of the National Revolutionary Army only had one directly subordinate anti-tank artillery company, equipped with 4 to 6 anti-tank guns.

A Class A division with more than 10,000 men only had five or six anti-tank guns, which shows how desperate and helpless the National Revolutionary Army was when facing Japanese tanks.

Seeing the anti-tank rifle, which was taller than a person, handed over by Su Yaoyang, Xu Dapeng and many soldiers from the training brigade around him turned red with envy. If they had had such a big weapon earlier, they don't know how many brothers' lives they could have saved.

"you……"

Li Gaoyuan took a deep breath, looked at Su Yaoyang, then at the rifle in his hand, and suddenly smiled.

"Alright... Since you say you have a cooperative relationship with foreigners, then we won't stand on ceremony... Dapeng... take the gun."

"Alright!" Seeing Xu Dapeng clutch the gun tightly to his chest with almost lightning speed, unwilling to let go, a pang of sadness flashed in Su Yaoyang's eyes. After handing him the pack of 14.5mm bullets, he waved goodbye to Li Gaoyuan and his group and headed towards Laifu Inn.

After parting ways with Li Gaoyuan and the other soldiers of the training corps, Su Yaoyang, eager to return home, immediately quickened his pace. However, because he was not familiar with the terrain of Nanjing and the Japanese army had already entered the city, he almost bumped into the Japanese army several times.

Fortunately, his mental strength surged, greatly enhancing his perception within a hundred meters. After dodging several groups of Japanese soldiers, he finally arrived at Laifu Inn before dark, eager to return home.

Just as he reached the street around the corner from Laifu Inn, he saw a plume of smoke rising above the inn, accompanied by sporadic gunshots.

"not good!"

His heart sank, and he ran towards the inn as fast as he could.

As soon as he turned the corner, Su Yaoyang saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounding the inn. One of the soldiers, who looked like a sergeant, was pointing at the inn's door and shouting something.

Soon, two Japanese soldiers took out two Type 91 grenades from their bags, pulled out the pins, slammed them on their helmets, threw the grenades under the gate, and hid to the side.

"Boom..."

The sturdy doors of Laifu Inn were blown open with two loud bangs. The door frame hung askew, and broken wood and rubble were scattered all over the ground, raising dust everywhere.

Thick smoke and the acrid smell of burning filled the air, making it suffocating. Through the smoke, one could vaguely see the Japanese beasts around them cheering excitedly as they rose from their hiding places and swarmed towards the inn's entrance.

They had just seen two very beautiful young women in this inn; they were in luck today.

Just as the Japanese soldiers rushed toward the inn, two M24 stick grenades suddenly fell at their feet.

Upon seeing this, the sergeant behind him was so frightened that his voice changed, and he screamed shrilly, "Beware of grenade launchers!"

But his warning came too late. Two grenades, hissing and smoking, lay at their feet like angry beasts, followed by a huge explosion.

Two M24 grenades exploded with a deafening roar that echoed through the air.

What followed was a burst of pungent and thick gunpowder smoke that quickly enveloped everything that was previously clearly visible.

Shrapnel rained down, scattering in all directions, cutting through the air and life, tearing everything around them to shreds.

The smoke gradually dissipated, but the ground was already a mess. Most of the Japanese soldiers lay dead in pools of blood, their uniforms stained with blood.

Before the Japanese soldiers could recover from the explosion, a figure jumped out from behind and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da……"

The Thompson submachine gun, equipped with a 100-round magazine, displayed terrifying power at a distance of less than 50 meters.

In just seven seconds, a hundred bullets were emptied, and seven or eight Japanese soldiers, still reeling from the explosion, were instantly engulfed in a hail of bullets...

(End of this chapter)