The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 30: Waking Up (Please vote and read)

...For foreigners in Shanghai, the Battle of Shanghai in 1937 was just a topic of conversation to add to their dull lives.

They stood on the top floor of the tallest international hotel in Shanghai, drinking coffee and watching the battle not far away through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

During this process, they even had the mood to evaluate the accuracy of the Japanese artillery and bombing; perhaps someone expressed sympathy for the Chinese people's experience, but it was just a light-hearted "May Jesus bless them."

The price of a country's poverty and weakness was clearly revealed at this moment.

Fortunately! We are now experiencing a resurgence... Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Nonsense"...

When Hu Biao's tense nerves relaxed, he fainted completely, so he naturally couldn't notice what was happening around him.

For example:
One step away from the place where he had been lying as a live mine for more than two hours, there was a small pond formed by the accumulation of shells and rainwater.

Under the afternoon sun, some colorful words appeared on the surface of the pond:

The selected candidate Hu Biao, ID number 4305****8, completed this trial mission; his soul was immediately teleported back to plane number 10086.

A new mission will begin one month later.

Mission Rewards: Slight improvement in nerve reaction, recovery ability, etc.; Master-level production of foods such as Roujiamo and Youpomian.

The additional rewards for the Chinese family in the 10086th dimension have been decided and will be distributed later.

Comment: Come on, Hu Biao! You've gone from being a thin dog to a slightly stronger thin dog.

These colorful words were the same as the ones that appeared in the water tank of the special forces company a day ago, but they only appeared for a few seconds.

When a gust of wind blew, slight ripples appeared on the water surface, and then all the words disappeared completely.

No one saw the whole process, and it was difficult for people to see it. No one knew what the meaning of the whole process was since these words flashed by so quickly.
At the same time, somewhere in Shanghai, close to the French Concession, another incident that was somewhat related to Hu Biao also happened without his knowledge.

Thirty or forty minutes ago, Anne, the leading lady of the Paramount Ballroom, the most famous den of infamy in the Far East, walked into Deyue Building with a sad face.

This is a three-story restaurant that specializes in Jianghuai cuisine. It is considered Annie's favorite restaurant in Shanghai, and she comes here from time to time to have a meal.

After entering, Annie sat down at her favorite table, which was by the window on the second floor.

What made her so upset at the moment was naturally the war that took place in the Magic City.

Now the Japanese troops are approaching, hundreds of thousands of national army soldiers are fighting bloody battles, and people are dying almost every minute; a large number of compatriots are displaced and flock to the concessions, selling their children for a bite to eat.

However, the business of the Paramount Ballroom seemed to be even better than before.

It would be fine if all the guests inside were foreigners, after all, such a war has nothing to do with them; but why are there so many Chinese people spending a lot of money inside?
Whenever she saw these scenes, Anne's heart was filled with depression.

As for the reasons, although Anne is a woman and her profession is not very respectable in this day and age, these are all true.

But it does not prevent her from loving this country and nation and hoping for the best for this country.

When the soft and gentle words "Miss Annie, you are here, shall we eat today?" fell into Annie's ears, she finally reacted.

Forget it! Don't think about those annoying things for now. After all, I am just a woman in this chaotic world, and there are only so many things I can do.

I haven’t been to my favorite Deyue Tower for a few days, so the most important thing is to have a good meal.

Without giving it much thought, he immediately named several dishes: "A large braised dried bean curd strips, a crab meat ball, a squirrel and mandarin fish, a pickled pork with preserved vegetables, a loofah, scallop, and razor clam soup, and a pot of rice wine."

Because Annie was a regular customer, the kitchen gave priority to processing the dishes she ordered and they were served soon.

While eating, Annie couldn't help but think of one thing: which Kuomintang brother happened to get her photo? Was he a handsome officer or a brave soldier?

What were my thoughts when I saw the photos and the message I promised myself?

Anyway, Anne found it extremely interesting whenever she thought about all this, and she was looking forward to it.

No matter what, she is just a young girl who loves fantasy and has many expectations for the future.

While eating and drinking, the foodie girl Annie had a beautiful curve at the corner of her mouth, indicating that she was in a very good mood.

Unfortunately, suddenly, I heard some exclamations coming from the street outside the window: "Oh my God! Those are the Japanese planes. Why are they flying towards this side? Aren't they afraid of bombing the French Concession?"

"Oh no, the Japanese planes are about to drop bombs, everyone run~" After hearing the above exclamation, Annie didn't even bother to eat or drink a few bites, and immediately ran towards the stairs carrying an exquisite bag.

It's just that at this point, it seems like everything is a little too late.

A Japanese plane dropped a 50-kilogram bomb while its wing was shaking; as luck would have it, it landed right on the roof of Deyue Building.

After the bomb hit the roof, a huge explosion occurred immediately.

Then, the Deyue Tower that Hu Biao had been thinking about collapsed instantly, becoming a pile of ruins...

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When Hu Biao regained some consciousness in his daze, his head still lingering with everything that happened on Position No. 7, he immediately sat up suddenly as if he had come back to life.

But after opening his eyes, what came into view was not the No. 7 position filled with mud, corpses, and the smell of gunpowder.

It is not the field hospital in my memory where doctors and nurses are extremely busy.

It was a room with an area of ​​only about twenty square meters, but it had four double-decker bunk beds and could accommodate eight beds.

A 30-watt fluorescent lamp was still on, and under the dim light, he could see everything in the room clearly.

The guy in the next bed was playing a ranked match while cursing his teammates.

The other beds were either empty or several guys were sleeping soundly under their dirty quilts.

Their loud snoring and the air in the room that smelled of sweat, feet and cigarette smoke made Hu Biao feel that everything was so familiar.

Isn’t this place the cheapest one in Majuqiao, a temporary daily rental house that only costs 15 yuan to stay in for a day and doesn’t even have a bathroom?

He picked up the phone that was charging beside the bed and took a look. He found that the time on it was 3:19 in the morning, only a few minutes after he fell asleep.

Even the phone that was almost out of power was only charged to 33%.

The above extremely real things finally made Hu Biao react:

The long march started from Rugao area in northern Jiangsu, with a few days of rest at the special forces company’s base, and a day and a night at position No. 7.

It was all just an extremely real dream I had on a winter night.

This realization made Hu Biao feel extremely complicated.

On the one hand, not being able to travel back to that difficult era seems to be the best thing. Compared with all the environments experienced in the dream, even this kind of daily rental house for 15 yuan a day is as beautiful as heaven.

On the other hand, he actually felt a little lost and regretful.

In his dream, he was angry, he roared, he fought like a wild beast. Although all this was so difficult, he felt that he was alive.

Instead of being a useless person who is like a walking corpse and just waiting to die.

Such complicated thoughts made Hu Biao instinctively take out a sand cigarette, put it in his mouth but did not light it, because he could not help but become absent-minded.

After a while, Hu Biao shook his head vigorously to get rid of the complicated thoughts in his mind.

I silently told myself: Forget it! No matter how real that dream was, it was just a dream.

Life has to go on, so I might as well take a nap. While I still have about a thousand yuan on me, I'll lie down comfortably for two days.

Then, after yawning, he tidied up his pillow which had not been washed for who knows how long, and prepared to take a nap.

I was surprised to find that there seemed to be something under the pillow.

After removing the pillow, Hu Biao was immediately petrified because he saw a pistol, a watch, and two black and white photos.

The model of the pistol was the beautiful Browning M1900 that Young Master Feng had in his dream.

As for the watch, it was the one that Gao Yi bribed the deputy company commander. When cleaning the battlefield, Hu Biao took it back and put it on.

Two black and white photos, one of which is of Anne with words written on the back.

Another photo showed about 160 or 70 members of the special forces company standing together, their expressions, some nervous, some joyful, frozen in time...

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