The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 491 Steamed Buns
At the same time, AT stuffed a piece of clothing into his mouth and then stabbed himself in the heart.

After walking more than two miles and searching for quite a while.

Although Black Star, Xin Huo, the veteran, and Fifteen did not find any trace of human activity nearby, they finally spotted a stream in the ravine below.

The stream doesn't have a large volume of water, but it looks quite clear from a distance, so it's definitely safe to drink.

However, the surrounding area is full of rocks with significant drops, making it somewhat difficult to go down and fetch water, especially for people with mobility issues.

Seeing this, Black Star, who was now dealing with Xin Huo, whose arm was in a splint and slinged with a cloth strap, began to explain:
"You stay here and keep watch, the three of us will go down to fetch water."

Xin Huo could naturally tell that Black Star, the old bird, was taking care of him, the wounded soldier, because he saw that he was injured.

Xin Huo nodded gratefully and thanked him earnestly: "Okay! Thanks a lot, buddy. You must come to Dalian to play after you return to the modern world. I'll arrange everything for you then."

“Okay! I’ll go when I have time.” Black Star agreed readily.

Then Hei Xing and the other two began to climb out of the rocks to fetch water, while Xin Huo plucked a foxtail grass, put it in his mouth, and leaned against a large rock to rest.

Damn it! In the less than three days since he transmigrated here, he feels like he has traveled more ground than he did in the past six months in the modern world.

So much so that the soles of my feet were worn out and my legs were thin from walking.

Just as he was about to take off his shoes and count how many blisters were on the soles of his feet, he faintly heard a faint noise coming from his left front.

Those persistent Japanese devils have actually caught up with us again?

In a flash of inspiration, he was about to open his mouth to warn the three Black Stars.

However, just as he was about to speak, he realized that such a warning sound would not only be heard by Black Star and his men, but also by the Japanese soldiers.

Unfortunately, the stream below was full of rocks, making it quite difficult for Black Star and his men to climb up or run along it. They might even become targets for the Japanese soldiers.

Xin Huo, a pampered rich kid from a modern world, gritted his teeth and made a decision that surprised even himself:

Go up and secretly kill one Japanese soldier, then lure the rest away.

With that thought in mind, he used his only intact left hand to draw a Mauser pistol from his waist and hurried toward the direction from which the faint footsteps were coming from.

During this process, Xinhuo couldn't help but mutter a complaint to himself:
"Damn it! Am I going crazy?"
"The idea that one can be resurrected in the modern world after death is just a lie told to us newbies by those old fogies. Does that mean I'm really dead?"

Despite his complaints, he didn't hesitate at all as he walked towards them; in fact, his steps quickened.

The above-mentioned performance of Xin Huo only shows that, apart from those who are inherently spineless and those who are traitors, most young people in modern China are not useless. They just can't find a reason enough for them to change.

When they encounter the Japanese invaders during the War of Resistance against Japan, the courage in their blood will burst forth...

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Twenty seconds later, Xinhuo breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Because the person who came was not a Japanese soldier, but a fellow villager.

The villager looked to be over sixty years old. His exposed face and the back of his hands were covered with wrinkles from hard work and the marks of time. It was clear that he couldn't possibly be a Japanese soldier in disguise.

Now they can figure out where they are.

You can also get some decent food from this fellow villager, even if it's just cornmeal ground together with the corn cob, which is much better than wild vegetables.

As for spending the night in the village? This was undoubtedly a huge attraction for Xinhuo as well.

To be frank, he's forgotten what it feels like to sleep in a bed.

However, he wasn't a brainless novice. He knew that their group of over twenty people was making too much noise, and if the news leaked out, it would harm these fellow villagers.

Immediately, he quickly disengaged the safety and holstered the pistol back on his waist. He then stood up from behind a small mound and walked towards the villager with a smile.

This action startled the villager so much that he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, Xinhuo quickly started shouting:

"Fellow villager, don't be afraid. We are Eighth Route Army soldiers who were scattered by the Japanese devils."

Good heavens! The words "Eighth Route Army" seemed to have a magical power over the villager in front of him. The worry and fear on his face vanished instantly after hearing them.

Instead, she received caring, even pitying, looks that made Xinhuo feel inexplicably warm.

Even a baby who is over 300 months old felt like crying for a moment.

After getting up from the ground, the villager didn't even brush off the dust. He hurriedly asked, "Come on! Come back to the village with me. I'll have my wife make you some hot noodle soup. Eat and get some rest."

"No! We have quite a few comrades with us, and it would be too much of a commotion in the village. Just bring me some food and dry rations, folks."

As Xinhuo spoke, he pulled out a handful of military notes and US dollars from his pocket, and without even checking how much there was, he stuffed them directly into the fellow villager's hand.

I plan to use this money to purchase some grain.

Unexpectedly, the villager pushed the money out of his hand and frowned, saying, "Take it back! My eldest grandson is also a soldier in the 2nd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. He joined the army last spring."

We're all on the same side, we'll just have some simple rations, how could we possibly repay you?

Seeing this, Xinhuo had no choice but to take back the money, planning to secretly slip it into the pockets of the villagers when they brought over the grain.

This thing is extremely cheap to produce for them. It is said that the cost of printing a 10-dollar bill in the modern world is only a little over one cent.

Thinking of Hu Biao's instructions before his departure, he casually asked:
"Fellow villagers, what's the name of your village? What area does it belong to? How far is it from here?"

“Our village is called Dashigou, which is north of Yi County. It’s about 60 or 70 li to the county seat; but it’s not far from here. Just follow this stream north for three or four li and you’ll get there,” the villager replied.

He picked up the firewood on the ground and prepared to go back to the village to get food and dry rations, appearing quite decisive.

After taking only five or six steps, he suddenly turned around, pulled a dirty handkerchief from his pocket, and opened it in front of Xinhuo; he said:
"Baby, you look starving. I have some food here, have a bite."

Good heavens! Those were two fist-sized cornbread buns, the kind that looked incredibly coarse and would make your throat ache when you ate them.

But in the modern world, Xin Huo, who usually eats abalone and sea cucumber, was staring wide-eyed.

It took almost all my willpower to resist the urge to devour the two steamed buns that were stuffed into my hands, and I finished them off in one go...

After that, Black Star, the veteran, Fifteen, and the other two fetched water and came up.

Hearing that Xinhuo had met a fellow villager, not only did he figure out the location, but more importantly, the villager promised to send grain and dry rations later, he was naturally overjoyed.

Black Star, this seasoned veteran, made arrangements after a moment's thought:

"Xinhuo, you and the veteran wait here for the villagers to come. Shiwu and I will take the water back and tell Hu Biao and the others the good news as well."

Xinhuo naturally had no problem with this arrangement.

The only problem was when he took two steamed buns out of his pocket and handed them to Black Star, asking him to take them back for the children to have a little something to eat.

After Black Star took the steamed bun, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been cut out.

Heartbroken to the point of being unable to breathe! This is the most accurate description of his feelings at this moment...

(End of this chapter)