The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 170 The third day has passed (Additional chapter 110 for the color shadow master)

At 9:47 that evening, Hu Biao and his team finally completed the initial work; they reinforced the defensive fortifications and treated and bandaged the wounded on their side.

He shot the seriously wounded Japanese soldier again and prepared to throw him off the roof the next morning.

The number of Japanese corpses collected today has reached an astonishing four-digit number, so it is destined that the pile of Japanese corpses outside the building tomorrow will pile up into a high hill.

At this time, Hu Biao and his friends finally had time to eat, their second meal of the day: steamed buns that were originally intended for lunch, plus some boiled tap water.

But while eating the steamed buns, everyone was silent, making the atmosphere in the warehouse so dead silent that it was a little scary.

Because before eating, the number of people who were still breathing in the warehouse was counted.

Including Captain Xie, there are now only 285 defenders left out of the original or so.

After killing and wounding so many Japanese soldiers, this number seems quite high, right? However, the number of seriously injured alone reached as many as 179.

If it weren't for the medicines provided by Hu Biao and his team, only one-third of the seriously injured patients would have survived.

Each of the remaining 106 people had some minor injuries, but still maintained basic combat effectiveness.

Among Hu Biao and the other nine time travelers, the situation is also quite bad; among them, Black Star has not woken up yet after his legs were broken.

I even have a fever now and haven't passed the critical period.

Xufeng's condition was better. He was able to stand up and walk slowly on his own. However, the occasional coughing and the spitting out of blood-rich saliva looked really scary.

Another point is that when veteran players like Hu Biao and Bo Shu hear this kind of coughing, they often can't help but think of their old teammate AT.

Inexplicably, there is a sinful sense of intimacy.

Chen Tang, whose ear was knocked off, now has his head wrapped in gauze like his third brother, and it takes him half a day to finish a steamed bun.

The fat Huang A-di who was shot in the stomach was very lucky, or perhaps he should be grateful for the whole piece of abdominal muscle on his stomach despite weighing more than 200 pounds.

After being slowed down by the DIY bulletproof plate, the bullet was blocked by the fat on the belly.

So the bullet failed to penetrate his stomach and rupture his intestines.

But it also knocked off a large piece of fat, causing his stomach to hurt whenever he moved slightly.

Huang Yizi, the fat man who had two fingers broken, and the other one now looked quite listless after sitting together. Even their appetite seemed to have decreased significantly.

Mo Shuiyan still had a piece of broken fragment stuck in his calf, and his leg was now swollen.

That was because his wounds had been opened several times during the battle and were showing signs of becoming infected.

In short, after such tragic casualties, when everyone came out of the frenzy of the battle, they were no longer in the mood to speak.

Especially when we think about how we only have so few troops left, and how our automatic weapons, such as light and heavy machine guns and submachine guns, have been damaged in large quantities and their ammunition has been used up in the battle, we wonder how we are going to face the Japanese attack tomorrow.

Everyone's face was filled with sorrow.

This situation continued until Captain Xie appeared with gauze wrapped around his neck.

He took a letter and began to read: "Brothers, I have a letter from home that I found on a brother who died in the battle. Let me read it to you.

Let you know that our brothers are not actually afraid of death.

Hello, Mom, brother, sister-in-law, and sister!

…I heard from my superiors that we were about to leave for Shanghai to fight the Japanese, and I didn't know if I could survive. I hurriedly wrote this letter and put it in the shoulder bag my eldest brother bought for me…

The army gave us a cotton-padded jacket, which I'll give to my mom. The cotton-padded trousers might be a bit longer, so I'll give them to my second brother.

I also saved up two new pairs of leather shoes, which I gave to my eldest brother and sister-in-law. I had the old pair repaired by a shoemaker, so they can still be worn for a while...

When you see this letter, I have already sacrificed my life. Please don't be sad, Mom. You and everyone else should be proud. I sacrificed my life for my country, which is very glorious.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved at the same time. Big brother, second brother, sister-in-law, and elder sister, Dad passed away early, and it was Mom who worked hard to raise us. Please don't let her be too sad. Mom will be handed over to you to fulfill your filial duties...

The commander said that if we died fighting the Japanese, we would be given a pension. We should keep one-third of the money for our mother, one-third for our eldest brother and his wife, and one-third for our second brother and sister.

Alright! That's all I'll write. The commander will call for an assembly soon... Mom, I'll kneel down in the direction of home, just like I'm bowing to you..."

When Captain Xie read this letter from home in a strong Hakka accent.

Everyone's heart was filled with great sadness, but amidst the sadness, they also found the courage to fight.

As the brother who wrote the letter said: What if they all died in battle tomorrow? They sacrificed their lives for the country, which is very glorious.

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At 10:, except for Hu Biao and others who were keeping watch with twenty or thirty people, everyone else began to rest.

However, when they rested like this, they would just find a place to sleep with their rifles in their arms; once the Japanese attacked, they could immediately join the battle.

After everyone went to bed, Hu Biao took out the hidden radio and contacted Annie using clumsy methods.

During the contact, they learned that the evacuation plan at 31 a.m. on the 1st had been finalized with the Sassoon family; and the manpower and attention of the Military Control Commission would be drawn there, so there was no need to worry about Hu Biao's identity being exposed.

The tasks of contacting our party members and delivering medicines have all been completed.

Even in the future, I might get poems written by the great man himself, signed photos and many other good news, and my mood finally improved.

I know tomorrow is the last day. As long as I can get through this last day, everything will be as beautiful as the vast sea allowing fish to leap and the sky allowing birds to fly...

At 11:40, at the temporary command post of the Japanese Special Marine Corps in Modu.

Their former commander, Rear Admiral Okawachi, was drinking wine happily and singing Japanese waka with his adjutant.

That’s right! Just drinking and singing.

Whether it is Okawachi who will be forced to retire next, or the adjutant who will be ostracized and suppressed even if he can continue to stay in the army, and his future is bleak.

At this moment, both of them were lying completely flat.

There was no longer the superior-subordinate relationship of the past. After closing the door, they opened a few cans and each of them drank a small pot of sake.

It just so happened that these two little Japanese had never eaten any good pork, and they were even more addicted to drinking.

Before he had even finished his two taels of wine, he took off his shirt, tied a cloth belt around his head, and started singing and dancing like crazy, looking very happy and joyful.

But suddenly, Okawachi's head tilted and he fainted on the ground.

There was difficulty breathing, a gradual drop in body temperature, and a pulse that was initially too rapid but then gradually slowed down.

After pinching Okawachi's head several times without waking him up, the adjutant, who was drunk, was immediately awakened by the shock and rushed out of the room, shouting:

"Military doctor, call a military doctor quickly, His Excellency Okawa is dying."

A few minutes later, a military doctor carrying a small medicine box hurried over. He listened to the heartbeat, lifted up Okawachi's eyelids and took a look, and then did some more examinations.

With great doubts, an answer was given:
"Minister Okawa is dead, presumably from a sudden heart attack.

What's strange is the health of Mr. Okawa. I checked him not long ago and he was very healthy, without any symptoms of heart disease. How could this happen?
Could it be that he had a heart attack after being frightened by the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse?

Ten minutes later, Matsui Ishige, who had already fallen asleep, was woken up and learned the news.

Perhaps he was still half asleep, it took Matsui several minutes to digest this ridiculous news. He frowned and gave an order:
"Inform everyone that the news of Okawachi's death is strictly confidential. Wait at least a month before announcing his death to the public. Say he died of a sudden heart attack at home in the island nation.

If an imperial general were frightened to death, it would bring far more shame to the empire than if he died in battle..."

Regarding the above situation, Hu Biao and others who can only stay in the warehouse at the moment naturally know nothing about it.

However, they forced themselves to stay alert and took a tour around the warehouse.

Hu Biao raised his wrist and glanced at the time on it, and found that it was already 03:, so he knew that the third day of the Battle of Sihang Warehouse was finally over.

(End of this chapter)