The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 28 A Beam of Light in Hell (Please vote and read on)
...During the Battle of Shanghai, my brothers and I received military supplies several times.

The types of these supplies and the occupations of the donors vary, and there are all kinds of strange things.

However, after receiving the military supplies, what exactly is inside and whether it can be used is not important to us. What matters is the kindness of our own people.

More importantly, let us know:
If even a dancer or a beggar stands firmly behind us in this war against aggression, then we will never give up, and we cannot give up...

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

At 8:29 am on August 5, 51, the sky was already bright.

However, the heavy rain that started shortly after last night is still pouring down, with no sign of stopping at all.

In the small company headquarters on the battlefield, Hu Biao sat down on several empty ammunition boxes stacked together.

His legs were almost completely soaked in mud and water. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before he would suffer from the legendary trench foot.

A pair of feet are about to rot and there is even a risk of amputation.

But at this moment, Hu Biao no longer cared about the dire consequences that would take several days to manifest. Damn it! It was as if he, Hu Biao, could actually survive today.

Yes, that's right!
Hu Biao is now extremely certain of one thing: he will not survive today.

Why? During the long night just past, they received no reinforcements or a single round of ammunition, yet they were attacked three times by the Japanese.

The first attack was the most intense. The Japanese soldiers, who had rested for four hours, rushed towards the position, especially the small tank, like a chicken with its blood injected.

Five of the six live mines exploded, and each time they exploded, they took away a lot of Japanese soldiers.

But even so, after fighting for a few more minutes, the Japanese soldiers retreated after suffering at least a hundred casualties.

As for the live mine, why didn't it go off? The wound on that brother was too severe, and he died quietly in the heavy rain before the Japanese could come up.

Later, when cleaning up the battlefield, this brother was still holding the fuse of the wooden-handled grenade tightly and couldn't pry it open.

Fortunately, in the next two attacks, the Japanese reduced their intensity for some reason.

After twenty or thirty people were killed, they retreated, as if they had just dealt with the matter.

Even so, because every battle would cause some casualties; at this point in time, the only ones who could move in the trenches were Hu Biao, Zhou Kun, and five other baggage soldiers.

On the ground outside the position, among the little kids were Zhang Wei and Gao Yi.

And the four seriously injured brothers who had volunteered to be live mines! Oh, right! They had been lying in the rain for over two hours, and no one could tell if they were still alive.

Of course, there are still some things to be thankful for.

First, when Hu Biao and his men were cleaning up the battlefield, they found a lot of bullets and small melon grenades; among them were some 7.7mm caliber bullets, which prevented the machine gun on Xiaodouding from being completely shut down.

Second, practice is the best teacher, and Hu Biao and his colleagues have grown tremendously in battle.

After firing who knows how many rounds, his shoulder was now swollen and sore from the recoil of the gun butt.

But within a distance of fifty meters, Hu Biao and others' shooting skills were much better.

Even if the Japanese were charging quickly, we could always hit one of them with two or three shots; but with such a small number of people, it was an indisputable fact that the firepower was seriously reduced.

So, once the rain stops, when the Japanese artillery has a clearer range of fire, they can easily get close and use direct fire to blow up the little bean.

Without Xiaodouding as their core firepower point, they were completely finished.

So in the current situation where they are all facing certain death, everyone is doing different things.

Zhou Kun used a few empty ammunition boxes as a table, but he stood in the water and kept writing something quickly on a stack of cigarette paper.

This PhD in materials science, who graduated from a prestigious university, planned to write down in advance some of the development trends and key points of physics, chemistry, and other fields in the coming decades.

After this battle, if any of them are still alive, they will be handed over to the people in northern Shaanxi.

It should be of great use, and my trip to this world will not be in vain.

The future development of history, as well as some of the more significant events, are now being written by Gao Yi in Little Bean Tank; as middle-aged men, once they reach a certain age, they tend to pay attention to these things.

Well, those who understand will understand.

The five baggage soldiers were eating the remaining roujiamo in big mouthfuls, each of them looked like a starving ghost reincarnated; even if they choked, they would slowly continue eating.

In their words, death is fine, but dying of starvation is definitely not an option. As for Hu Biao, Commander Hu, he was like a chimney, constantly smoking; the kind who would just spit out the cigarette butt from his mouth and then reach for the cigarette box again.

Perhaps this method was intended to bring a little warmth to his cold heart.

When Hu Biao touched an empty cigarette box again, he was not panicked at all.

Because next to him was a big sack, which contained many small bags of military supplies, including candies, letters, cigarettes, and other things. When he opened it, it was like opening a blind box.

Now Hu Biao just needs to open a few more boxes, and he will always be able to get a pack of cigarettes.

But when Hu Biao casually opened a bag, he was stunned, because in addition to two packs of Fairy brand cigarettes, there was also a photo.

The photo is black and white, and the size is not too small, about half the size of a palm.

Hu Biao recognized the smiling woman in front of him at a glance. She was Annie, the lead beauty in the advertisement of the Paramount Ballroom when he first entered Nanxiang Town.

At the beginning, Hu Biao was thinking that after he escaped to the concession and made a fortune, he would definitely hug this woman and dance with her all night long.

But I never thought that we would be connected in this way in advance.

He really admired the beautiful face and figure of this woman. After turning over the photo, Hu Biao could see a few lines of beautiful handwriting written vertically in pen on the back:
Once this war breaks out, regardless of north or south, young or old, everyone has the responsibility to defend the country and fight. Unfortunately, I am just a woman and I am too weak to go into the battlefield to kill the enemy.

But as a Chinese, I also want to express my gratitude to the soldiers on the front line.

Whether you are a general or a soldier, it is better to make a gentleman's agreement here.

You can fight bravely on the front line first, and one day you can bring your photos to Deyue Tower in Shanghai, which is next to the French Concession. I will prepare a feast to entertain you, and drink with you until you are drunk.

"Hey! I didn't expect Annie to be such a good playful girl."

After reading the few lines of handwriting on the back of the photo, Hu Biao complained.

Because this special gift for the troops is very similar to the wish card that his girlfriend in the modern world gave him on his birthday.

As long as he has the wish card, he can fulfill one of his wishes.

For example: A girl wearing a maid outfit and having twin ponytails is called the master.

Although Annie's promise was not to dance with him, but to treat him to a meal and drinks; after reading this, Hu Biao still felt inexplicably hot in his heart.

It seemed as if a ray of light broke through the dark clouds and rain curtain above his head, as well as the leaky roof of the company, making him feel warm all over.

Then Hu Biao wanted to survive, to hold his position and live gloriously.

From now on, I can hold my head high and go to Deyue Tower to have a meal with that bitch Annie, and I won’t leave until I’m drunk.

"Stop eating, all of you. Follow me and reload all the empty magazines and rifles. We will definitely hold out until reinforcements arrive."

After carefully wrapping the photo in oil paper and placing it close to his chest, Hu Biao shouted...

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At 7:12 a.m., the Japanese launched an attack in a slightly lighter rain.

Just like last night's battle, the Japanese tactics were nothing new; it was still the same old routine of long-range fire suppression and then suicide squads rushing forward in batches.

Hu Biao and his men responded in the same way, firing, firing continuously, killing any Japanese soldier who approached the little kid.

If there was any difference, it was that when the whistling sound in the air got closer and closer, Zhou Kun, who was firing the Czech rifle at the time, had no time to move.

It was directly hit by the shell of the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun that was fired blindly.

There is not even a chance for people like Wang Peng to become living mines.

After the battle, Hu Biao groped around in the trenches that were almost waist-deep in water, but he couldn't find any larger parts of this guy.

The document he spent half the night writing is also missing.

All we can say is that the Japanese artillery was really lucky, or maybe Zhou Kun's luck was just too bad.

Finally, Hu Biao took out the Czech rifle from the muddy trench. After just one look at the deformed barrel, he threw it away.

"No matter what, I will survive." Hu Biao told himself...

(End of this chapter)