The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 4 Five Unlucky Guys

...There are always people on the Internet saying that one Chinese person outside is a dragon, but a group of Chinese people are just a worm.

In an unfamiliar environment, their internal fighting is more fierce than anything else.

I'll just ignore them, because during the eight-year war of resistance against Japan, were my friends and I from the modern dimension considered to be in an unfamiliar environment?

But even in the most difficult and desperate circumstances, everyone put aside everything and fought to the death.

But then again, I remember when I first met these guys, they were all full of tricks, they were real dogs...

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

At around 9:30 in the evening, the platoon leader and others finished their last bit of wine and meat, blew out a lantern in the room, and fell asleep with a strong smell of alcohol.

Even so, Hu Biao continued to pretend to be asleep for a long time.

In the compartment filled with the strong smell of sweat and feet, he pretended to sleep for about an hour before secretly getting up from the straw and preparing to run away.

The magical thing is that at the moment when I supported my body to sit up.

Under the exceptionally bright moonlight tonight, he was surprised to find that he was not the only one preparing to do so.

Because he saw four other people in this crowded compartment quietly getting up. Their cautious appearance definitely showed that they were not preparing to go to the toilet.

The only possibility was that they were preparing to run away just like him and just happened to bump into him.

Caught off guard, the five of us looked at each other for a moment, all of us were very confused.

Hu Biao was the first to react. He pointed at the door and used his right index and middle fingers to make a gesture for everyone to run away together.

The other four nodded knowingly, reaching a tacit understanding.

In the following time, after everyone put on their shoes, they walked towards the door with light steps.

Then, Hu Biao, who was leading the way, secretly opened the door a little and looked out in the moonlight. He helplessly found that in the yard outside, there were two old soldiers holding Hanyang rifles, standing guard in the yard with their eyes wide open.

It should be noted that the Su Province Security Corps, to which Hu Biao and his men are currently affiliated, has a large organization of six regiments.

They were originally the local security forces of Su Province. They were reorganized and trained by the bald principal more than a year ago. They were originally intended to serve as a model for the reorganization of local security forces throughout the Republic of China.

Although this nationwide reorganization ultimately came to nothing, the strength and equipment of the Su Province Security Corps were quite good, not much worse than the miscellaneous troops in some other places.

Of course, the above point is not important.

What’s important is that seventeen or eighteen of the 132 people in the replacement company are all veterans of the security corps, and they all have guns.

Hu Biao was willing to bet everything he had that the two old soldiers in the yard would have bullets in their guns; if they ever found out that he was trying to escape, they would definitely shoot him.

It seemed impossible to run out through the front door and the back door.

With the last bit of hope, Hu Biao secretly came to a window on the side.

He didn't even need to stick his head out to take a look. Just by poking a hole in the window paper, he saw a cigarette butt of varying brightness in the shadows not far away, which made Hu Biao completely despair.

"Fuck! We're not prisoners, why do you have to watch us so closely?" Hu Biao complained silently in his heart...

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"Fuck! If you can, just keep staring at me like that. Otherwise, I'll definitely find a chance to run away."

After lying back down on the straw pile and pretending to sleep, Zhou Kun told himself this amid the snoring of the two men on his left and right, which was as loud as a tractor.

Compared to Hu Biao, a guy who has completely fallen in the modern dimension, Zhou Kun undoubtedly has a better and brighter future.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhou Kun has always been the child of other people's families.

He was at the top of his class from elementary school to high school, and was admitted to the famous PBC Vocational and Technical College, the very popular School of Materials Science and Engineering.

After graduating with a master's degree from university, he immediately went abroad for further studies.

With a high scholarship, he completed his PhD in Materials Science and Engineering at an Ivy League school owned by Uncle Sam.

During his doctoral studies, he published several influential papers in SCI Zones II and III, demonstrating his strong professional capabilities. Now, having just graduated, he has several high-paying job offers from major international companies, waiting for his choice.

Even at Uncle Sam's, his mentor, who was also a famous materials expert, talked to him and hoped that he could stay in school as a lecturer and his assistant.

In short, green cards and high salaries are not problems at all. Zhou Kun's future life is full of hope and possibilities.

Just at this time, the old man in the family called and asked him to return to a materials research institute in China to work. In addition to a small local subsidy when settling down, the salary was 9000 yuan per month during the internship period, with five insurances and one fund.

Not to mention the meager treatment, it is not even a fraction of the salary of several large foreign companies.

Just from the rumors, the scientific research environment in China is so bad that even if the great Einstein comes, you have to stand up and toast him a few times, otherwise you won't be able to survive.

Zhou Kun immediately and decisively rejected his father's suggestion that he return to China to work.

There was no suspense at all. Because Zhou Kun was absolutely unwilling to go back to work, he had a fierce argument with the old man on the phone.

In a bad mood, Zhou Kun went out for a few drinks, returned to his apartment drunk and fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself in northern Jiangsu in 1937.

He is about to go to the Magic City and become a cannon fodder on the Battle of Shanghai.

Considering all the above, Zhou Kun would have to be crazy to really follow others to the battlefield, and then he might be killed by a stray bullet.

With the knowledge in his head that is even more advanced than this era, he would probably be able to win Nobel Prizes easily.

Wouldn’t it be great to hang out at Uncle Sam’s house, become a super rich man, or even a great scientist?

Unfortunately, the veterans of the Third Replacement Company seemed to have anticipated that someone would run away. They blocked all escape routes with their guns, making it impossible to run away.

The only thing that made him feel somewhat fortunate was that there were probably four other unlucky people like him.

He said he should, but in the current environment it was not convenient for him to have a good chat with the four people who got up at the same time and planned to run away together, so as to get to know more details about each other.

But if you think about it carefully, you can remember the march during the day.

These people display temperaments and details that are completely different from this era.

That is to say, in the past, he did not care about these situations because he was confused and had just arrived in this world. Otherwise, he should have discovered the differences between these people long ago.

In this way, with extremely complicated thoughts and bad environment, Zhou Kun almost did not sleep all night.

The main reason was the strong feeling of unwillingness in his heart, which made him get up every once in a while to see if the sentries were sleeping on duty, so that he could take the opportunity to run away.

Unfortunately, every time I wake up, I don’t get any good news.

The same was true for the other four people, because every time Zhou Kun secretly got up, he could always see that none of them got up after him.

From time to time, you can hear the noise of these people tossing and turning in the straw.

It was obvious that these guys were trying to stay awake just like him.

The most crucial reason is that no one dares to gamble that others will be kind enough to call him along when they find an opportunity to escape.

If I didn't run away because of this, wouldn't I have lost a lot?
At this moment, the modern people's tendency to doubt and deny everything is fully exposed.

Zhou Kun got up and checked many times, and it was almost dawn when he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

But it felt like I had only closed my eyes for a few minutes when I was woken up by a loud-voiced veteran.

Feeling his extremely tired body and thinking that he would have to walk on foot for a whole day today, poor Zhou Kun almost cried out loud.

Afterwards, in the slightly cool morning breeze, Hu Biao, Zhou Kun and five others washed their faces listlessly.

No one noticed that in an old well next to them, a line of words flashed quickly on the surface of the water:
Before August 37, 8, the five people must arrive in Nanxiang Town, the Magic City.

Those who fail to arrive on time will be eliminated directly, and those who arrive on time will not receive any rewards. :) ...

(End of this chapter)