The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 135 Hu Da's Abilities
...The veterans are actually not afraid of death. What they fear more is being injured and dying in agony and suffering.

The fundamental reason is that in this war to defend our country, no matter which faction we belong to, we are in dire shortage of medicines.

It’s not that we don’t want to treat these injured brothers, but that there is no way to treat them.

So after each time I crossed over, I knew that I could make amazing profits by selling the various medicines I brought with me, and exchange them for more combat supplies.

A considerable portion will still be left for the injured brothers.

Because I really couldn't bear it, those brothers struggling in pain, begging me to shoot them, to give them a quick death...

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

With the sound of a gunshot, a Japanese second lieutenant who had secretly poked his head out from the ruins at a distance of more than 450 meters had a bullet hole on his forehead.

A second later, he slowly fell down with an expression of disbelief on his face.

This was probably the last regret of this little devil before his death, and he was also confused about this:
His current position was far away from the warehouse guarded by the National Army, which exceeded the maximum effective range of the various rifles in their hands, such as the original Mauser rifles, the Zhongzheng rifle, the Hanyang rifle, etc.

But how come he was still hit, and in the fatal head?

The person who killed the Japanese second lieutenant and made him confused about the situation before his death was naturally Uncle Bo who had a four-fold scope on his rifle.

In the previous battle, in order to lure the Japanese into the warehouse, you can use soybeans and flour to trick them.

Uncle Bo could clearly use the rifle in his hand to suppress at least one or two light and heavy machine guns outside, but he had to fire randomly. However, the enemy's bullets flew "whoosh" over his head, and he had already been holding back a resentment in his heart.

When the Japanese finally rushed into the warehouse and he could finally attack with all his strength, he leaned over and fired a quick shot, knocking the main shooter of a Type 92 heavy machine gun to the ground.

After that, perhaps because he was too depressed, or for some other reasons, Uncle Bo actually performed beyond his normal level.

The right hand pulling the bolt was as fast as a cramp; the efficiency of aiming at the target was also very high every time. Just by slightly pausing the sight in front of the eyes, the target was successfully locked.

Then he pulled the trigger and a Japanese soldier outside was knocked down.

This situation lasted until he loaded another bullet and couldn't find any target in the scope. Then he realized something:
There's no need to fight anymore, this battle is over.

That's right! The battle is over.

Not counting the process of luring the enemy, in less than half a minute, most of the Japanese soldiers who rushed in were killed, and none of them escaped.

Then the large force ambushing in the warehouse rushed to the windows and the edge of the rooftop balcony and opened fire at the remaining Japanese soldiers outside.

The dense firepower from hundreds of guns quickly wiped out several Japanese machine gun teams and grenade launcher squads outside.

The Japanese soldiers who came to support from farther away, seeing that the situation was not good, dared not come over and turned around and fled away from this place that was like a hedgehog of firepower.

Even so, during the retreat, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were killed by people with good marksmanship such as Uncle Bo.

The battle was considered over only when the people in the Sihang Warehouse opened fire with various weapons in their hands and the range was no longer able to reach the devils.

Captain Xie's shout of "Clean up the battlefield and count the casualties" made everyone come back to their senses and realize that their side had just fought a thrilling first battle.

For a moment, all the soldiers of the 524th Regiment were excited by such a great victory, and their eyes looking at Hu Biao and others became quite friendly.

In fact, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even officers like Lei Xiong looked at Hu Biao and others with some admiration.

Even Regiment Commander Xie came over and patted Hu Biao and the others on the shoulders affectionately, saying, "Well done! Work hard in our 524th Regiment in the future, and we will certainly not let you down."

Even when passing by Uncle Bo, he stopped and looked at him carefully twice, praising him: "Good shooting skills, good shooting."

Wow! This is a statement that shows that Hu Biao and other new members are very optimistic and must be promoted and reused in the future.

Under such circumstances, Hu Biao and others looked at each other with smiles in their hearts.

Being praised by Captain Xie was a small matter. Hu Biao didn't even know when he became a lieutenant colonel. Then Hei Xing, Uncle Bo and Huang A'di should be able to become majors at least.

There is not much difference in status between the two sides.

The key point is that they knew that they had achieved quite good results by utilizing only a very small part of their various arrangements and had a good start.

If they come a few more times, I think if they come up with some suggestions, there will be a lot of support.

Even Captain Xie had to think about it seriously instead of pretending not to hear it.

Being a soldier and fighting a war is as simple as that. Rank and position are not absolute. As long as you can make your side win, you are capable and what you say will be taken seriously.

If we can help them win while minimizing our losses, our voice will be heard louder and louder.

Uncle Bo, who had been singled out for praise for his "excellent marksmanship," felt a mix of emotions. It was simply because he couldn't help but think of the modern plane. In the past month, he had fired an astonishing amount of bullets with his rifle.

It’s okay in other places, but the money spent on buying bullets is almost maxing out my credit card.

So, tonight, when I follow Hu Biao to secretly cross the river and head to the Magic City Concession to find a way, I must remind him to get some valuable things and find a way to bring back the modern dimension.

Otherwise, he might even create history:
The first time traveler in history to go bankrupt because of fighting the Japanese...

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When Uncle Bo was calculating how to make money in his mind, such a realistic situation, Lei Xiong's voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"Reporting to the regimental commander, the battle results have been counted.

A total of 73 Japanese soldiers were killed, the highest-ranking of whom was a second lieutenant; 52 Type rifles, a batch of bullets and grenades were seized.

Those light and heavy machine guns, the Japanese second lieutenant's pistol and command knife were outside the warehouse, and I didn't let my brothers risk going out to clean them up, considering that there might be an ambush by the Japanese sharpshooters.

In addition, during this battle, one of our brothers died, three were seriously injured, and four were slightly injured."

Yes, there were casualties in the battle just now. They were all casualties caused by people who stood at the window when luring the enemy and exchanged fire with the Japanese.

Many brothers were shot as soon as they showed their heads. It turned out that the Japanese were quite powerful in shooting these days.

However, there were only eight casualties in total, but 73 Japanese soldiers were killed, including a second lieutenant squad leader; such a casualty ratio can be regarded as a brilliant victory no matter where it is placed.

Inspired by such brilliant results, Captain Xie was not too sad.

He said lightly, "Medical soldiers, please treat the injured brothers and make sure they get better."

"Yes." A medical soldier stood at attention and accepted the order, but the next second, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face:
"Thank you, Captain. We don't have any sulfa right now. The three seriously injured brothers are seriously injured. If the wounds become infected, it will be troublesome."

Faced with this statement, the originally bright smiles on the faces of Captain Xie and others immediately dimmed a little.

The fundamental reason is that this agricultural country is not only quite backward in the steel industry, but is even more backward in the chemical industry. Most Western medicines basically need to be imported.

Before the war broke out, the national government urgently imported and stockpiled a batch of medicines.

However, this war in the Magic City has lasted too long, and too many brothers have been killed or injured. The stockpiled medicines have been basically exhausted.

Even though the 88th Division they belonged to was the direct force under the bald principal.

Nowadays, sulfa drugs are no longer available; as a result, many brothers who could have survived the injuries died from complications of various wound inflammations.

Just thinking about this made their hearts heavy.

However, the former Guangxi Army squad leader named Hu Delu brought them a huge surprise.

He began to speak: "Thank you, Captain, and all the officers, we have sulfa drugs! When we were evacuating yesterday, we found a medicine box on the road.

In addition to sulfa, there are several other drugs for treating gunshot wounds, and there are quite a few of them.

Black Star, Dead Fish, the two of you come with me and help treat the wounded brothers and apply some medicine."

The claim that you can pick up a medicine box on the road, which contains a lot of sulfonamides and that these drugs are worth more than gold, is actually quite outrageous if you think about it carefully.

But at this time, it doesn’t matter whether the reasons and explanations are absurd or not. What matters is that the medicine can be used and the injured brothers can survive.

In the following time, I watched Hu Biao and others first clean the wounds of the wounded with hydrogen peroxide, then sutured the wounds, and applied some white medicine to stop bleeding and reduce swelling.

The most important thing was that he took out a large bottle of sulfa and fed one pill to each of the three seriously injured soldiers.

That big bottle of sulfa drug looked like it contained at least a hundred pills.

The brothers of the 524th Regiment watched this scene silently. Although they didn't say anything, their favorable impression of Hu Biao and others soared in their hearts.

Especially the wounded who were treated were deeply moved.

If they were asked to give Hu Biao a nickname at this moment, it would definitely be: Hu Dabenshi, representing their good trust in these former Gui army brothers.

What they didn’t know was that Hu Biao and his team’s various operations had only just begun.

In the following time, as each battle progressed, Hu Biao and his team's suggestions and arrangements were proven to be effective one by one.

This kind of trust will eventually allow Hu Biao and his team to achieve their desired goals...

(End of this chapter)