The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 83 A Special Interview (I)

At 8:50 in the evening, Hu Biao and his men saw the legendary wolf soldiers of the Gui army at the Dunwu Temple position.

Under the starlight tonight, a regimental-sized force was marching in neat formations and rapidly approaching the position. No one made any noise during the process, and everything was in such an orderly manner.

It should be said that this alone makes him appear exceptionally elite.

During the process of the two sides handing over their positions, Hu Biao took the time to explain all the points that needed attention to a regimental commander of the Gui army without getting tired of it.

The leader is Huang Farui, and he is the leader of the 1020th Regiment.

It was obvious that this man was a senior soldier with many years of military experience.

Naturally, they knew that the situations Hu Biao introduced were all experiences summarized with blood and human lives, and each one of them could save them a lot of lives.

So he was quite grateful for Hu Biao's actions.

Before parting, he made an agreement with Hu Biao that if there was a chance after the battle, he would definitely treat him to a drink.

Finally, at around 9: in the evening, Hu Biao and his Sichuan Army brothers on the battlefield finally left the position where they had no idea how many of their brothers had died in the battle.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, blowing the hems of Hu Biao and his men's uniforms into the air, as if their brothers who died in the battle were bidding them farewell in this way.

Soon, Hu Biao and his team crossed the floating bridge on Yunzaobang and returned to the relatively safe south bank.

After crossing the river, I had not walked far when I suddenly noticed that there were a lot of shadowy figures standing in an open space in front of me.

There are at least two thousand people, and I don’t know which part of the army they are from.

When they got closer, they found that it was Yang Sen, the commander of the 21st Army, and 2000 Sichuan Army brothers who were waiting here in line.

At first glance, there seemed to be quite a number of them, but Hu Biao and the others knew that these should be all the living personnel of the Sichuan Army except for the seriously injured ones sent to the hospital.

Even if we add the team led by Hu Biao that had just evacuated from the Dunwu Temple position, the total number of people after both sides are gathered together is only 2500 at most.

All in all, only 21% of the original strength of the st Army remained.

After realizing this, Hu Biao and his companions' joy at finally evacuating from the Dunwu Temple disappeared.

After an entire army of troops went forward, they ended up with such a result after six days, with so many people killed; the saying "every inch of land is lost in blood" was so concrete in their minds at this moment.

But what Hu Biao and others didn’t know was that in the original history.

The 12000st Army of the Sichuan Army, with a total strength of 21 people, fought for six days on the front line of Dunwu Temple and Chenjiaxing, with a total of 3706 killed, 7049 injured, and 241 missing.

It can be said that when the troops retreated, there were only a thousand people who were able to move, and the casualty rate was over 90%.

Comparing the two results, the casualties this time were actually much smaller.

In addition, they killed more Japanese devils and kept the Dunwu Temple position in our hands; they even made this place, which the Chinese people had basically never heard of before, become a banner of resistance against the Japanese devils.

It is like a cry of "Wake up!" in the ears of this nation that has been sleeping for a hundred years.

Just for this reason, I believe that if the spirits of those Sichuan Army brothers who died in the battle are still in heaven, they would feel that their death had great significance.

Just as Hu Biao and the others were feeling depressed, they suddenly heard Yang Sen shout, "Salute."

Then he led the 2000 people who had been waiting for a while and saluted them in unison.

When Hu Biao and the others hurriedly returned the greeting, Yang Sen, a military commander who was said to be a member of the Pao Brothers, spoke to Hu Biao and the others in a very chivalrous tone:
"We, the Pao brothers, never show off.

If you think about it carefully, although Major Hu and the brothers have only joined our Sichuan Army for a few days, we have seen everything they have done.

I won’t say any polite words, from now on you are our brothers in the Sichuan Army.

No matter what happens and we need help, we will never hesitate.

Now is the time for our army to gloriously retreat to the rear for rest and recuperation after completing our mission. Only you are qualified to march at the front."

Hearing this, Hu Biao quickly said something politely.

"Although they have only been in the Sichuan Army for a few days, they have already considered themselves members of the army. Sir, please don't be polite." Despite being polite, these seven guys straightened their backs and walked in front of the remnants of the Sichuan Army, striding forward.

Because this honor belongs not only to them, but also to the Third Company and the many brothers of the Sichuan Army who died in Dunwu Temple.

As they strode forward against the night wind, they had no idea how much help Yang Sen, representing the entire Sichuan Army, had just given them in the promise they had made.

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"Brother! I heard that the 21st Sichuan Army will be withdrawing tonight, so I should be able to interview that amazing Major Hu, right?"

Harrison Foreman muttered softly in a very expectant tone.

Harrison Foreman's identity is rather complicated. He is a member of Uncle Sam's family and has many titles such as explorer, pilot, photographer, journalist and writer.

In the future, I will also write "Journey to the North", which can be regarded as a sister work of "Journey to the West".

After his death in 78, a book called "Harrison Forman's Photographs of China" was published based on the photos he took in many places in China during that year.

The reason why he ventured to Yunzaobang was to interview Hu Biao, Major Hu.

No one had heard of this person before, but in just a few days he became a well-known figure in the entire Magic City and even in the Chinese family, including his colleagues.

There is no way! Many people in Uncle Sam's family are very interested in this war that took place in the far east and involved millions of troops from both sides.

I believe that domestic newspapers will be willing to pay a very good price for valuable related reports.

What he didn't expect was that he had been waiting here for two days, but Major Hu still hadn't arrived to relieve his guard.

And there were many people who were traveling with him with the same purpose, not only many Chinese, but also more than a dozen Westerners.

This means that the plan I want to do an exclusive interview may be difficult to achieve.

Just as Harrison Forman was thinking about how to make Major Hu agree to his request for a priority interview, his colleagues around him suddenly became agitated.

While pushing each other, they swarmed forward and trotted forward.

They were all shouting at once: "Here they come, they come."

After two seconds of hesitation, Harrison Foreman finally reacted. It should be the Sichuan Army troops that came to relieve the defense, and Hu Biao might be among them.

He didn't dare to stay and hurriedly followed.

Soon after, a group of soldiers, covered in the smell of gunpowder, could be seen marching towards this side in neat rows.

The leading people were not the army commander Yang Sen and the senior officers of the Sichuan Army whom he had interviewed once, but some people whose whole bodies, including their heads and faces, were covered with dust and blood.

Just like a coal miner, a man whose true face cannot be seen.

What was somewhat miraculous was that Harrison Foreman suddenly had an epiphany: the rare tall oriental man leading the group must be Hu Biao, and the people behind him were his colleagues.

Because the military uniforms they were wearing at the moment were even more tattered than the beggars' clothes, and they had various injuries on their bodies that were only hastily bandaged.

His expression was full of fatigue, and even his movements were stiff and slow.

But their eyes seem to be brighter than the brightest stars in the night sky tonight.

More importantly, it was as if there was a tangible smoke and murderous aura rushing towards them; it actually made some people present speechless, and they were so scared that they even forgot their interview tasks.

They all stopped and didn't dare to move forward or speak, including Harrison Foreman.

Fortunately, he used to be a pilot and was much braver than ordinary people.

Among the reporters from the newspapers and radio stations, he was the first to come to his senses. After reacting, he immediately shouted in understandable Mandarin:
"Hello, Major Hu! My name is Harrison Foreman.

I am a special correspondent for The New York Times and The Times, two famous Western newspapers. Could I give you and your colleagues priority for an exclusive interview?

I believe that many Western people will have different views on this war after watching your interview, such as sympathy and compassion..."

(End of this chapter)