The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 40: Commander Hu is here again (Please read and vote)
...When modern people are injured, their first reaction is always to go to the hospital immediately.

However, on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War, especially in the Battle of Shanghai, many brothers who were seriously injured did not have such an idea.

It’s not that they don’t want to live or get treatment.

The main thing is that they know one thing clearly: the front-line hospitals are now full of wounded people, the few medical staff are simply too busy to handle them, and there are not enough medicines to treat them.

Even under the blockade of Japanese planes and artillery, they could not be sent to the rear.

The so-called frontline hospital is more like another hell on earth where many people are waiting to die; rather than messing around, it’s better to die on the battlefield...

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

After a busy period, Hu Biao basically finalized the material purchase list, but it was a large sheet filled with densely written notes.

When I was about to go out to buy something, I realized that I didn’t have enough money.

Although his business was quite good every day during the twenty days when he set up the stall, and he made a total of 3.78 yuan, it was already a huge sum of money for him.

But he has been spending a lot of money these days, and the sublease fee for the shop cost him 2.8 yuan.

Then there were the issues of applying for certificates, changing signs, and some miscellaneous expenses. Anyway, now I only have 5186.3 yuan left.

"Forget it! I can only buy less of everything and try to buy the cheapest ones."

After sighing helplessly, Hu Biao told himself this in his heart.

In the following time, Hu Biao was naturally out shopping for a while. When he came back with a lot of bags and took a taxi online, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening.

After paying the fare, he only had about twenty dollars left.

Damn it! After traveling back again, I didn't even have the funds to purchase ingredients for the opening of Deyue Tower.

Fortunately, on the way back in an online taxi, Hu Biao thought of a solution that was not a solution: pre-selling membership cards in the group, that is, the kind that can be used as 88 yuan after recharging 100 yuan. This should be able to pre-sell the money for purchasing ingredients.

After another round of purchases, he almost spent all his money and the quality of various supplies was also a bit poor.

For example: I originally planned to buy authentic clothes, boots, backpacks, etc., but because of lack of money I had to buy cheap imitations.

Bulletproof vests were also replaced with cheap stab-proof clothing.

Anyway, all the items on the list may be in smaller quantities, but they have basically been purchased.

This result is also largely due to the fact that the purchase was made in a hurry; if I had known that I would travel through time again, I might have bought it online at more than half the price.

After returning, Hu Biao made another big bowl of oil-splashed noodles to fill his stomach.

Then I took out my mobile phone and started to cram on various historical knowledge about the Anti-Japanese War.

It is true that that mysterious place is not allowed to change the course of history; however, Hu Biao still hopes to do something more after passing it, even if it means fewer deaths in each battle and killing more Japanese devils.

At 3:20 in the morning, Hu Biao, who was dizzy from reading the information, put down his phone.

He put all the things into the backpack one by one, and put the Browning N1900 pistol, which he had secretly maintained with sewing machine oil after returning to the modern plane, on his belt.

After doing all this, he recalled what else he had forgotten to bring.

You know what! It really happened.

Hu Biao took out a palm-sized notebook from under the pillow and put it in his pocket. Inside the notebook, there were two black and white photos and some related diaries he had written.

Hu Biao didn’t have the habit of writing a diary before, but he inexplicably developed this habit after he came back last time.

Finally, when the time on the mobile phone reached 3:36:30 in the morning, there were only six seconds left before being transferred to the anti-Japanese battlefield.

Hu Biao, who had already confirmed that nothing was missed, said lightly, "Little Japanese, clean your necks and wait. The commander who sent you off is back again."

He never thought about it at all. He only got the rank of a second lieutenant in the Battle of Shanghai, which was a useless commander.

After boasting, Hu Biao, who traveled through time while awake for the first time, saw a miraculous scene where his body, starting from his legs, quickly transformed into a sky full of light points...

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When Hu Biao opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, or rather, a door panel covered with a dirty sheet. Above his head were old tiles covered with spider webs.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, the strong smell of blood, and some indescribable strange smell; when they mixed together, it was simply torturing people's noses.

What I heard were sounds like "Doctor, come and help me", "Why is my leg gone", and screams of pain.

All this made Hu Biao quickly realize that he should be in a field hospital at this moment.

As for whether he is still in the Magic City, how much time has passed since the last battle, and what his identity is, nothing is known at the moment.

With all the above doubts, he sat up from the door panel bed and turned his head to look around.

After looking around, Hu Biao couldn't help but frown.

First, as he expected, this was still a field hospital.

In terms of scale, it is at least several times larger than the field hospital where he first arrived in Nanxiang Town with the Third Replacement Company and sent the wounded.

The situation in that field hospital was already quite bad, but the situation here seemed to be much worse.

I saw a lot of wounded people lying densely in a building that looked like an ancestral hall or a Guandi Temple.

Many of the wounded were seriously injured, with some missing arms and legs, or half of their faces blown off, but they were simply bandaged.

There were even quite a few people who were on the verge of dying; but the doctors and nurses were so busy that they had no time to treat their wounds, let alone perform surgery.

Just seeing this hellish scene, Hu Biao felt inexplicably sad.

Because each of these wounded soldiers is a brave warrior who risked his life to fight the Japanese, they should not be treated like this.

Secondly, the copycat 07-style training uniform that Hu Biao was wearing when he traveled through time was taken away to an unknown place; it was replaced with an old-fashioned cotton shirt.

There were a few nails hammered into the wall on one side of the bed.

Hanging on the nails were a second lieutenant's military jacket, the precious Leica camera bag that originally belonged to Young Master Feng, and the large backpack he carried when he traveled through time.

However, what worried Hu Biao the most was that his backpack was clearly filled to the brim before he came here, but now it was flat.

I don’t know whether the things inside were taken away by someone, or whether some unknown problems occurred during the process of crossing.

He prepared so many supplies, how much is left now, and what is left?
In response to the above situation, Hu Biao instinctively had a premonition that the possibility of problems arising during the crossing process was the greatest.

After reaching out and taking off the big backpack and opening it, Hu Biao's heart sank after taking a look.

Why? Because inside the flattened bag, there were only two 500-gram cans of braised pork, five large bars of chocolate, a small bag of 100 cultured pearls, a multi-purpose dagger, and a Browning pistol.

Two packs of sand cigarettes, two bottles of white medicine for stopping bleeding, two boxes of oral penicillin, and three boxes of penicillin powder for injection.

In addition, the artificial diamonds, cephalosporin and other medicines that Hu Biao spent the most money to buy before crossing over, as well as some miscellaneous items, have disappeared.

All in all, only 20% of the things were left.

"Damn it! We can't live like this." Looking at the few remaining supplies, Hu Biao wanted to die for a moment.

Just when Hu Biao was feeling extremely depressed, a crying voice rang in his ears: "Commander Hu, it's been over a month, and you finally woke up."

Turning my head to look at the voice, I saw it was Zhu Cong, a young baggage soldier.

It can be seen that Zhu Cong must have suffered a lot during this period of time. His face, which was already a little malnourished, is now so thin that his chin is pointed, and there are obvious bags under his eyes.

Seeing this, Hu Biao couldn't help but think, could it be that Zhu Cong sent him to the hospital? The current time is only a few days away from the last time he traveled back?
If that's the case, then my time travel is still part of a TV series.

The identity and plot from the previous time can be continued the next time you travel through time.

Based on the above doubts, Hu Biao quickly comforted Zhu Cong: "What's there to cry about as a man? I'm not dead, am I?

Tell me quickly what time it is and how the war with the Japanese is going..."

(End of this chapter)