The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 182 What are you looking at? (Additional chapter 511 for the colorist)

"What the hell! Why didn't he reply to my messages or answer my calls? What the hell is going on?"

Looking at the unanswered chat interface on his phone, as well as several missed video calls, Black Star muttered this.

At this moment, almost an hour and a half had passed since they returned to the modern plane.

What made Black Star so excited was that after he opened his eyes, smoked a cigarette and adjusted his mood, he found something very different at the head of the bed.

The first thing Black Star saw was a familiar black and white photo, a photo that was suggested by the foreign reporter Harrison Foreman and then taken for them.

The photos looked yellowed, as if they had gone through decades of time.

Captain Xie, the more than 524 surviving brothers of the th Regiment, including the wounded, were lined up in several rows of different heights, leaning closely against each other.

Perhaps because they knew that the photos taken by the foreign reporters would eventually be published in foreign newspapers, everyone no longer had the playful smiles they had in previous group photos, and all of them had determined expressions on their faces.

Only Black Star knew that after experiencing a series of subsequent battles and breaking through the Japanese blockade at the Garbage Bridge.

I'm afraid that only a little more than half of the brothers in the photo survived.

In addition, there is a bayonet of a Zhongzheng rifle, a Tony helmet, the iconic symbol of the Gui army, a M35 helmet, the iconic symbol of the German-equipped division, and an imitation M30 gas mask.

If the above items were successfully brought back, it would be relatively easy.

Then when Black Star saw some other items, he could no longer remain calm.

First, he saw an exquisite jade pendant in the shape of a boy. The pendant was not big, so it weighed only about 60 to 70 grams.

But Black Star couldn't help but remember one thing. He had heard it from Annie in the Sihang Warehouse.

She spent 50 pounds to buy this thing in a pawn shop in Shanghai. It is said to be produced in the middle and late period of Daqing, and the material is the best quality Hetian jade.

Therefore, we will not mention this Hetian jade boy pendant because of the premium brought by the excellent knife work.

The value of high-quality Hetian jade itself is, in modern times, worth tens of thousands per gram; so this pendant in your hand is worth at least one to eight hundred thousand.

"Good boy! After traveling through time and space so many times, I finally see my money paid back."

While complaining, Black Star carefully placed the jade pendant into the bedside table.

However, he was mentally prepared to ask Hu Biao and the others what spoils they brought back; if there were any, then forget it, but if not, he would just contribute this pendant.

Ask Old Cucumber to help purchase some more capable weapons, such as the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

After traveling through time and space twice, dancing on the line of death many times, and seeing too many brothers die in bloody battles, I felt really sad.

Black Star's heart unconsciously became open-minded. What's the deal with money? Having it is best, of course, but there are many more precious things in the world than money.

With this mood, Black Star opened an old-fashioned envelope.

After pouring out the contents, Black Star began to tremble all over due to excessive excitement.

Because there was another black and white photo inside, but in the photo, the great man was standing in front of a cave with a smile on his face; turning to the back, you could see a few lines of sincere words.

The most crucial part is the "Gift to Black Star" and the familiar signature at the end.

In front of this photo, the Hetian jade boy jade pendant that was just considered useless by Black Star Baby has become garbage.

Black Star could be said to have made up his mind in an instant, even if the cost of purchasing weapons this time was not enough after selling the jade pendant.

He would rather sell the house than keep the photo as a family heirloom.

This was also the fundamental reason why Hei Xing had been sending messages and making phone calls to Hu Biao for some time before.

Think about it! Even he received an autographed photo, so that damn loser Hu Biao must have even more.

For example, handwritten poems or something like that.

Unfortunately, no one knew where Hu Biao had gone; he couldn't get in touch with him. Seeing the sky dimly light outside the window, Hei Xing could only suppress his anxiety, get up, and put on his sneakers and sportswear.

I even carried a backpack filled with four bricks, weighing about ten kilograms, and started a ten-kilometer morning run.

It was true that Black Star died in the Sihang Warehouse during this time of travel; but just like the white-collar worker AT who had died in the Japanese heavy artillery position in front of the Enlightenment Temple, Black Star also firmly believed in one thing:
Nothing is absolute in this world! In the future, he will definitely have the opportunity to return to an era and fight alongside his ancestors...

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He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Hei Xing felt that this morning's weighted run was much easier than before.

So he increased his efforts and persisted until he finished running 15 kilometers before stopping in a sweat.

By this time, the sky was already completely bright; Hei Xing drank boiled water in small sips while walking slowly to calm his breath.

Because next, he still had several sets of frog jumps, push-ups, sit-ups and other subjects to do.

But the next second, Black Star sprayed out the water in his mouth and stared straight ahead.

All this happened because there was a small roadside stall selling spicy soup just five or six meters away from him; on a simple dining table, a man was happily eating a fried bun and a mouthful of spicy soup.

His facial features and eating habits were exactly the same as Zhu Dashan, the defeated soldier of the Northeast Army who blocked a bullet for him at the Sihang Warehouse.

"It turns out that Hu Biao was not lying. Those brothers who died in the battle have a new life in this beautiful era."

As this thought arose in his head, Black Star, a grown man, actually felt his nose getting sore and he wanted to cry.

Because such a result is really too good.

However, unlike Hu Biao, Hei Xing did not nod and say hello to Zhu Dashan in the modern dimension and leave; because he was still thinking about treating him to a good meal of pork stewed with vermicelli.

Open a bottle of good wine and enjoy the meal while drinking it.

Instead of being like the four generals in the warehouse, who held on with all their might, hurriedly finished a bowl of food, and then died.

However, perhaps the look in Black Star's eyes when he looked at Zhu Dashan in the modern plane was too scorching. Before he could figure out how to approach and invite him, the other party had already felt his scorching gaze and some misunderstandings arose.

He turned his head, glared at Black Star fiercely, and then said something classic from the Northeast: "What are you looking at?"

He'd definitely read too many jokes, so Black Star instinctively said, "What are you doing?"

Zhu Dashan in the modern dimension also had this instinct and immediately stood up and rushed towards Black Star.

But when he rushed over, Black Star gave him a big hug and even patted him hard on the back a few times.

The absolutely sincere emotion that could only burst out when old friends meet made Zhu Dashan in the modern dimension feel a little confused.

"Sorry! I recognized the wrong person." Black Star explained as if to make amends, and then made a request:

"You and I have a comrade named Zhu Dashan. We look a lot alike. Meeting is fate. How about I treat you to a meal?
How about finding a Northeastern Chinese restaurant and having all-you-can-eat pork and vermicelli stew?"

Should I say it or not? This was the only excuse he could come up with in a short period of time. Black Star silently praised his own cleverness.

The only pity is that Zhu Dashan in the modern dimension not only didn't appreciate it, but also turned around and walked away cursing:
"How can you invite people to drink and eat meat so early in the morning? It's just pure nonsense.

Besides! I have high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high blood lipids. My wife on a business trip deliberately told me to control my diet and move my legs. She treated me to pork stewed with vermicelli and alcohol. Isn’t this harmful?

When these words fell into Black Star's ears, he was stunned for a long time.

The main reason is that Zhu Dashan, who is from two different worlds, has a very different opinion on pork stewed with vermicelli.

But when I think back, it seems that having such a difference is not bad; Zhu Dashan, who was dying in the Sihang Warehouse, probably would not have dared to have the thought of "being tired of eating pork stewed with vermicelli" before he died.

"If you don't want to eat, forget it. I'll go eat it myself."

With this thought in mind, Hei Xing strode towards a relatively authentic Northeastern restaurant in his memory.

Even halfway through, the image of pork stewed with vermicelli seemed to have already surfaced in his mind. The rich aroma of the meat and the smooth texture of the vermicelli made the saliva secretion in his mouth accelerate...

(End of this chapter)