The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 75 Fermentation (Part )

...During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, I met the greatest and most noble person.

They are brave soldiers and officers, farmers and craftsmen who are illiterate but well aware of national justice, conscientious intellectuals, and even prostitutes.

I have also seen the ugliest and most shameless people.

They are traitors and traitors to their country who are pursuing their own selfish interests, the scum of the literary world, the fat-headed and big-eared parasites in the government and the army, and the officials who are incompetent and only know how to build relationships.

I even saw people who were numb and didn't care about this war at all.

Taken together, they form an extremely complex picture of life during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

Fortunately, there are enough noble people who have stood up continuously and pulled this nation back from the abyss bit by bit...

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

An hour later, the parade initiated by Aurora University had gathered into a huge long dragon on the streets of Shanghai.

In this long line, students, workers, small craftsmen, and housewives gathered together, shouting slogans such as "Down with the Japs" and "China will never perish."

As they shouted slogans, their faces were filled with passionate emotions.

Because their country and nation have reached a most critical moment, and the roar they make is based on the anger from their souls.

At the front of the long queue, many bed sheets were pulled open and tightened by people.

The people on the roadside shouted slogans while throwing away the banknotes and dollars on their bodies, and even took off their gold and silver jewelry from their hands, heads and faces.

He threw it hard onto the big sheet, just to give the brothers on the front line an extra bullet, an extra pill and a can of food.

Even though prices in the Magic City have skyrocketed because of this war, life is now extremely difficult for many of them.

In a moment, it was like rain, and the sheets were filled with a layer of property.

This is more than just some simple money, it is the thoughts and feelings of countless Chinese people.

On the top floor of the International Hotel on the roadside, a group of foreigners were leisurely drinking red wine and coffee, watching this war that had nothing to do with them.

Suddenly I lost the mood to chat, and I no longer had that leisurely mood.

Why? Because they felt a great sense of strangeness, and saw a power that was unfamiliar to them in these fanatical Chinese people.

Especially through their telescopes, they saw dock laborers and rickshaw drivers dressed like beggars, throwing their sweat-earned wages into the sheets one by one.

Even the real beggars, who would represent the change for their food for the next few days, were waving their arms vigorously and throwing hard at the large sheets, which shocked the foreigners particularly.

It made them vaguely feel that the outcome of this war might not be as they expected.

This ancient oriental land and the numerous people living on it will not be easily conquered by the devils from that island country.

However, the people who were most shocked were the officers who were tasked with observing the war.

And the journalists who are responsible for reporting this war and giving the people of our country more things to talk about.

In their trance, an idea suddenly emerged in their minds: they could go to the Yunzaobang front to see for themselves; yes! It would be best if they could meet that Hu Biao, Major Hu, and his special colleagues...

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Two hours later, in a small bungalow near Yuhuatai in Jinling.

In order to avoid the crazy bombing of the Japanese Air Force, the bald principal secretly moved here.

He waved to an attendant and turned off the radio station affiliated with the Central News Agency, which was playing the deeds of Hu Biao and others at the Dunwu Temple position.

With a satisfied expression, he nodded silently. It was the first time he heard the name "Hu Biao".

And since he was in a very good mood, he also became interested in Chief Hu, who was as insignificant as a booger in his eyes, and had some intention of promoting and reusing him.

Therefore, when he promoted people, he usually prioritized three factors: students from Huangpu Military Academy, natives from Zhejiang Province, preferably from Fenghua, and close relatives. He habitually asked the attendant:
"How old is this Hu Biao? Where is he from? Which class did he graduate from at Whampoa Military Academy? Who is his relationship to him?"

It’s no wonder that those who can serve as attendants to the bald principal are all smart people these days.

It may be hard to say how good his military skills are or his understanding of current science and technology, but there is absolutely no doubt about his ability in dealing with people.

Half an hour ago, when the bald principal began to listen to the content related to Hu Biao, he was probably interested in knowing such a small figure.
Without making a sound, the servant had already begun collecting information about this guy.

In order to find out who this Hu Biao, who seemed to have suddenly jumped out of a stone, was, telegrams were sent to the 67th Division and the 20th Army of the Sichuan Army as soon as possible.

So after hearing this, he immediately answered with confidence:
"In reply to the Chairman, this Hu Biao, Major Hu, is 29 years old and is from Baoqing, Hunan Province. He has never studied in any military academy and has no connections in the government.

It was only two months in northern Jiangsu, and by coincidence I joined the supplementary company of the Jiangsu Provincial Security Corps.

He joined the 67th Division and then the 20th Division of the 134th Army, and after several promotions on the front line, he became a major battalion commander; his comrades who performed well were basically all newcomers with no background.

"This is a real battle record achieved entirely by talent. Hu Biao and his junior officers are quite talented."

The bald principal was silent for a while and then made such an evaluation.

However, after hearing that the other party was neither a Whampoa student nor a native of Zhejiang Province, his original intention to promote and train these people faded.

I thought to myself, "Forget it, he's just a major battalion commander in a ragtag unit.

Let's wait until the battle of Yunzaobang is over, and then see how Hu Biao performs; if possible, let him go to Huangpu for further training for a period of time before making any further arrangements."

After this thought flashed through his mind, he completely let go of small figures like Hu Biao.

They began to worry about how to get the League of Nations and allied countries to mediate such a war.

It's really sad that even after the Battle of Shanghai reached such a stage, the highest official in the Nationalist government still had some unrealistic fantasies in his mind...

At the same time, at the headquarters of the 67th Division of the National Army behind Jiangqiao Town in Modu.

Huang Wei and Teacher Huang, after listening to what Chief of Staff Liu said about the bald principal's attendant office, actually sent a telegram to inquire about Hu Biao's situation.

I thought of the news in the newspaper about Hu Biao and others, whose record could definitely be described as brilliant.

Suddenly, an idea emerged in his mind:
Did he make a mistake a few days ago? Should he have kept a talent like Hu Biao? He thought that with a little time to polish him, he could become his right-hand man.

But in the end, he shook his head vigorously, shaking off such a ridiculous idea.

It's nothing! Those people are too open-mouthed, saying anything they want. The higher their status and position, the greater the trouble they cause...

It was still at the same time, but the local force was replaced by the 20th Division of the 134th Army of the Sichuan Army, which was the remaining unit in the relatively safe area behind Dachang.

"You could have switched guards, but someone said a few nice things to you and you stayed back. Brother Hu, you're so stupid!"

With a look of worry and reluctance on his face, Director Sun muttered this sentence in a low voice.

Of course, rather than saying that Director Sun is worried about the safety of his adopted brother Hu Biao's life, it is better to say that he is worried about whether the penicillin business can continue.

The main reason was that Hu Biao made a mistake when looking up information in the modern dimension.

Although the drug penicillin was discovered in 28, it was not until 38 that research on its storage technology began, a technological breakthrough was achieved in 41, and mass production was not achieved until 43.

(The previous content about penicillin was wrong, it has now been corrected)
The newly released penicillin did not require 5 units for each injection as Hu Biao thought. Only 8000 units were needed for excellent results.

After repeated attempts, Hu Biao found that a bottle of medicine that could only be used for 40 injections has now sold 100 injections, and the effect is still amazing, so there is no worry about sales at all.

This also means that Director Sun and the people behind them made a lot of money.

Naturally, they also attached more importance to such a business; before finding the source of the goods, they absolutely did not want to see Hu Biao die...

(End of this chapter)