The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 154 Desire
At 11:39 am, the show, which many people in Shanghai had been waiting for for half a day, finally began, much to the delight of the crowd.

Hu Biao and his men on the north bank were responsible for throwing the devils, while those on the south bank were responsible for counting.

Because last night, Hu Biao and his men left more than a hundred Japanese corpses behind, and they killed more Japanese in today's battle, so the scene of throwing away the Japanese corpses today was bigger and more lasting.

At the beginning, a unanimous voice called out, and Hu Biao directed Siyu, Huang Yizi, Chen Tang, Xufeng and other novice time travelers.

In the previous battles, some Kuomintang brothers who performed particularly well lifted up the Japanese soldiers in pairs and threw them up one by one.

The counting sound on the south bank of Suzhou River also counted from '1' to '573' before it stopped completely.

573 people were killed, but this number is certainly not the entire victory of the defenders this morning.

That was before this, and some of the wounded had been transported to the field hospital by the Japanese in advance, and some of the bodies outside had not been brought back in time.

In fact, according to the estimates of Hu Biao and others, the Japanese side lost at least 600 people in the battle this morning alone.

But even so, after a total of 573 Japanese corpses were left behind, it still shocked countless people.

This greatly inspired the spirits of our compatriots on the south bank of Suzhou.

Listening to the earth-shaking cheers from the opposite side, Hu Biao couldn't help but feel relieved, because the scene of his compatriots' high morale was exactly what they were pursuing.

That’s right! That’s it.

First of all, the bald principal hoped to win the initiative in the conference of the signatory nations of the Nine-Power Treaty by relying on the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, and it would be best to intervene directly.

Hu Biao and the others all scoffed at it, thinking it was a rather unrealistic fantasy.

You are already a grown-up, why are you still so naive?
Those foreign devils are just guys who only care about their own interests. How could they take action themselves if their interests are not threatened?

However, this defensive battle unexpectedly achieved some other effects.

In particular, it attracted the attention of the international community, and the exemplary power set in the process, which boosted the morale of the military and civilians across the country and called on everyone to resist to the end, is of great significance.

We even hope to use more glorious achievements than in history to serve as a greater incentive.

You have to know that it is only the end of 37, and there are still more than seven years to go in this battle to defend our country. The most difficult time has not yet come.

This is also the biggest reason why Hu Biao has always enjoyed doing this and leading everyone to throw away the corpses of the Japanese.

Just think about it, in future battles and resistances, just think of the large number of Japanese soldiers' bodies, which were stripped naked like pigs, and were thrown down one by one from the roof of the Sihang Warehouse.

I think our compatriots and ancestors will have less fear of the powerful Japanese invaders.

In other words, they were worried that throwing a living person directly would be seen by onlookers and would trigger public opinion that it was "too barbaric" and "uncivilized."

Believe it or not, Hu Biao will capture alive those wounded Japanese soldiers just now.

Then let them free fall from a height of dozens of meters while screaming in fear?
After throwing the devils away, Hu Biao did not stay on the rooftop and hurried to the fifth floor; because before he threw the devils away, the casualties of his side had not been counted.

Even so, having personally experienced the entire battle, he knew that the number of casualties must be considerable.

What he didn't know was that because of the activity of throwing the devils just now, many important figures or people with special identities in the crowd on the other side of Suzhou River suddenly had some ideas in their minds.

And soon began to prepare and take action...

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"Captain Hu, the casualty statistics for this morning have been released.

A total of 41 of our brothers were killed in action, and 53 were seriously injured. 27 of our brothers were seriously injured, and even with your batch of medicine, many of them might not survive this night."

As soon as Hu Biao arrived at the fifth floor, a lieutenant deputy company commander from the 524th Regiment came to greet him.

He gave the casualty figures in a tone that was almost like a report.

Throughout the whole process, there was no sense that there was anything wrong with him, as an officer, saying these things to a mere squad leader who had only joined the regiment a few days ago.

Such reputation and status were entirely earned by Hu Biao and his team with countless outstanding performances and solid achievements in the past two days.

But at this moment, Hu Biao did not have any conceited thoughts in his mind.

Mainly due to yesterday's casualties, the 524th Regiment in the warehouse has lost a quarter of its combat personnel; there are still two and a half days left, can the Sihang Warehouse be held?
In the end, Hu Biao suppressed his confusion and politely thanked the deputy company commander.

Afterwards, he headed straight for the area where the seriously injured were being stored, intending to see if there was any way to reduce the number of deaths among the seriously injured. As he approached, he immediately spotted Chen Tang and Si Yu, two PLA veterans from the modern dimension, surrounding Mo Shuiyan, a newbie, with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Upon seeing this, Hu Biao couldn't help but feel a huge shock in his heart.

He vaguely remembered that Mo Shuiyan's calf was injured by grenade fragments during the battle, so he should not have died; could it be that something unexpected happened in the subsequent battle?
"What's going on with Mo Shuiyan?" Hu Biao asked nervously after walking over.

Facing the question, Chen Tang said helplessly: "There is a piece of grenade fragment stuck in Mo Shuiyan's calf, right between the blood vessels and some meridians.

If it is not removed, his leg will never heal.

If we take it out forcibly, with the skills of Dead Fish and I, there is a high probability that the blood vessels and meridians will be broken, and then the leg will be completely useless.

How about you look for someone else and see if they have the skills and confidence to remove the fragments?"

After hearing this, Hu Biao couldn't help but utter a curse word "Fuck"; because there was no real doctor in their team of time travelers.

Chen Tang and Siyu, two veterans who served in the PLA and had been exposed to and learned some battlefield first aid knowledge, were at the ceiling of their Chinese medicine skills.

In fact, their medical skills are even better than those of the medical soldiers of the 524th Regiment.

So if even the two of them were not sure, it would be even more impossible for others to successfully remove the shrapnel.

Finally, Hu Biao asked Mo Shuiyan, who was smoking silently, "Tell me! What do you think? Are you willing to take a gamble?
If you're willing to gamble, let them remove the fragments for you immediately and stop wasting time."

After thinking for a while, Mo Shuiyan gave his answer: "It's better not to remove it. Just bandage it and take some anti-inflammatory medicine to prevent the wound from getting worse.

Anyway, I can recover after returning to the modern plane. Although it is inconvenient to move with one leg now, I can still play a role in the defense."

Seeing that Mo Shuiyan had made his choice, Hu Biao did not continue to dwell on this issue.

Instead, he asked the dead fish, "By the way, who are the others at Black Star?"

Dead Fish didn't say anything, but raised his arm and pointed. Hu Biao turned his head and looked along his arm, and found that Black Star was sitting in front of Zhu Dashan, a former defeated soldier of the Northeast Army, with a look of grief that he had never seen before.

Without waiting for Hu Biao to ask, Siyu began to explain how Zhu Dashan helped to block the bullet in order to save Hei Xing.

Chen Tang then added:
"Zhu Dashan received first aid from the medics, so he didn't die immediately. However, his injuries were too severe, and even after using all available means, he still wouldn't survive the night."

Hu Biao was naturally helpless in dealing with such medical issues.

After he walked in front of Zhu Dashan, he looked at the old soldier who looked weak but still had some consciousness, and said solemnly:

"Brother Zhu, I won't say anything to bluff you, but I'm afraid you won't make it through today.

Now leave me the address of your hometown in Northeast China. If I have the chance in the future, I will visit you in person, or ask someone to send your pension to your wife and children so that their lives will be a little better.

Also, if you have any other wishes, please tell us and we will do whatever we can to help you."

After hearing Hu Biao's solemn promise, Zhu Dashan's face lit up. He first told Hu Biao the address of his hometown, the names of his parents, wife, and children.

I watched Hu Biao take out a small notebook and write it down carefully.

After that, he said slowly: "Squad Leader Hu, if possible, I would like to eat a few mouthfuls of pork stewed with vermicelli and corn porridge before I die.

Let me tell you, when my wife makes grits porridge, she soaks the grits and kidney beans that night.

I got up early in the morning, brought it to a boil over high heat and then simmered it over low heat. Even without adding any sugar, the corn tasted soft and the kidney beans melted in my mouth. It was so sweet and delicious.

During the Chinese New Year and other festivals, my wife also makes pork stewed with vermicelli.

The pork slices are so fragrant they're intoxicating, yet not at all greasy; the vermicelli noodles have absorbed the broth, being slippery and slightly chewy, even more delicious than meat.

Hearing such a voice full of emotions and memories, Hu Biao felt his eyes become moist.

For every Chinese, there is no way to let go of the taste of their hometown before dying. Taking a deep breath, Hu Biao agreed:

"Brother Zhu, hold on a little longer. I'll definitely let you eat tonight..."

(End of this chapter)