The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 408 onwards (two chapters combined)

"You damn bastard, boss lady, how did the meeting go today?" Just as Hu Biao and Annie jumped out of the cab of a truck, they heard this question.

Turning his head, Hu Biao immediately exclaimed in his mind, "Good heavens!"

On one side of the road, AT, Black Star, Old Ma and other male members of the transmigrators were squatting there, except for the third brother and the warehouse manager.

Perhaps it was because their emotions were a little too intense at that moment.

Under the glow of the crescent moon tonight, everyone seemed to have green eyes.

Those in the know understood that they were anxious about whether the plan to besiege the stronghold and intercept reinforcements could be approved at the military conference, so they had been waiting here for Hu Biao and his companion to return so they could know the answer as soon as possible.

Those who didn't know better would think they were all squatting in the toilet.

Despite the bizarre idea of ​​so many people squatting together, which seemed quite spectacular, Hu Biao gave an answer: "It's approved, and the bald principal even expressed his full support for our plan."

Upon hearing this answer, Black Star and the others, who had been keeping this matter in mind, were all filled with excitement.

This answer means that as long as the tactic of "encircling the point and attacking the reinforcements" goes smoothly.

So, in addition to recapturing Nanning, they also need to reopen overseas supply lines.

They would also annihilate the Japanese 5th Division, the Taiwanese Independent Mixed Brigade, the 19th Independent Mixed Brigade, and severely damage the 18th Division; the 5th Division was not only a Class A division of the Japanese army, but also the famous 'Steel Army'.

Such a glorious victory is enough to make one tremble just thinking about it.

Before they could ask for more details, Hu Biao had already called out to them: "Don't just squat here anymore. Go back to the regimental headquarters for a short meeting, and then the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment will set off overnight."

Also, ask the kitchen to cook two bowls of Lao You Fen (a type of rice noodle soup) for me and Annie. I want extra pork liver, pepper, and chili powder in my bowl.

Commander Bai and his men are so stingy; they only gave me a bowl of white rice and pickled vegetables for lunch. I'm starving..."

Twenty minutes later, Hu Biao, while eating a bowl of Lao You Fen (a type of rice noodle soup) weighing at least three or four pounds, began to describe some of the agreements reached during his meeting with Commander Bai and his team:
"This ambush operation, aimed at besieging a point and catching reinforcements, is planned to be carried out near Dadong Township in Fangcheng County."

To avoid being detected by Japanese reconnaissance planes, all participating troops, except for leaving a small number of personnel to create the illusion that the troops were still stationed in the original area, had to march at night and hide during the day.

You should quickly devise a marching route, and then the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment will set off immediately.

According to orders, our troops must arrive in this area and be on standby before midnight on the 4th.

Based on this explanation, everyone quickly found the place 'Dadong Township' on the military map they had captured from the Japanese.

After a quick glance, one has to admit that Commander Bai is quite capable; 'Dadong Township' really is a natural ambush battlefield.

In the modern world, Dadong Township belongs to Qinzhou Prefecture and its name has been changed to Dazhi Town.

However, the specific name of the place doesn't really matter. The important thing is that this is a basin surrounded by mountains, with only three entrances and exits.

This means that the numerous troops involved in the ambush could secretly arrive here first, hiding in the dense forests of the surrounding mountains, by taking cover during the day and moving out at night.

Once the Japanese troops entered this basin, they blocked the three entrances in the north, south, and east directions, leaving them with no way to escape.

Because they were currently more than 100 kilometers away from Nanning City and more than 150 kilometers away from the Subei Independent Regiment, it would take the army quite some time to get there. Hei Xing and the others dared not be careless in the slightest.

It was quickly decided to leave the supply company behind and continue daily training, creating the illusion that the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment was still stationed at Kunlun Pass, while the other units set off immediately.

They marched along the Ningqin Highway all night until they reached their designated location.

Just as they were about to leave the regimental headquarters to make their final preparations for departure to the subordinate units, Hu Biao called out to Uncle Bo:
"Old cucumber, you can keep it for a moment."

After Uncle Bo stopped in surprise, Hu Biao and Annie explained to Uncle Bo their idea of ​​sending a small observation team to Nanning City, which they had asked Uncle Sam to help them with.

After explaining, Annie stated the reasons for asking Uncle Bo to stay:

"The first point is, what kind of technology can we come up with that will get Uncle Sam's help without us losing too much?"

Secondly, time is of the essence, and it's definitely too late for Uncle Sam and his team to slowly organize the observation group. So, they have no choice but to send Bill Eulton, this foreign devil, with Shen Zui acting as the translator.

But with just the two of them, the scale is still a bit too meager; and Bill probably isn't very willing to go, and even if he does, he won't put in his best effort. We're worried that this foreigner will reveal his weaknesses.

Therefore, we plan to have you disguise yourself as a soldier and join the observation group to go in together.

Regarding the first question, Uncle Bo, a proper senior military officer, felt no pressure whatsoever and answered immediately:

"Technical matters are easy to discuss. How about providing some VT fuses, which are radio fuse technologies? This technology can be said to have brought about a qualitative breakthrough in the anti-aircraft effectiveness of anti-aircraft guns."

Although I only know some of the principles and a few technical details, I think it's enough for most people.

However, the doctor wasn't so confident about the second point; after a pause, he said hesitantly:

"It doesn't really matter if I join the observation group and enter the city, but won't the Japanese suspect me with my obviously Chinese face?"
Although I died in battle in Teng County last time, this time when I transmigrated here, that mysterious place made some adjustments to my appearance, making me look about 80% similar to the original person in this world.

But what if the Japanese intelligence agency, Mei, becomes suspicious after comparing the photos with those taken in the Shanghai-Songjiang area?

Faced with Uncle Bo's doubts, Hu Biao already had a plan in mind and confidently reassured him: "You won't recognize him! You can rest assured."

The number of Chinese Americans among soldiers at that time was not large, but it wasn't nonexistent either.

Besides, back in the Battle of Shanghai, when the reporters took pictures of us, we were all covered in dust and dirt; once we washed our faces, it was hard to recognize us.

Let Annie, Mina, and Xiao Cui train you in makeup; I guarantee it will give you a complete makeover.

Most importantly, you're a proper soldier with a genuine West Coast accent!

The key is that you can project that same air of superiority that modern soldiers have when stationed in island nations; that unique charisma. The Japanese might secretly hate you, but they'll never suspect you.

Seeing that things had come to this point, Uncle Bo had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree...

Over the next two or three days, everything on the Guinan battlefield unfolded as Hu Biao and his team had predicted at the military conference.

Early on the morning of the 3rd, several Nationalist troops, having rested overnight, launched another attack on Nanning.

Throughout the day, according to the Japanese soldiers in the city, the two sides fought a total of 23 battles, large and small, making the fighting quite intense.

The Nationalist army seemed poised to take advantage of the situation and storm the city at any cost before reinforcements arrived.

What the Japanese didn't know was that, according to their reconnaissance aircraft, a large portion of the military camps surrounding Nanning were empty.

Even the Nationalist soldiers they saw were mostly scarecrows dressed in military uniforms.

The original troops in these military camps left overnight last night.

It was 10:03 p.m. that night, but due to the time difference, it was only a little past 10 a.m. in Uncle Sam's house in North America.

In Uncle Sam's logistics department, when a phone rang, a general answered it.

Suddenly, an excited voice rang in his ears: "General, after expert verification, there are no problems with the theory of those radio fuses."

It's even a brilliant idea that could theoretically increase the effectiveness of anti-aircraft guns by more than three times.

However, simply knowing the theory isn't enough to start developing a product from scratch; it could take one or two years. Therefore, we need to obtain more technical details and research directions to master this advanced technology.

"No problem! You'll have these documents soon," the general assured him. This promise essentially sealed the deal for Uncle Sam's family to help Nanning City.

At 9 a.m. on the 4th, after drifting at sea for nearly 30 hours, the 6,000-strong Japanese Independent Mixed Brigade 19th Regiment, escorted by several warships, finally arrived at Fangchenggang.

Fortunately, Fangchenggang today is nothing like the magnificent port with hundreds of millions of tons of cargo capacity in modern times; it only has some small docks that can accommodate small fishing boats.

Despite being under strict orders, these Japanese reinforcements were eager to fly to Nanning City immediately.

However, with so many people and equipment, it would take most of the day just to disembark.

In addition, they need to reorganize their troops and allow them to rest and recover from the fatigue of the journey by boat. They will not be able to officially begin their march toward Nanning until tomorrow at the latest.

Two hours later, Ando Rikichi and Imamura Hitoshi in Nanning received a telegram from headquarters.

After reading it, Ando Rikichi, the old Japanese soldier, immediately frowned deeply; because this meant that some of their original special tactics could not be used.

Furthermore, according to orders from headquarters, they also had to create an image of Japanese civilization for Uncle Sam's observation team to see.

It has to be said! This was really too difficult for those Japanese devils who only knew how to kill and set fires.

At 10:37 p.m. that night, Hu Biao and 3327 members of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment successfully arrived at a dense forest in the eastern part of Dadong Township.

Fearing that the light of a fire would give away their location, Commander Hu ordered everyone not to light any fires; even the radio was put on silent, and communication with other friendly forces was switched to the primitive method of messengers.

In the time that followed, they endured mosquito bites, drank spring water when thirsty, and ate dry rations when hungry, hiding in the mountains and forests.

Everything is ready except for the final push.

Everything was just waiting for the Japanese Independent Mixed Brigade No. 19 to arrive as reinforcements.

Under these circumstances, January 5th of the 1th year of the Republic of China, a date that has been talked about by military enthusiasts and repeatedly appeared in history exams, almost becoming a required question, finally arrived.

This time, Hu Biao and his group have traveled through time, which should be the third and probably the final stage of the battle, and it officially begins today...

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At 6:30 a.m., at the garrison of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment at Kunlun Pass.

"Zhang Yishou, have you made contact with Menhulu and the others yet?" Uncle Bo asked the third brother in the rising sun.

It should be noted that after learning that the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment was about to make a big move, the two wounded soldiers, Lao San and the warehouse manager, insisted on being discharged from the hospital and returning to their unit, not wanting to miss this major battle.

Unfortunately, the warehouse manager was in a better situation; although his three broken ribs had not fully healed.

After being secured with a chest strap, basic mobility is not affected, and one can still move with the main group.

Even before leaving, the warehouse manager borrowed the original German Mauser sniper rifle equipped with a 6x scope from Uncle Bo; after all, he had been eyeing this thing for a long time, and Uncle Bo couldn't bring it into the city.

The third brother, who had lost his left arm, was in a much worse situation.

Any movement he makes a little will cause him to experience a sharp pain in his severed arm.

Even under the golden morning sun, his face was deathly pale, and he looked extremely weak. I wonder how many kidneys he would need to eat to recover.

So he could only stay here at Kunlun Pass; and incidentally, he helped out a little with Uncle Bo and the others who were also stranded here but would soon have new missions.

Upon hearing this, the third brother shook his head and replied in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"We couldn't get in touch! Our Party comrade in charge of receiving and sending messages said that since the day before the Nationalist army besieged the city, with the Japanese imposing martial law, their contact with the city has been completely cut off."

Comrade Sickle tried many methods, but there was simply no way to get into the city.

"It looks like we'll have to get into the city first and then figure out how to contact the taciturn guy and the others," Uncle Bo muttered to himself.

Then, he hurriedly told the third brother, "Then I'll be leaving. Everything here is in your hands."

After he finished speaking, he strode towards an open space dozens of meters away.

There, besides a few warhorses, were Bill Eulton, dressed as a major soldier, and Shen Zui, dressed as a translator, all ready to depart.

However, Bill Eulton, this foreign devil, now had an expression full of reluctance, but under the strict orders of his superiors, he had no choice but to go to Nanning City.

Even so, when Uncle Bo got closer, he still said in a very surprised tone:
"Bo! In comparison, you're like the leader of the observation team, and I'm just your assistant."

What impressed this foreigner was not only that Uncle Bo was wearing a full set of army captain's uniform, and his leather shoes were polished to the point that they could be used as mirrors.

More importantly, Uncle Bo is now displaying the full imposing presence of a modern-day officer stationed on an island nation.

To put it simply, this kind of momentum is like going to a restaurant and finding no seats, so they simply drive the Japanese soldiers away.

In order to gain followers and donations on live streaming platforms, he simply went out into the street and beat up Japanese passersby; he even dared to take away Japanese women he liked...

At the same time, in Nanning city.

"You two, hurry up and hang these lanterns along the street. Remember to hang a pair in front of every house, and make sure they're all neatly arranged!"

"Who cleaned this place? Clean it again right now! If I come back and see it still this dirty, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Hurry up, the slogans must be finished before 10 a.m."

"Sasaki-kun, it's been a long time! Are you smoking..."

I walked all the way to Shanglaoyu on a certain street in Nanning, shouting my wares the whole way.

He was wearing a Japanese military cap, a plaster armband, and waving a stick; he was shouting and cursing at the people, while bowing and scraping to the Japanese soldiers.

Using the phrase "a 24K pure die-hard traitor" to describe him would not be an exaggeration at all.

So much so that behind him, countless pairs of hateful eyes were staring at him; if those eyes had substance, he would have been riddled with holes long ago.

But no one knew that Lao Yu was also feeling extremely depressed.

First, the banquet that the Japanese had planned a few days ago was indeed canceled due to the fierce fighting, which prevented him from taking a group photo of Ando Rikichi and Imamura Hitoshi.

Secondly, even now, he still hasn't figured out how to prevent a tragedy from happening to the 70,000 to 80,000 compatriots stranded in the city.

Unfortunately, I was woken up by the members of the maintenance committee before dawn today.

It was said that the Japanese high command in the city had given them instructions to organize the city's residents to clean the streets, paint slogans, hang red lanterns, and do many other things, with the main goal of highlighting harmony between the military and civilians in the city.

That is to say, about six months later, the Japanese proposed the idea of ​​"jointly creating the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere".

"Who the hell is this son of a bitch who's been causing all this trouble? I wish he'd have a son who's as thin as a swallow." While putting on a good show in front of the Japanese, Old Yu muttered this curse in his heart.

Then, Uncle Bo, who was riding a warhorse at full speed on the dirt road, suddenly sneezed loudly.

Seeing this, Bill Eulton asked with concern, "Bo! Are you alright?"

"He probably caught a chill because he wasn't covered up properly last night," Uncle Bo replied, completely unaware of anything amiss.

At the same time, the Japanese Independent Mixed Brigade No. 19, with a total of 6,000 men, had already finished breakfast.

Then, they officially set off for Nanning via the Qinning Highway. To speed things up, they started by jogging, creating a long, winding line that stretched for several kilometers...

(End of this chapter)