The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 305 Enemy's Whereabouts Revealed (Bonus Chapter 250 for the Emergence of the Color Master)

On October 27th, around 10 PM.

Because of the arrival of winter, it has been dark for almost an hour in Zhangjiayu.

And there was a dark, heavy cloud in the sky, and the howling wind stung people's faces; it seemed that the first snow of the year was about to fall tonight.

Even so, Zhangjiayu, nestled in a remote mountain valley, was unusually lively at this moment.

Just kidding! Today is a day of triple celebration!

Even after all that work, and it was almost dark, Hu Biao, after a moment's thought, made a decision that everyone cheered for:
Slaughter the pig, and have a good feast tonight.

First, we welcomed and entertained the group of comrades from our Party who came to help and learn, as well as the brothers from the Jin-Sui Army who were escorting the weapons.

Secondly, it's a way to reward everyone in the regiment. Everyone has been working hard lately, so all the scheduled overtime and training sessions have been cancelled. Let's all get a good night's rest.

After some discussion, the group decided to slaughter five pigs that night.

You should know that the regimental headquarters alone had more than 600 people. If you add our Party comrades, an infantry company of the Jin-Sui Army, and the staff of various arsenals, there would be about 1400 people.

Besides, they can't just eat meat while the villagers of Zhangjiayu only smell the aroma, can they? If you include them, there are 1600 people.

If we didn't slaughter a couple more pigs, there wouldn't be enough food for so many people.

As for the remaining eight pigs, they were naturally reserved for the first, second, and third battalions, plus the independent battalion, so that each of these four battalions would receive two pigs.

After all, these fat pigs were brought back by Chief of Staff Anne to reward all the members of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment.

If we forget to give them any, believe me, Mr. Nanze, Old Ma, and Van Gogh will come back and make a scene.

So, even though it was almost freezing cold at night, Zhangjiayu was bustling with activity.

At the village entrance, several large pots were lined up, the water inside boiling over a high flame. Five large, fat pigs were dragged out and held down by the young men.

Amidst the piercing squeals of the pig, many soldiers and villagers gathered around, their eyes filled with eager anticipation as they gazed at the large, fat pig.

Among them were many children from Zhangjiayu, who were shouting "We're eating meat! We're eating big, fatty meat!" with indescribable joy.

For a time, the atmosphere at the village entrance was even more lively than during the Spring Festival.

Under these circumstances, the head cook, carrying a freshly sharpened pig-slaughtering knife, called out to Hu Biao in the crowd:

"Commander Hu, I've heard you have some excellent skills. Why don't you show us your skills after we've slaughtered the pig, so that I, Old Zeng, can learn from you?"

And you know what! It's been almost two months since Hu Biao last tossed a large wok, and he was actually itching to try it out, so he immediately agreed:

"Alright! Make sure you catch all this pig's blood, don't waste it. Go soak the vermicelli and chop the cabbage. Tonight I'll make you a whole Northeastern-style pig-killing feast, I guarantee you'll want more after you eat it."

Although Hu Biao had not received any systematic enhancement in the area of ​​pork stew.

However, the cooking methods for pork stew with vermicelli and pork stew are actually not that different, so his statement above is not really bragging.

Unexpectedly, no sooner had Hu Biao finished speaking than Annie, who had been chatting with Mina, started shouting loudly:

"Squad Leader Zeng, wait a minute. I'll handle the pig slaughtering. I've never slaughtered a pig before."

After making this request, Annie immediately felt something was wrong! Wouldn't she be exposing her violent side in front of that jerk?

But then he realized that he had killed quite a few Japanese soldiers in front of him.

Why care about killing a few pigs? He immediately became more open-minded.

A girl is going to slaughter a pig? That's so unusual!

Furthermore, the mere arrival of these large, fat pigs filled everyone with immense goodwill towards the female chief of staff, and they immediately cheered her on as if to join in the fun.

Amidst the cheers, some people were actually quite impulsive, but Annie, who had always kept it well hidden from Hu Biao, took up the sharp butcher's knife.

After observing for a moment, he picked up his knife and walked straight toward the largest and fattest old sow.

It should be noted that the pigs Annie brought today are all of the Ma Shen pig breed from Shanxi Province.
Although it belongs to the traditional black pigs and is not as large as the large white pigs introduced from the modern world, it is still the largest of the black pigs and is not much smaller than the large white pigs.

That old sow, who knows how many years it's been raised, probably weighs five or six hundred pounds now. It looks huge, and even the six strong young men from the guard company are finding it somewhat difficult to hold it down.

More than its astonishing strength and weight, this old sow was incredibly cunning; by the time Annie walked up to it with a knife, holding it to its neck and indicating where to cut,

Perhaps knowing that he was about to die, he was suddenly unleashed with astonishing power.

In its desperate struggle, it managed to shake off the few strong young men holding it down; then, its four thick, short legs left afterimages, and it flew away from the village in a flash.

Even more remarkably, as the old sow struggled to get up, Annie instinctively climbed onto its back.

Annie had originally planned to use her weight to overpower the old sow, but a second later she realized that her size was simply not enough.

Because at this moment she was being carried by the old sow and galloping out of the village, heading right in the direction of the arsenal.

Although there were some sentries with guns at the village entrance, they dared not fire upon seeing the sow and could only let it run far away in the blink of an eye.

By the way, those who frequently ride pigs know this.

Because of their physical structure, pigs are much more bumpy than riding a horse; and since they don't have saddles or other horse tack on their backs, the ride is even bumpier.

To avoid being thrown off, Annie threw away the butcher knife in her right hand.

With both hands, one on each side, he gripped the sow's large, fan-like ears tightly. With his legs, he squeezed the sow's body tightly, and his body began to rise and fall with the sow's running movements.

It was operated like riding a horse, and surprisingly, it was quite effective. At least Annie didn't have to worry about falling off anymore.

But trying to stop this old sow from running away would be a bit of a challenge for her.

This sudden scene left Hu Biao and the others completely dumbfounded.

Although she quickly came to her senses, the old sow had already carried Annie fifty or sixty meters and was about to disappear completely into the night.

In his anxiety and frustration, Hu Biao roared, "What are you all standing there for? Go after them!"

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"Wow! That speed must be at least 40 kilometers per hour."

Feeling the earth rushing past beneath her and the cold wind whistling against her face, Annie muttered a helpless complaint.

At this point, she had given up hope of stopping the maddened old sow.

She's tried it before, for example:

Pulling hard on the pig's ears like pulling on horse reins, while making 'whoosh' sounds, the thing only ran faster.

In a short while, they had run two or three miles.

At first, it sped along the dirt road leading to the arsenal, but when it discovered that someone was about to block it, it immediately darted off the main road.

They ran down a ravine along a somewhat steep hillside.

In this situation, Annie didn't even dare to pull out her pistol and shoot it dead, because she would probably fall half to her death.

So Annie's only hope was that the old sow would get tired of running and stop so she could shoot it in the head.

When making pork blood stew, one can't care about anything else.

Two minutes later, the situation changed. Just as the sow was about to run into the ravine, she finally stopped.

Unfortunately, Anne felt no relief whatsoever; instead, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Because under the pale moonlight tonight, she saw a dark mass of Japanese soldiers hiding not far away.

It was only after seeing these Japanese soldiers and sensing their intense killing intent that the old sow instinctively stopped in her tracks.

These Japanese soldiers wore black helmets with camouflage nets and were basically equipped with submachine guns.

These details alone reminded Annie of a Japanese unit she had heard about from Qiu Kuiyong: the special forces directly under the First Army stationed in Shanxi Province.

Their sneaky appearance here speaks volumes about what they're up to...

(End of this chapter)