The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 495 Chaos Arises (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

By the way, is wolf meat delicious?

To be honest, this stuff tastes so much worse than pork, beef, lamb, chicken, or duck; it's not tasty at all.

First, due to the wolf's unique eating habits, its meat has a strong and strange fishy smell, which most people cannot stand.

Secondly, wolves have an astonishing amount of exercise, resulting in very little fat and coarse, tough meat.

In short, if in the modern world, with ample ingredients and tools, Hu Biao's skills would be enough to make braised wolf meat.

Alternatively, if it's dried meat, the above problems can be avoided.

It even has a unique flavor, making it a fresh and novel delicacy.

However, as for cooking utensils, all they had were some pork kidney lunchboxes and some Japanese Type 90 steel helmets. They didn't even have a proper pot, let alone a pressure cooker that could quickly stew meat until tender.

As for seasonings, there are only some salt, wild onions, and wild garlic.

Even with his excellent cooking skills, Hu Biao felt a strong sense of helplessness, like a skilled cook without ingredients.

Fortunately, none of the above matters to the starving crowd; what matters is that their rumbling stomachs are full and that they don't have to vomit after eating.

So when the wolf meat skewers were grilled to medium-rare, the ever-present Japanese soldiers did not appear.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Hu Biao said, "Don't mind that they're not all cooked through. Eat whatever you want."

Then, ignoring the scalding heat of the meat skewers, everyone bit off a small piece, put it in their mouths, chewed it haphazardly a few times, and swallowed it.

Once the previously empty stomach finally contains some food, a feeling of joy washes over you as every cell in your body seems to cheer.

I don't know how many seasoned veterans couldn't help but get teary-eyed at that moment.

Damn it! The Japanese devils finally didn't interfere, and we were finally able to eat some proper food.

If even seasoned veterans reacted this way, the performances of the other novices, children, and Song Jie, the female student, were naturally even more appalling.

For a moment, no one spoke; the only sounds were the chewing of wolf meat and the slurping of boiling broth.

In the end, the two wolves together weighed more than 110 kilograms. After removing their fur, only 30 kilograms of good meat remained for smoking.

The remaining wolf meat and offal were all eaten clean, and the bones were smashed open to extract all the marrow.

They even used up the dozen or so kilograms of wild vegetables that were stewed together, as well as a lot of the broth.

Well! The wild vegetables that Hu Biao and his men had originally developed a psychological aversion to were improved many times over after being cooked with meat bones and offal; they could be described as delicious.

And so, in the early hours of the fourth day after they arrived, Hu Biao and his companions finally had a hearty meal.

After that, apart from those who took turns keeping watch, everyone else quickly went to sleep.

Even though they had only slept for four or five hours, everyone felt incredibly refreshed when they woke up; even some of the wounded with broken arms and legs felt that their wounds had improved by a third.

My determination to go to Zijing Pass and complete that ambiguous mission has become stronger than ever before.

Just as they were preparing to set off, a ten-and-a-half-year-old's voice, brimming with surprise, rang out: "Look, everyone, this mother rabbit has given birth to so many baby rabbits!"

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly walked to the fence built of ancient bricks.

Looking at one of them, I could see nine tiny rabbits, no bigger than a fingertip, who were still lying in front of the big rabbit drinking milk, even though their eyes were closed.

At this point, Uncle Bo realized that he had been so happy eating wolf meat and drinking bone broth the night before that he had completely forgotten about the rabbit.

He immediately bent down, picked up the big rabbit, and prepared to smash it to death before taking it away.

Although this stuff can only yield two or three pounds of meat at most, it can be stewed with some wild vegetables and still satisfy the needs of several people for a meal.

But just as Uncle Bo was about to throw the rabbit to the ground, he discovered that apart from the veteran and Fifteen, there was no one else around.

The other children stared at him expectantly, muttering nothing, their eyes filled with pleading.

Although he didn't know why the children would react this way to just a rabbit, Uncle Bo felt a strong sense of guilt.

This is for a man who is almost forty, unmarried, and seemingly has no intention of getting married.

It felt as if I had just done something heinous, and I felt inexplicably uneasy.

In this situation, Cao'er tugged at his clothes and carefully said, "Uncle, let's let it go, okay? Otherwise, the baby rabbit won't have a mother."

"Damn! I thought it was something serious." Uncle Bo breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Then, he gently placed the large rabbit back into the enclosure, moved one of the bricks, so that the rabbit could not only leave at any time, but also had an additional rabbit hutch. Throughout the entire process, he didn't even consult Hu Biao or the other time travelers.

The key reason is that after realizing what had happened, Uncle Bo found that it really wasn't a big deal.

If they set off now, they will arrive at Zijing Pass by noon; the 30 jin of smoked wolf meat will be enough for them to have a quick meal and replenish their energy.

Then, the estimated mission objective will emerge.

Once they complete their mission, this journey through time will come to an end; whether or not they have two or three pounds of rabbit meat is not a problem at all.

On the contrary, the birth of this litter of baby rabbits brought them a good omen.

After carefully placing some leftover shepherd's purse from last night near the rabbit's mouth, Hu Biao waved his hand vigorously and said confidently:
"Head west, we must complete the mission today."

With a shout of "Okay!", everyone readily accepted the order. Their morale was high, and their faces were full of indescribable pride. They were nowhere to be seen as disheveled as they had been a couple of days ago.

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In the time that followed, Hu Biao and his men set off one by one, chests puffed out, under the golden morning sun.

Unbeknownst to them, the news that they had appeared in the Pingxi base area and were being relentlessly pursued by the Japanese had been relayed the previous night.

They have caused such a huge mess without even realizing it.

To be more specific, we need to go back a bit in time to explain...

At 8:12 PM, in an official residence in Shuangqing, the bald-headed principal, with an unprecedented attitude, asked Boss Dai:

"Yu Nong, can you confirm the authenticity of this news?"

"Of course! This news was brought to me by the person in charge of Zengjiayan," Boss Dai replied quickly.

Given the bald-headed principal's level of understanding of the person in charge of our Party's office in Zengjiayan, he immediately knew that this news must be true.

So, after more than half a year, Hu Biao and his group, who were originally active in the south, have now appeared in Yi County, Hebei Province, and are being frantically hunted by the Japanese. Their lives are in grave danger.

Why did Hu Biao and his partners suddenly go there, and what were they planning?
The bald principal couldn't figure out the reason for any of these things for the time being.

However, he gained a great advantage in the last deal between Hu Biao and the Russians, as well as Uncle Sam's family.

Furthermore, the bald-headed principal, who was extremely satisfied with Hu Biao's role as a battlefield fire brigade, knew that Commander Hu absolutely could not die there.

He absolutely could not be captured by the Japanese, otherwise it would be a huge loss and a terrible blow to the morale of the entire nation in the war of resistance.

After a moment's thought, he issued a series of stern commands to Boss Dai:

"First, in addition to the forces of your Military Intelligence Bureau, I allow you to use all the forces of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in North China."

No matter the cost, even if the Kuomintang's and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' undercover forces are completely wiped out, we must bring Hu Biao and his comrades back.

Remember! You must see the person alive or dead.

Second, notify the Nationalist troops in Zhongtiao Mountain, Yan Xishan's Jin-Sui Army, and the surrounding guerrilla forces to launch a full-scale offensive against the Japanese, in order to contain and divert their forces as much as possible.

Perhaps if the pressure were less, Hu Biao and his men could escape alive on their own.

Even after hearing the above orders and knowing how much the bald principal valued Hu Biao, such a grand gesture still made Boss Dai gasp in surprise.

On the one hand, the bald-headed principal even risked everything, including the Nationalist army's intelligence network in North China.

On the other hand, they were willing to risk huge losses for the Nationalist army in North China, especially in the Zhongtiao Mountains, in order to save Hu Biao.

It is important to know that the Zhongtiao Mountains shield Luoyang, Tongguan and the core area of ​​the Central Plains, protect Xi'an and the Northwest, and overlook southern Shanxi and northern Henan. It is regarded as a strategic location related to the safety of the country.

To defend this place, the bald-headed principal deployed 7 armies and 16 divisions, a total of 20 troops.

Compared to the current actions, during the Hundred Regiments Offensive launched by our party, although the Nationalist army in Zhongtiao Mountain did some diversionary actions, the intensity was not on the same level at all.

The losses are naturally not on the same level.

Besides! Northwest Shanxi is only a few hundred kilometers away from Yi County, which is still Hu Biao's old stronghold.

Although Hu Biao had been gone for more than a year, he still maintained a terrifying control over the troops of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment; various forces coveted his position, but none of them succeeded.

Now that they knew Hu Biao and the others were in danger, Zhao Zheng and his men naturally knew as well, and then they went berserk and attacked the Japanese.

With the addition of that person from Zengjiayan, it is possible that the Eighth Route Army will be willing to provide full assistance.

In conclusion, it can only be said that North China is about to descend into chaos...

(End of this chapter)