The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 116: Confidence (Additional chapters 910 for Uncle Bo)

...In the 4.5th year of the Republic of China, my country's steel production was 580 tons, while the Japanese's steel production was million tons.

Eighty-eight years later, despite various capacity reduction measures and many steel mills being unable to operate at full capacity, our steel production was 100509 million tons and pig iron production was 85174 million tons.

The Japanese produced 690.7 million tons of steel and 517.2 million tons of pig iron.

This era has finally become what our ancestors once dreamed of. This prosperous era is just as they wished...

Hu Biao's bad mood finally improved.

Because as he was walking, two boys in junior high school uniforms walked past him side by side, and a conversation reached Hu Biao's ears.

One of the taller boys asked in surprise:

"Dog, you know what?

I heard that a female star who played "Shan Cai" recently died of pneumonia caused by the flu in an island country. Is the island country so backward that even the flu can kill people?
The community hospital near my home has no trouble treating the flu."

"Shancai? Never heard of her." The shorter boy replied, then pouted and started to complain disdainfully:
"I don't usually pay much attention to the affairs of island countries. In my eyes, there are only three countries in the world: China, Uncle Sam, and other countries.

I just pay a little attention to what's going on in Uncle Sam's family.

In other countries like the island nation, there's no time to bother with the messy things that happen; if you have the time, you might as well play more King of Glory."

After hearing this, Hu Biao, whose mentality was still somewhat affected by the Battle of Shanghai and who felt that the Japanese devils were extremely advanced and powerful, was quite surprised:

"Goodness! Kids nowadays actually have such a disdainful attitude towards the Japanese devils?"

Then I thought about it and realized that this is a good thing.

Isn’t this what the Sichuan Army, the Guangxi Army, and all the great ancestors of that time were looking forward to, or even dreaming of, when they risked their lives to fight and struggle?

Our country is becoming stronger and stronger, and our children are becoming more and more confident.

Those island devils who once clamored to destroy us in three months have now become other unimportant and non-threatening countries.

Just this one point, if our ancestors could know, they would have a smile on their faces even at the moment of death in battle.

At this point, Hu Biao no longer felt regretful for not seeing the familiar faces of his brothers from the Sichuan and Guangxi armies in the crowd.

He started walking with big strides, he wanted to have a good breakfast.

Because he needs to live well, live seriously, and live enough for his brothers...

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At 9 a.m., at the entrance of the outpatient building of Tianjin First People's Hospital.

"Damn it! That idiot Hu Biao has promised me many times.

As long as he is resurrected in the modern plane, no matter how serious the injuries were or how many problems the body has left, can he recover completely and instantly?

So what exactly is the problem with my current situation?"

AT covered his mouth with one hand, trying hard to hold back a cough, and complained silently in his heart.

At this moment, the expression on the young white-collar worker's face, in addition to some resentment towards Hu Biao, also contained an indescribable worry and lingering fear.

Because an hour ago, his father had poked his finger at his forehead and scolded him, and his mother had kicked him and slapped him twice on the back of the head.

In short, he was beaten up by his parents, a mixed team of men and women, early in the morning, and now he is full of depression.

As for AT's parents, why did they give him a mixed doubles beating? The reason was that his coughing scared their beloved grandson.

A little more detailed situation is as follows:

Just like the last time they traveled through time, Zhou Kun, Zhang Wei and others who died in battle had their souls teleported back to the modern plane and were resurrected again.

When AT, who had transformed into the last heartless shell outside the defense line of the heavy artillery battlefield and was directly blown into a ball of flesh and blood, opened his eyes again.

I found myself back in a residential complex in Tianjin, in a familiar and warm home.

In the previous second, there were the extremely intense shouts and sounds of gunfire, the hideous and twisted faces of the Japanese devils, and the companions and brothers who were fighting hard around them.

All of the above has disappeared without a trace.

He was wearing pajamas at the time, and every part of his body was as if everything he had experienced before was just a ridiculous dream after he fell asleep due to extreme sleepiness.

It wasn't until he found something beside the bed that he realized it was not a dream.

Among them are two photos, which are group photos with the Third Company and the Action Team after this time travel. They are exactly the same as the two new photos found in Hu Biao's place.

The only difference is that when AT looked at these photos with mixed feelings, he noticed this detail:
When I was taking a photo with the Sichuan Army brothers from the third company, I accidentally blinked, so my eyes were closed in the photo.

AT also found a Songhu commemorative medal; but for some reason, the 'Gansu Province Signed Edition Yuan Datou' that was placed together at the time is now nowhere to be found.

In addition, there was a Type 87 gas mask seized from the Japanese, which he always carried with him.

When looking at the gas mask, AT suddenly felt itchy on his face and throat; it seemed that the symptoms of mustard gas damaging his lungs at the battlefield of the Epiphany Temple appeared again.

Especially the throat was very itchy and I had a strong urge to cough.

Because the area they were in now was no longer a battlefield where they needed to be cautious, the young white-collar worker started coughing uncontrollably without thinking too much.

Suddenly, a coughing sound like a tractor's "Kang Kang Kang" came out of his mouth and immediately echoed in the room.

You know what! In the process of being able to cough whenever he wanted without restraint, he felt an indescribable sense of relief.

I feel that the modern dimension, which I had complained and despised countless times, is actually so beautiful.

Then, the son who was originally sleeping soundly was woken up. When the boy opened his round eyes and moved them around, the poor white-collar worker felt something was very wrong.

But before he could remedy the situation, his son opened his mouth and started crying loudly.
Not only did he wake up his wife, but the couple also spent a long time trying to coax the boy, and they couldn't sleep for half the night.

And the dire consequences have only just begun.

Early in the morning, when the parents came to see their eldest grandson, they learned about the situation, and a scene of men and women fighting and scolding each other ensued.

Then, they kicked him out of the house and told him to go to the hospital to see what was wrong.

They weren't worried about their son's health, but what if he kept coughing and scared their eldest grandson? He was treated like a gift for topping up his phone bill.

After complaining, AT walked straight into the outpatient building.

After a lot of registration, waiting, queuing, testing, and X-rays, he felt even more tired than after dealing with the two attacks by the Japanese.

The last deputy chief physician, who was probably completely bald from working overtime for a long time, gave the following diagnosis:

"Young man! Don't worry.

All the tests show that there is nothing wrong with your lungs, and your throat and bronchi are not inflamed, not even red or swollen.

It can be said that he is in good health in all aspects and is a healthy young man."

"But why do I always feel an itchy throat and want to cough? The cough is quite severe, like a tractor. What's going on?"

After hearing this, AT asked with a puzzled look on his face.

After thinking for a while, the bald deputy director said this:
"Anyway, there's nothing wrong with your organs. Could it be a mental problem? I'm not familiar with this area. Why don't you go see a neurology department?"

"Fuck! You're the one who's crazy, your whole family is crazy."

AT felt like his tail was stepped on, and he started to complain in his heart.

In the end, AT did not go to the neurology department. He just forced the bald deputy director to prescribe some Chinese patent medicine to clear his throat, reduce fire and relieve cough, and then returned home.

By this time, Mom and Dad had already returned home.

My son must have been exhausted last night, and now he is sleeping soundly like a lazy pig.

Seeing the boy's sleeping posture, a unique Chinese feeling of closeness towards those who carry on his bloodline surged up, and the white-collar worker's thoughts of waiting for the boy to grow up a little and give him a good beating magically disappeared...

　Ps: Men over 40 years old, their energy and brain are really not as good as before. I originally wanted to stick to a day.

　　But after trying for two days, I was able to do it; but I was not so satisfied with the quality; so let's ensure the quality of the book first, and then pursue the number of updates.

　　If I can write, I will try to write more, but I can't guarantee that I can write ten thousand words a day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)