The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 197: It’s so frustrating!
After a long wait, until about 2:30 in the afternoon, Hu Biao and others finally received their arrangements.

A young second lieutenant, accompanied by a dozen Sichuan Army soldiers, walked straight up to them, who were squatting or sitting lazily under a crooked willow tree.

After seeing the situation of these people clearly, the expressions of Hu Biao and other time travelers, whether they were veterans or novices, instantly became wonderful.

The main reason is that in their impression, the Sichuan Army brothers were very decisive in fighting the Japanese.

However, due to various reasons, their weapons and equipment were varied, the soldiers looked malnourished, and their military appearance was not very good, so they were called the beggar troops.

However, the appearance of this group of people was even worse than the Sichuan Army they had seen along the way.

There are eleven people in total, and all of them are old and weak.

The oldest one among them had some gray hair on his temples, and he was probably fifty years old.

The smallest one was no taller than 1.5 meters, with a faint circle of fuzz hanging at the corner of his mouth, which made people strongly doubt whether he was sixteen years old.

The weapons and equipment they carried were also quite poor.

The young second lieutenant had a Mauser pistol tucked onto his waist, but the mottled, scratched body of the gun showed that the gun might be even older than the second lieutenant himself.

Among the ten Sichuan Army soldiers, only four Sichuan-made Type 4 rifles were seen, which means that 2.5 people shared one rifle.

There were also seven people carrying large knives, and each of them had one or two grenades.

It was probably because of the above reasons that their eyes instantly became hot after they saw the various large and small firearms on Hu Biao and others.

Upon seeing this, Hu Biao and the others felt a pang of fear in their hearts, and secretly cried out that something was wrong.

After all, they are now defeated soldiers. If these Sichuan troops are jealous of their equipment and want to disarm them directly, it will be a big trouble.

If you don't give it to me, will I resort to violence? We are all brothers fighting against the Japanese, so some people can't bring themselves to do it.

Let them go and surrender their weapons, what will they use in the future?

Fortunately, this terrible situation did not happen again. The young lieutenant stood in front of them and shouted a command to them:
"stand at attention!"

Following this order, Hu Biao and fifteen others quickly stood up and formed a sparse team of varying heights.

After everyone was seated, the young second lieutenant continued, "According to the regimental headquarters' order, you will be immediately assigned to the engineering platoon directly under the 122th Regiment of the nd Division. I am your platoon leader, Nanfeng.

Now tell me your names, places of origin, educational level, military ranks, positions, etc., so I can register them."

As he spoke, he took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket.

After hearing this, Hu Biao immediately assumed a standard military stance, chest out and abdomen in, and said loudly, "Hu Yitong, formerly the sergeant squad leader of the Special Service Company of the 55th Division of the 29th Army, studied in junior high school for one year..."

It should be noted that during the period of waiting for arrangements, Hu Biao and his team not only gained a basic understanding of the situation of the novice time travelers.

The identity information of all of them who traveled through time was also uniformly fabricated in advance based on the markings on their military uniforms.

The main identity of "Hu Biao, Hu Tuanzuo" must not be exposed now.

No way! Only by experiencing this era firsthand can one understand the staggering profits cheap penicillin represents in the modern world, and how it drives all forces crazy.

Anyway, before finding out more information, Si Pujie didn't dare to say the name "Hu Biao" to anyone.

Even the name "Hu Delu", which was used once in the Sihang Warehouse, was not dared to be mentioned to others.

In desperation, he could only take another pseudonym of "Hu Yitong"; the same situation happened to other veteran time travelers.

After Hu Biaoshuai first reported a string of false information, the rest of the people also spoke one by one.

During the recording process, Platoon Leader Nanfeng couldn't help but smile, as if he had picked up a treasure.

Although Hu Biao and his team intentionally concealed a lot of information and kept a low profile, the identity information they had discussed in advance still sounded quite extraordinary.

All fifteen of them could read, which was a remarkable feat in those days.

In addition, there are veterans, machine gunners, sharpshooters, electricians, engineers and other talents; even the three female soldiers are medics who can shoot and save lives.

This is absolutely great news for young military officers who are full of vigor and ambition to achieve great things.

After completing the registration, Nan Feng pondered for a moment and made an arrangement:
"You are a group of 15 people, 12 of whom are male soldiers. You will be temporarily organized into the third squad of the engineering platoon, with Sergeant Hu Yitong as the squad leader and Uncle Bo as the deputy squad leader. The other three female soldiers will be organized into the platoon's direct medical team. We will adjust the situation later based on the situation.

You haven't had lunch yet, have you? Old Smoker, take them to the regiment kitchen and get them something to eat.

Hu Biao and other veterans naturally had no objection to Nanfeng's arrangement.

A group of novice time travelers, because they traveled through time in the middle of the night, their dinner had long been digested; after traveling through time, they carried supplies and walked a long distance, and were now starving.

When they heard that they would have lunch, everyone's mood immediately became quite good.

No! The above statement is not quite accurate.

Because when they were walking towards the kitchen, among the eight novice time travelers, there was Mr. Nan Ze, a tea profiteer from the modern dimension.

With his head drooped and his brows deeply furrowed, he looked like he was worried about something.

The reason why Mr. Nan Ze had such a strange reaction was certainly not because he knew that the Sichuan Army’s food was terrible and he should not have any expectations for the so-called lunch.

In fact, he had already felt a strong sense of unease when he saw Lieutenant Nanfeng, a face that felt very kind and inexplicably familiar.

When the other party said the name "Nanfeng", he even felt like the sky was falling.

No other reason! His grandfather's name was Nanfeng. When I was a child, I heard him talk about it more than once. He participated in the Battle of Xuzhou and was a second lieutenant in the National Army at that time.

However, when the Anti-Japanese War ended and the two parties were fighting, he deserted and secretly ran back home.

Mr. Nan Ze has always firmly believed in the above statement.

Because when he was a child, he remembered that there was a bayonet at home, and he had stolen it to play with it several times; he also saw a deep scar on the old man's waist where a piece of flesh was missing.

It is said that he was stabbed by the Japanese with a knife. If the blade had been just an inch deeper, the old man would have died in the battle. If that had been the case, the Nan family, with its large number of members today, would probably not be here.

So not only did he travel back to the Anti-Japanese War period, but he also met his own grandfather?
Then a series of extremely important questions arise. Originally, the old man did not die in this war; but would his arrival cause some small changes to history, thereby unfortunately causing the old man to die in battle?

According to the time paradox, would it be possible that because of the old man’s death in battle, the entire Nan family in the modern dimension would also disappear?
Mr. Nan Ze pondered this carefully and discovered that there were more possibilities. He immediately felt uneasy and worried...

******
Hu Biao and his friends' lunch was actually just a bowl of leftover rice, soaked in hot water, and some pickles.

During the meal, Hu Biao and other old birds, including Annie, had expressionless faces and quickly finished everything.

Even if the leftover brown rice contained a lot of sand and stones, he didn't show any disgust.

Among the eight rookies, five of them, including the mixed-race girl Zanana, the wizard, Van Gogh, Lao Yu, and Lentil, finished eating the rice soaked in water, although they frowned.

The remaining three people, Mr. Nan Ze, Xiang Cai and Gong Zi, looked like they couldn't eat.

Among them, Xiangcai and Gongzi simply disliked the food; after taking a bite or two, they said they were not hungry anymore and stopped eating.

During this process, Mr. Nan Ze heard the cook and the old smoker from the kitchen squad complaining to each other about Nan Feng, the second lieutenant platoon leader:
He is not a talented student who graduated from a military academy at all, and he is not even a graduate of a military academy in any place.

After the September 18th Incident, he gave up writing and joined the army. However, because his family had some money and he was a high school student and a cultured person, he joined the 727th Regiment after some arrangements and became a junior officer.

But the commanders in the regiment are not stupid. They would never let such a young man who knows nothing lead the troops to fight.

He got a dozen old, weak, sick and disabled people and formed an engineering platoon for him to lead.

But Nanfeng was obsessed with making achievements and was hiding the officers in the regiment every day to replenish his forces. So today, he happened to have gathered some defeated soldiers and handed them over to him.

After listening to the above complaints, the image of a passionate anti-Japanese youth suddenly became fuller in Mr. Nan Ze's mind.

If it were anyone else who had this kind of passionate predecessor, Mr. Nan Ze would definitely be full of admiration.

But what his old man said! This guy is worried to death at this moment.

After all, even his father is nowhere to be found now; if anything happens to the old man, how can the next two or three generations survive?
"Fuck! Don't run away yet. Stay by the old man's side. If things go badly, even if we knock him out, we have to take him away."

Finally, Mr. Nan Ze made up his mind and told himself silently...

(End of this chapter)