The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 357 Rookie in Action (Bonus Chapter 2650 for the Emergence of a Color Master)

...The Japanese devils were incredibly cunning. Almost every time our army suffered a major defeat, they would send out some people to disguise themselves and blend in with the civilians and fleeing soldiers.

They took the opportunity to bomb armories, granaries, hospitals, and anything else worth destroying; they also assassinated officers and spread rumors to create even greater chaos.

Countless troops have suffered heavy losses due to their carelessness and such tactics.

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

With a muffled thud, Old K threw a heavy rock weighing over a hundred pounds off his shoulder onto the ground, then could no longer support his exhausted body.

With a sigh of relief, he immediately plopped down on the ground.

Then, he took out a pack of cigarettes—a kind of newbie perk—from his pocket, lit them, and planned to let himself cool off a bit.

As a result, this simple movement caused a burning, stinging pain in my already chafed shoulders and hands.

Suddenly, looking at the huge pile of stones in front of him, he could no longer contain his frustration.

He cursed, "Damn it! It's one thing to send me back in time to fight the Japanese and risk my life against these beasts; at least give me a gun and enough bullets!"

As a result, the Japanese had airplanes, while we had stones.

The Japanese devils have cannons, we have stones.

The Japanese had machine guns, Type 38 rifles, and grenade launchers, while I only had stones…

The reason why Old K, a novice, reacted so strongly is actually quite simple: You're asking these people to repair the fortifications. They can't exactly dig with their bare hands and kick down the tree trunks used for reinforcement, can they?

Unfortunately, although Hu Biao and his men had managed to gather a number of people, they had virtually no of the necessary tools, and Annie and Mina, who had gone to purchase them, had not returned for some time.

So, with no other choice, AT, Black Star, and Warehouse Manager had to lead their brothers to collect some large stones first.

After all, in addition to lacking tools, they were also severely lacking in weaponry and equipment.

In this way, the large rocks, which had been proven in the last battle to cross the border to be quite lethal when thrown from a high vantage point, became a solution that was not a solution at all.

Apart from Lao Tai, the other five novices joined everyone in carrying stones after the work started.

At first, Old K was quite hardworking.

After all, when it comes to fighting the Japanese, any Chinese son or daughter with sound values ​​will inexplicably be filled with passion; they might hesitate to go directly to the front lines, but carrying stones is definitely not a problem.

However, soon after, Old K sensed that something was wrong.

Since starting work at his company a few years ago, although he is still single, he hasn't been excessively sexually active.

However, due to his irregular lifestyle, his waistline became thicker, his belly grew bigger from drinking beer and eating barbecue, and his physical fitness deteriorated significantly.

After moving stones for an hour, he felt like he was about to die.

Ultimately, the above reaction occurred when both the body and emotions could no longer hold back.

The cigarette was quickly finished, but Old K's tired body was far from recovering, and his chafed shoulders and palms seemed to hurt even more.

Even so, Old K, still cursing, got up from the ground and prepared to continue moving stones.

What else? While he was smoking, none of the brothers newly recruited by Hu Biao took the opportunity to stop and rest; instead, they continued to carry stones.

These brothers are mostly locals from Guangxi Province, and it can be said that they are generally suffering from obvious malnutrition.

This is not only reflected in their pale complexion, but also in their relatively short stature, averaging only about 1.6 meters; in addition, they are thin, some of whom may weigh less than 100 kilograms.

Even so, they bent over, gritted their teeth, and carried stones heavier than themselves back and forth.

Throughout the entire process, not a single person complained or slacked off.

Although no one urged him on, Old K really didn't have the nerve to stay slumped there any longer; otherwise, he felt a strange sense of shame...

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"Damn it! It's only because our ancestors in this era couldn't even get enough to eat, let alone weapons and equipment, that the Japanese army's performance in World War II was nothing. Our ancestors were the best soldiers."

As he got up from the ground, the old man suddenly thought of this.

Just as he was about to grit his teeth and continue carrying stones, another newcomer, the guard, who had just put down a large stone and was clutching his back, walked over.

Upon getting closer, he whispered a shocking statement in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Old K, just listen, but don't shout out loud, and don't look up or look around; then I'll tell you something, I suspect that some Japanese soldiers have infiltrated."

If it weren't for the guards' prior warning, Old K might have actually shouted out loud at such a bombshell.

Fortunately, after being reminded, he took out a cigarette from his pack and made a covert gesture to Shouzheng, while secretly asking, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure! You've forgotten what I do?"

These Japanese soldiers disguised themselves as defeated soldiers and civilians, totaling thirteen people. On the surface, they were very well disguised and seemed to know each other at all.

However, once they reached the position, they barely spoke, probably because they were afraid of revealing their accents.

They also habitually walk on the left, which is due to their traffic rules of driving and walking on the left.

More importantly, they would subtly communicate with each other through eye contact; each person's right sleeve was rolled up, but their left sleeve was not, which was likely a distinguishing feature.

After hearing the details above, Old K had no more doubts.

He said quickly, "Then why are you dawdling like this? Hurry up and tell Hu Biao and the others to wipe them all out. Are you going to keep these Japanese devils alive until the New Year?"

However, the next second, the guard delivered even worse news:

"No, Hu Biao is talking to Hei Xing right now, and two Japanese soldiers are slowly approaching, pretending to be casual. They're probably preparing to assassinate this Hu Biao commander."

We don't even have guns. If we shout a warning, they might suddenly attack. Hu Biao and Hei Xing, being unprepared, probably won't have time to dodge.

Upon hearing this, Old K glanced at him discreetly out of the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, they found two commoners with only their right sleeves rolled up, wiping away sweat as they walked towards Hu Biao and Hei Xing, seemingly unintentionally.

The two sides were only thirty or forty meters apart, a distance at which, given the Japanese soldiers' marksmanship, there was a high probability of hitting them.

The only saving grace was that they were moving slowly, stopping frequently to avoid being discovered; and although his conversation with the guard was lengthy, it took place in a very short time, seemingly leaving some possibility of salvaging the situation.

"Tell me! What should we do?" Old K asked after taking a deep breath.

"Back in your unit, you still remember the combat skills you learned, right? Pretend to carry stones with me, and when you get close to two Japanese soldiers, suddenly attack them."

"One by one, subdue them while simultaneously alerting Hu Biao," the guard stated his plan.

Upon hearing this, Old K's head throbbed even more.

Damn it! They've all retired from the military, and the public security in society is so good, how many good people still practice combat boxing every day?
He does remember those moves, but whether they'll be reliable or effective in defeating the Japanese is something he can't guarantee at all.

The guard really thinks too highly of him. He might as well have gone to find that thug. At least that guy seems to train every day and his skills haven't slacked off.

But the situation had reached a point where there was no time to delay; he gritted his teeth and nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with the guard's plan.

With one of them arm in arm and the other laughing and joking, the two Japanese soldiers walked past.

Thank goodness! The two Japanese soldiers approached Hu Biao and Hei Xing when they were about seventeen or eighteen meters away; before that, the two Japanese soldiers hadn't even drawn their guns to fire at Hu Biao and Hei Xing.

As they passed each other, the guard and Old K suddenly attacked, each lunging at one of the Japanese soldiers.

As he lunged at a Japanese soldier with a pig-kidney-shaped face, Old K shouted, "Hu Biao! A Japanese soldier has infiltrated..."

(End of this chapter)