The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 166 Photos and Messages

"Oh no! We're being followed. Could it be the Japs?"

After realizing that someone was following him, 'Old Ghost' couldn't help but feel a pang of fear in his heart.

"Old Ghost" is a member of our party who was assigned by his superiors to work in Shanghai after the Battle of Shanghai. He has many years of experience in underground work.

So after he came out of our party’s public office in the Shanghai Concession, he quickly discovered the follower behind him.

Because the two parties are currently in a period of cooperation, the Military Control Commission should not do such a thing, so the people following her can only be the Japanese.

On the surface, she remained calm, but in her heart she was thinking about how to get rid of the other party; fortunately, they were now on the street, so she didn't have to worry about the other party attacking her immediately.

However, the person behind him quickly passed him and whispered something in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"I have a large supply of penicillin. If you want it, come with me."

After hesitating for a moment, Lao Gui couldn't help but take the risk and follow, ready to act according to the circumstances.

This miracle drug is incredibly important to our wounded soldiers; however, it's simply not available on the black market in Magic City, even with money.

Therefore, this risk must be taken...

Ten minutes later, in a private room of a teahouse, Anne lowered her voice and said:
"This is a batch of medicines that Hu Biao, the former lieutenant colonel and regimental commander of the Gui army, entrusted me to give to you free of charge to support the fight against the Japanese invaders. Among them are about 50,000 injections of penicillin, as well as some analgin and sulfonamides.

Hu Biao is not dead, he just can't show up for some reasons.

As for the authenticity of the medicine, you should go back and find someone to test it."

Lao Gui instinctively believed most of the above statements; mainly because the other party was giving them as gifts, and there was no point in giving him a batch of fake goods.

Looking at a small box in front of him, there were white powders packed in small bottles and a number of pills.

Lao Gui couldn't help but think of the amazing effects and prices of penicillin on the market.

If a considerable amount of acetaminophen and sulfonamides were added, even though this box was not big, it represented an astonishing amount of wealth.

Immediately, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Then he looked at Anne, and there was no longer any doubt in his eyes, only unspeakable gratitude.

There was no other way! As a veteran underground worker in our Party, Lao Gui had long been accustomed to paying exorbitant prices and even risking his life when procuring various sensitive materials.

Therefore, as long as there is a merchant in Demon City who is willing to sell penicillin to our party at a normal price, then this person is completely a friend of our party.

If the number is large enough, then they can definitely become good friends.

Just like what is happening now, the free gift of such strategic materials representing astonishing wealth made Lao Gui at a loss for words to express his gratitude.

After some incoherent thanks, he said solemnly:

"Ms. Annie, please rest assured. Please also tell Mr. Hu Biao that these medicines will not be wasted at all and will all be used to support the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians.

No matter what difficulties he encounters in the future, we will do our best to help him as long as we can.

Also, if there is anything you need us to do, please feel free to ask."

Seeing Lao Gui's enthusiasm, Annie thought of something and said, "Our Hu Tuanzuo is a rough man and has no other hobbies except calligraphy, painting and photography.

I heard that the great man's handwriting is excellent, and it can be described as free and unrestrained, with free and unrestrained brushwork. In addition, his poetry is also vigorous and grand.

So if possible, please help our Hu Tuanzu write a poem or two; it would be even better if you can take a few photos and write a few words of greeting on the back. "

After hearing this, Lao Gui smiled and replied, "I need to ask for instructions to know the specific outcome of this matter.

But based on my understanding of the great man's mind, I think it should be pretty close, and it certainly won't disappoint Commander Hu."

Afterwards, the two of them left the teahouse one after another without any further greetings.

At this point, Annie had basically arranged the evacuation of Captain Xie and the brothers of the 524th Regiment in the early morning of the 31st with quite good efficiency.

Even the extra penicillin and other items on hand were given to our party members.

After finishing all this and returning to the hotel, it was already past four in the afternoon and it would be dark in an hour or two.

Standing on the balcony, Annie looked at the Sihang Warehouse in the distance where dense gunfire was still ringing, and her heart was filled with an inexplicable tension.

It seemed that he felt that Hu Biao and the others' current situation had reached a very dangerous level.

In a voice that only he could hear, he muttered, "Hu Biao, Commander Hu, you must hold on..."

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Annie's premonition was correct. Hu Biao and his companions in the Sihang Warehouse were facing a very difficult time.

They had already forgotten how many attacks the Japanese had launched since morning, but they were certain that the number must have reached double digits.

And they knew that after the last Japanese attack, they counted the number of their own people who could still fight: including Captain Xie, a total of 163 people.

The key point is that by now, everyone has a strong sense of fatigue.

"Move." After emptying the magazine of the Czech light machine gun in his hand, Black Star yelled this sentence and began to move quickly with Xufeng.

That's right! Xufeng is now Black Star's secondary shooter.

About an hour ago, another defeated soldier of the Northeast Army, Ma Haiyun, was acting as the deputy shooter. After being shot by a volley of bullets, his left face was completely shattered.

Xufeng, who was firing a rifle not far away, instinctively rushed forward.

Even in his understanding, there were two strange things about the time travel team.

The first weird thing was that group photo; once you take the photo, don’t think too much about it and just be prepared for a brutal battle.

The second weird thing is that Black Star, this old bird, is really weird, and he seems to be a special counter to secondary shooters.

I don’t know how many assistant shooters have been replaced in the past two days. Especially in today’s battle, the longest-lived one of the people who served as assistant shooters for him did not survive for more than an hour.

They were seriously injured due to various injuries, or even died in battle.

The problem is that now, with the deaths of a large number of Kuomintang brothers in battle, the firepower density in the warehouse has inevitably become thinner.

If the firepower of a light machine gun was missing, the Japanese might really rush in.

As time went by, and it was almost an hour later, Xufeng could even hear the footsteps of approaching death.

Amidst the shouts of "Move", the two men had just left the firing point when bullets from a Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun came towards them, splashing concrete on the surrounding walls.

Rushing to the next backup firing point, Black Star glanced at the high-temperature gun barrel.

He threw the Czech light machine gun in his hand directly into the arms of Xu Feng who was rushing behind him, and hurriedly said:
"Change the magazine, change the barrel, quick, quick, quick."

The moment he threw out the light machine gun, his right hand reached for the ammunition bag behind him.

After taking out a wooden-handled grenade, he pulled the fuse, swung his arm and threw the wooden-handled grenade out with force.

The smoking wooden-handled grenade flew an astonishing distance of sixty-two or sixty-three meters in the air, landed between three Japanese soldiers, and exploded.

The throwing range, accuracy, lethality, etc. of this grenade are exactly equivalent to that of a small mortar, right?
Despite such a wonderful victory, there was no trace of pride on Black Star's face.

On the one hand, the last time he traveled back to the modern dimension, after more than half a month of training, he was surprised to find that his physical fitness had not only recovered to the level during his military service, but had even improved slightly.

With greater strength and quicker nerve reactions, he is naturally better at throwing grenades than in his heyday.

On the other hand, the number of Japanese soldiers who died from his grenades today was so great that he had no idea how many of them there were. He had long been numb to this fact.

Therefore, after confirming the results of the battle with the corner of his eye, Black Star took out a wooden-handled grenade with his right hand and looked for the next batch of victims.

Because this tactic of throwing grenades to suppress the Japanese was used too aggressively.

Black Star didn't even notice that he had just thrown the 10.5 kg Czech light machine gun into Xufeng's arms.

The middle-aged electrician felt a pain in his chest and a strong smell of blood immediately came into his mouth.

This is Xufeng who was shot in the chest yesterday. His internal injuries seemed to be more serious in such a fierce battle. He felt suffocated when he moved a little bit.

"Damn it! This is what that deadbeat guy means by 'it's okay'." After spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, Xufeng cursed.

Despite the scolding, Xu Feng's movements did not slow down at all.

After quickly replacing the barrel of the Czech light machine gun, he put a new magazine on it.

Anyway, when he faced the Black Star deputy shooter, the middle-aged electrician was ready to die in battle; compared with the result of death, this internal injury didn't seem to be a big deal.

However, just as he was about to send the Czech light machine gun to Black Star and other evil main shooters.

An incredible scene appeared before his eyes: Black Star, who had just thrown the third wooden-handled grenade, suddenly had a cloud of blood mist burst out from above his knees, breaking his legs directly.

The upper half of the body of this burly man from Central Plains Province fell to the ground on the spot.

At the same time, a shrill and extremely painful roar emanated from Black Star's mouth: "Ah..."

(End of this chapter)