The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 10 Someone is coming
...There is now a great controversy about the statement that 95 Whampoa students died in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, but only survived after the war, and the casualty rate reached %.

Both sides are presenting various data, and each side claims to be right. I don’t know whether they are true or not.

However, I have seen too many people in the National Army who are taking bribes and corrupting money, sitting on the sidelines and watching the fights between tigers to preserve their strength and do other things. I have also seen too many Whampoa students who died bravely in battle.

Some of them come from very well-off families and have very bright and beautiful futures.

But they gave up everything and threw themselves into this damn war, dying either heroically or miserably.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these people that a civilization like ours has been able to continue to be passed down for thousands of years; while other ancient civilizations have long since become broken bricks and tiles in museums...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

The uncomfortable feeling in the heart of the greasy middle-aged man Gao Yi did not last too long.

Because there was an old well in the yard of the refugee camp, and after marching for so many days in the hot August, he already felt that his whole body was smelly.

As a man, it would be fine if he just smelled a little bit bad, but the key point was that he didn't know who got all the fleas from, and they bit him so much that he felt uncomfortable all over.

He immediately drew a bucket of well water and started washing.

When the cold well water poured down from above his head, his tired body and spirit were instantly invigorated.

What’s even more wonderful is that the commanders in the command center also know that the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers.

As soon as they finished taking a shower, several cooks from the shelter brought in several wooden barrels, which contained freshly steamed brown rice, randomly stir-fried vegetables, and a soup as bland as the water used to wash a pot.

But even so, it is still full of temptation for everyone who had finished their dry food last night and had been hungry all day.

The only shortcoming is that the food portions are not large, especially the most important brown rice.

For the remaining people in the third supplementary company, there was not much left after each person had a bowl, and they were not full at all; but the leading cook said that this was all the food available tonight, and there would be no more.

It was for this reason that the food was put down, and everyone took out their bowls and chopsticks from their bags and swarmed around.

The same was true for Gao Yi. At this moment, he felt as agile as an eighteen-year-old boy.

The quickest hand gets the reward, the slowest hand gets the reward. At this time, even polite words won’t be enough to warm up your shit.

It was only when Gao Yi squeezed to the front of the rice bucket and finally grabbed a wooden spoon that he was about to fill the rice bowl with rice like everyone else.

Every time I filled a spoonful of brown rice, I pressed my wrist hard, and I even wanted to step on it.

However, he was surprised to find that Hu Biao and Wang Peng, who were filling their bowls with rice, only filled half a bowl at most and then stopped.

Upon seeing this, Gao Yi immediately felt that something was wrong:
"Something's wrong! These two guys are like the kind who would stop a manure cart passing by their house to try its saltiness. How can they understand humility?"

Fortunately, Gao Yi figured out the key in a very short time.

After eating half a bowl of rice, he picked up a handful of vegetables and ate them as quickly as possible.

Then he rushed to the rice bucket again and saw Hu Biao and Wang Peng continuing to get rice. There was not much rice left at the bottom of the bucket, just enough for the three of them to fill a large bowl.

Then, just like starving ghosts, Zhang Wei and Zhou Kun shoveled brown rice into their mouths.

Seeing Gao Yi and the other three, they actually ate half a bowl of rice more than them in this way, their mentality suddenly collapsed, and they opened their mouths and said:
"Gai, it's okay."

Amidst such scolding, Gao Yi felt that the brown rice in his hand was becoming more and more delicious, and he immediately took a big mouthful with great relish.

Then, he covered his cheek with a look of pain, spat out a mouthful of rice with pebbles on it, and cursed fiercely:
"These bastards in the kitchen, will they die if they are a little more careful when washing rice?

Damn! I almost knocked out my old teeth. "

Upon hearing this, everyone around burst into laughter. Gao Yi, who looked indignant, couldn't help but laugh along. The laughter echoed far away, diluting the gloomy mood that was as real as a substance in the refugee camp...

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That night, Gao Yi and others slept on the straw-covered ground.

Not only did the straw have a strong musty smell, but the key point was that before going to bed, they took the opportunity to go to the toilet and secretly took a look at the defense situation of the refugee camp.

I found that the guards were even tighter at night and there was no chance of escape.

"Forget it! I'll wait until new troops arrive and then find a chance to escape. Maybe by then I'll be at the edge of the concession and can just throw my gun away and run in."

Before going to bed, Gao Yi comforted himself in this way again.

Then I easily convinced myself, closed my eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

I plan to lie down in the shelter for a few days to let my extremely tired body recover before considering other issues.

But Gao Yi never expected that these remnants would be added to the new army so quickly.

Then, these rookies who knew nothing were rushed into the battlefield without any warning...

The next morning, the remaining personnel of the 3rd Replacement Company were lazily basking in the sun in the shelter after drinking a bowl of porridge with pickles.

Yes! Just sunbathing.

Amid the occasional faint sounds of air raid sirens and gunfire, the two or three hundred people in the shelter sat or lay in the yard or under the eaves like a group of idlers.

It seems that it wants to use the scorching sun to eliminate the moldy and rotten smell on its body.

The war, which was not too far away, had nothing to do with them at all.

Just at this moment, a lieutenant officer walked in from the gate with several people.

This lieutenant officer was surprisingly young. Even with his fair and handsome face and serious look, he looked only about twenty years old.

The military uniform on his body was straight and clean, ironed to the point where there was not a single wrinkle, and the pair of boots on his legs were so tight that you could see a person's reflection in them.

On his waist was not the classic Mauser pistol worn by the dead company commander Hu Biao and his men in the anti-Japanese drama, but a beautiful and exquisite M1900 Browning pistol.

During the Republic of China period, there was a saying about the ranking of the excellence of pistols: "One gun, two horses, three flower mouths, four snakes, five dogs open their mouths and kick." This thing belongs to the best "one gun."

He was wearing an M35 helmet, which was only issued to elite troops such as the German-equipped divisions, but he did not wear it on his head. Instead, he held it in his left hand and placed it on his waist.

This revealed a neat slicked-back head that must have been created with a lot of Stancorn hair oil.

When walking, his back is straight and every step he takes seems to be measured and accurate.

Behind him were seven people, including a lieutenant, two second lieutenants, and four non-commissioned officers.

The lieutenant looked rather ordinary and was easily overlooked.

But the other two second lieutenants were also quite young and capable.

The four non-commissioned officers were strong and sturdy, each holding a brand new MP28 submachine gun in their hands. They looked like elite soldiers at first glance.

In short, when the lieutenant walked into the internment camp, there seemed to be a beam of light on him.

When everyone sees this, they can't help but think of many beautiful words such as "capable", "sunny", "extraordinary background", and "bright future".

Then the problem arose: this lieutenant, who had a bright future, was incompatible with these defeated soldiers.

What are you doing here in this camp for defeated soldiers filled with a dejected atmosphere, bringing a group of equally extraordinary men with you?
(End of this chapter)