The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 20 Please
...Many brothers would ask me to take care of their families before they died, and every time I would pat my chest and promise.

Even though I know that in such a chaotic time, I basically cannot make this guarantee.

But every time he made a promise, his expression and tone remained firm. Otherwise? Would it be necessary for the brothers to die with a mixture of reluctance and willingness, constantly looking back on their way to the underworld?

Anyway, in my long military career, I don't know how many people I promised, but I was able to take care of only a handful of them...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's collection "Hu Shuo"...

Facing Hu Biao, the question "Everyone, what are your plans next?"

Wang Peng, Zhou Kun and the other four people could naturally hear some other information represented by the latter; even the intention of Hu Biao to defend the No. 7 position to the death was clearly seen.

They were all at a loss as to what to choose.

Because if you escape, it means you can go to the Magic City Concession, which is a paradise of lights and wine.

Even if they wanted to do something for this war, with the scientific and historical knowledge they possessed, they could have played a greater role.

If they stayed, it would be a hell like a meat grinder, and they would probably die in the next battle; considering this, the choice was self-evident.

Therefore, after a few seconds of silence, the middle-aged greasy man Gao Yi was the first to speak:

"In the modern world, I've been scrimping and saving to pay off my mortgage for over thirteen years. It takes me a while to even think about buying a pack of good cigarettes.

It will take me more than a year to pay off my debts. I have finally made it. I am thinking of buying all the fishing rods and bracelets I have been dreaming of.

But if I die here, based on my understanding of my wife, she will definitely remarry with her children.

By then, there might be other men living in my house, sleeping in my bed, and beating my children. Damn it! Whenever I think about this, I can’t bear it…”

Hearing this, Hu Biao, as a man, felt inexplicably uncomfortable and interrupted Gao Yi's words directly.

He said sincerely, "Old Gao, you don't need to say anything. I understand your choice and I completely understand it."

Hu Biao wasn't talking nonsense; he completely understood and respected Gao Yi's approach. However, Gao Yi glared at him fiercely and started cursing:

"What do you know, provided I can go back too?

I've figured it out these past few days. I probably can't go back to the modern world. So, I'm not afraid of anything. I'll stay here and fight the devils to avenge my old squad leader and my brothers."

Good boy! This big turn in Gao Yi's words made Hu Biao a little confused.

When Hu Biao was speechless, Wang Peng also expressed his decision.

This fellow frowned and wrapped his burned palm with a strip of cloth torn from his hem, while saying arrogantly:

"You, Hu Biao, are not the only man with the guts to fight the Japanese.

'If there's a war, I'll return when called' is exactly what I'm talking about. In front of me, you're still just a commoner. How could I, a PLA veteran, run away while you're supposed to defend the position?

Zhang Wei: "Bullshit! You still don't understand me.

Wei Ge, when I was out there, I was always loyal and willing to help others. Although you guys are a bunch of losers, you are still my brothers, so I won't run away alone.

Stay and fight the devils, count me in."

At this point, four of the five-member team in the modern dimension have expressed their determination and attitude to stay in their positions and fight the Japanese to the death.

Only Zhou Kun hung his head, as if he had not yet recovered from the intense experience.

Seeing this, Hu Biao patted Zhou Kun on the shoulder and said softly:
"Old Zhou, if you want to leave, go ahead. You are obviously a cultured person, more knowledgeable in science and culture than us. You can play a greater role if you are still alive.

If the four of us die here, remember to burn more paper for us during the New Year and other festivals, so that we won’t be poor ghosts after we die.”

After Hu Biao patted his shoulder, Zhou Kun finally showed some reaction. He raised his head with a wry smile and said a string of information that stunned everyone:
"Brothers, I roughly know why I came to this world.

Before his death, the old squad leader told me that his hometown was Zhoujiapu, outside Weinan City, Shaanxi Province. Besides his wife, he had a son. He was a late-born child. His son, a little over two years old, was named Zhou Zhiguo. He was their only child, and he asked us to help take care of him.

If the above information is not enough, then the following content contains too much information.

"Zhou Zhiguo is the name of my grandfather. Our hometown is Zhoujiapu, outside Weinan City, Shaanxi Province. When I was a child, he told me many times that when his father died in the Battle of Shanghai, he was only a little over two years old.

It was only with the help of his father's brothers and sisters in the army that he was able to grow up in that chaotic era and even go to school. Otherwise, the orphan and his widowed mother would have starved to death long ago.

For this reason, the old man hated the Japanese all his life and loved this country very much.

Before I traveled through time, I had just had a big fight with my grandfather because I didn't want to go back to China to work; I think this was the reason why I traveled through time.

The old squad leader should be considered my great-grandfather, a relative of his."

After hearing this, Hu Biao and others were stunned.

At least a minute passed before Wang Peng weakly offered a suggestion: "Are we the ones who support and take care of your old man?
If we all die here, according to the so-called "time paradox", the generations of your Zhou family in the modern dimension.

Maybe it was because the old man starved to death when he was a child that he disappeared along with them.

How about you, Old Zhou, leave quickly and adopt your own grandfather?"

"I won't leave! If I don't avenge my great-grandfather, how can I let you do it?" Zhou Kun said this with a gritted teeth expression, without any of the elegance of a doctor.

*******
After all five of them decided to stay, things became simple. It became a matter of how to defend position No. 7, or kill more Japanese before they died.

They crouched down and began to move through the trenches, searching for usable weapons, ammunition and supplies.

After a while, all the usable items in the trenches were gathered together; after counting, the situation was not very optimistic.

There is a Czech light machine gun, and the corresponding 7.62mm caliber pointed bullets, a total of only 27 rounds.

There were two P28 submachine guns, but all the 9mm caliber bullets were not enough to fill a 20-round magazine.

There are quite a lot of Hanyang rifles, with a total of 41 collected. Unfortunately, the corresponding 7.62mm caliber round-nose bullets only have a total of 36.

There were no grenades or explosive packs at all.

Seeing the limited ammunition, the five men felt extremely uneasy for a moment, because they couldn't even last a battle. Were they supposed to let these rookies fight the Japanese with bayonets?

As for going to the front of the position to clean up the battlefield and grab weapons and ammunition from the corpses of the Japanese devils?
Don't think about it. It's true that the Japanese retreated, but the artillery bombardment continued.

In addition, these bastards took advantage of the fact that there were no cannons on their position, not even a single intact heavy machine gun, and they had no way to threaten them, so they retreated to a place more than 400 meters away.

With the current marksmanship of the Japanese veterans, going out to clean up the battlefield will only make them targets.

Maybe after it gets completely dark, I can sneak out and clean up the battlefield; after all, there has been a large, thick cloud in the sky since the afternoon, and the night must be very dark.

But no one knew when the Japanese would launch an attack, and whether they could survive until night.

That’s right! Hu Biao and his team were at a company headquarters, a large anti-artillery cave reinforced with logs, when they found Master Feng’s bag containing the camera.

But this thing is of no use at all now.

Faced with the extremely bad situation above, Wang Peng, who was determined to avenge his great-grandfather, looked at Wang Peng expectantly and made a serious request.

"Lao Wang, aren't you a PLA veteran?
I'm the only professional among us, so I need to think of some way to improve my combat effectiveness. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of not being able to kill a few more devils before I die."

After hearing Zhou Kun's request, Wang Peng felt speechless, as if he had been fucked by a husky. He was indeed a serious PLA veteran, but even the best cook could not cook without rice.

There are no soldiers, no weapons and ammunition. How can he produce them?
But he still looked around, trying to find a way; if for no other reason, just because he wanted to kill a few more Japanese devils before he died.

Don't tell me! When his eyes looked at a certain place, they suddenly lit up...

(End of this chapter)