The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 86 A Special Interview (Part 110) [Additional for Uncle Bo]

Looking at Hu Biao, who was still alive but seemed to have lost his soul,
There were also friends who surrounded him, trying to do something or say something, but were at a loss as to what to do.

Harrison Foreman and other reporters couldn't help but sigh, knowing that there was no way they could go forward and interview Hu Biao and his comrades today.

Their moral concepts and humanity do not allow them to disturb others at this time.

Fortunately, this does not mean that they will not have material for future reports; because this is the most unique special interview in their careers.

In the following time, they watched silently.

Hu Biao wiped away his tears, found an engineer shovel, found a small mound nearby, and began to dig hard.

It seems that he is going to bury that elf-like woman there.

Upon seeing this, his companions and fellow Sichuan Army soldiers, even the medical staff and wounded soldiers in the field hospital, were willing to go up and help dig the grave.

But without exception, Hu Biao waved them all away.

It seemed that he wanted to do something for Anne one last time by burying her alone.

However, he asked his companions in a hoarse voice that was frightening to the point of looking around to see if they could find a coffin.

His partner naturally agreed to Hu Biao's request immediately.

It's just a pity that too many people have died in this hellish war, and it's impossible to find coffins in such a short time.

To put it bluntly, they wouldn't be able to find a place to rob even if they went there.

So they could see that after digging the grave, Hu Biao used some empty bullets and wood from shell boxes to nail a shabby coffin and buried Anne.

But what was amazing was that those ladies who were watching and sobbing quietly, who were probably nurses and volunteers, were actually a little jealous of this shabby coffin.

Finally, Hu Biao inserted a wooden tombstone with the words "Anne's Tomb" on the grave.

Black Star, AT, Chaozi, Huang A-di, Uncle Bo and others raised their guns and fired three times into the air.

All the onlookers saw this magical scene: a jade-belt butterfly, which would never appear in such cold weather, flew in front of Hu Biao.

It is so beautiful and moving, but it is not suitable to exist in such a season.

After flying for a while, the butterfly landed on the tip of Hu Biao's nose and refused to leave for a long time.

Finally, Hu Biao said, "Go, go."

After the voice fell, the Jade Belt Butterfly fluttered around Hu Biao's face, then began to fly high into the sky until it completely disappeared...

When we returned to the Shanghai Concession, it was already past three in the morning.

But Harrison Foreman, who returned to the hotel, had no desire to sleep at all. The special interview he had experienced tonight was too shocking for him.

The two-way rush of the young man and woman was interrupted just before the most beautiful moment was about to come.

There was also that silent but more eloquent communication, that shabby yet gorgeous funeral, and the scene of a magical butterfly flying and dancing in front of Hu Biao.

It kept echoing in his head, filling him with an indescribable feeling.

This feeling made him brew a cup of coffee by hand with his treasured coffee beans, drink it, and then go to the darkroom temporarily built in the corner of the room to develop all the films he had shot today.

Then, based on these photos, I wrote a detailed report with rare emotion.

At the end of the report, he hesitated for a moment before adding this sentence:
"I noticed that there is a cotton field around the small mound where Miss Anne is buried. I think the cotton flowers will be particularly beautiful in the early summer of next year."

After putting away the pen, Harrison Forman realized that the sky outside the window had become brighter and the sun had risen without him noticing.

The golden sunlight shone on his body, and he felt a little warm.

In the warm sunshine, Harrison Forman put the written report and the photos he took into two copies in a brown paper bag and hurried out.

Because he would have to spend a considerable amount of money to send these two emails by airmail to New York and London respectively. He was convinced of one thing: compared with the heroic spirit, perseverance and sacrifice on the battlefield.

The story of Hu Biao and Annie is not so dramatic, but it is full of the beauty of human nature; once it is published in the newspaper, it will surely resonate with more Western readers.

There will definitely be many people, especially more emotional women, who will change their views on this war.

If there was anything else he felt dissatisfied with, it was that he felt dissatisfied.

That is the fastest airmail currently available. If everything goes well, it will take a week for these reports and photos to reach the two places mentioned above.

It might take ten days for the story to appear in the newspaper and cause a sensation.

Compared to the foreign newspapers Harrison Forman worked for, newspapers in the Magic City area did not take that long at all.

For Chinese journalists like Oda, this story happening to their compatriots not only makes them feel empathy, but also makes them understand the significance of the story.

On the one hand, it can show the tragic heroism of our military and civilians in this war and inspire more Chinese people.

On the other hand, it shows the shamelessness of the Japanese devils who disguised themselves as civilians and carried out indiscriminate destruction during the war, allowing more Chinese people and even the West to see their true faces.

Therefore, many newspapers that were sold in the morning were all delayed by two hours today.

Because the printing factory has been waiting, these must be the news on the front page, written by relevant reporters and then typeset.

When these delayed newspapers came out, the results were just as they expected.

It also made the name Hu Biao known to more people; at the same time, I was also worried about one thing: Is that poor man doing better now?

This is a bit bad...

*****
Two days later, around 20:10 am on the th, in a village behind Dachang Town.

Uncle Bo and Hei Xing walked along the road, with expressions that showed they were in a very bad mood, and arrived in front of a mud house at the entrance of the village.

When they saw Huang A-di, AT, Chaozi, Dachui and other four people squatting at the door, smoking with depressed looks on their faces, and a bowl of food that had not been touched at all.

Suddenly, the expression on his face became uglier.

After muttering a curse word, Uncle Bo turned to AT and his four other fellow travelers and asked, "How's that idiot now? Why doesn't he want to get up for dinner?"

The premise of what made Uncle Bo ask this question is this.

Since Hu Biao buried Annie on the evening of the 18th, Uncle Bo and his men took Hu Biao to prepare to meet up with the retreating 21st Army of the Sichuan Army.

After walking for a distance, they were still a few kilometers away from the 21st Army's current temporary location.

They came to this village that had been deserted for a long time, and Hu Biao decided not to leave.

He walked straight into the village entrance, fell on the bed in this empty room, and fell into a deep sleep, which he has been doing ever since.

Of course it was impossible for him to sleep all the time, but he just lay there without opening his eyes.

He didn't eat, drink, or talk. In the eyes of Black Star and the others, it was as if the dead man who had been cursing at the top of his lungs, issuing various orders, and tirelessly leading them in battle had suddenly died.

It was as if there was only a soulless body left, slowly dying.

But they had said everything they needed to say and tried to persuade him, but Hu Biao showed no improvement at all, which really made Hei Xing and the others very depressed, as if there was a fire burning in their hearts.

Besides, when Hu Biao was fine before, they didn't think this dead loser was important.

Only now did I realize that this guy was actually their backbone.

Feeling indescribably depressed, they were even thinking that if they had known this would be the result, they would have stayed in the Dunwu Temple.

Even if I died there after a fierce battle with the Japanese, with no trace of my body left, it would be better than this suffocating feeling...

(End of this chapter)