The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 618 They're all doing well (6,600-word long chapter)

With Hu Biao and Annie returning to the capital, their long journey home for the holidays, which had taken them tens of thousands of miles, finally came to an end.

The whole process was quite troublesome.

However, the two did not feel any hardship at all; on the contrary, they felt an indescribable joy, which can be considered a beautiful memory shared by the two of them.

Especially since Annie discovered her period had started right after she got off the bus and went to take a shower; it could be said that her period's lateness perfectly complemented Hu Biao's actions.

After she finished washing up, she told Hu Biao about what had happened, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Hu Biao immediately became beaming with joy, increasingly convinced that his decision to go to Shanghai and return to his hometown for the holiday was truly the right one.

In contrast to the two individuals mentioned above, this trip home for the holidays was quite different.

The other members of the time traveler team didn't go through such trouble, but they also lived quite well during that time and for a period of time afterward.

And so, in this generally pleasant atmosphere, the rest period gradually passed, and the time for their next journey through time drew ever closer...

Time: During the 20-day rest period, around 6 PM.

Location: Liuyang City in Hunan Province, a world-renowned hometown of fireworks and firecrackers.

With an anxious expression, as if his pants were on fire, Dali rushed out of the high-speed rail station carrying a small duffel bag.

I randomly picked a taxi that was waiting for passengers at the entrance, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The first thing he did was yell at the somewhat bewildered driver, "Driver! Get to the Sky Theater, hurry, or we'll miss the show!"

Upon hearing this, the taxi driver finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He replied, "Boss, you came all the way to Liuyang just to see the fireworks show, right?"
Don't worry, everyone in Liuyang knows that I, Old Wang, am famously fast—no, I mean famously fast at driving. I guarantee you'll arrive on time before the ticket check.

Besides fireworks, Liuyang is also famous for its steamed dishes. I recommend you try them after you finish watching; you definitely won't be disappointed.

That's right! Dali's hasty appearance was solely for the purpose of watching a fireworks show.

More precisely, since returning to the modern dimension.

Dali, who used to suffer from severe gun phobia and would tremble all over whenever he heard the sound of fireworks or firecrackers, has now undergone a complete transformation.

Not only did they feel no fear or discomfort, they also developed an immense love for watching and setting off fireworks.

Before this break, especially during the National Day holiday, I traveled to different cities every day to watch the fireworks displays held to celebrate National Day.

That fiery enthusiasm was somewhat like the way someone who lacked something as a child and then desperately tried to make up for it once they grew up and gained the ability.

She visited almost all the major cities in China, including Shanghai, Nanchang, Tianjin, and Dazhou, in a short period of time.

Liuyang City was the last stop on his itinerary, and also the place he was most looking forward to...

Taxi driver Lao Wang was indeed known for his speed, and soon they arrived outside the Sky Theater. There was still some time before the official ticket check-in.

Sky Theater is the best place in Liuyang City to watch fireworks shows on weekends.

Because Dali had done his research and booked tickets online more than a week in advance, he was able to enter smoothly once the ticket check began.

As darkness fell, the first firework burst into the sky with a loud 'bang,' illuminating the night with its brilliant burst of light. The fireworks show he had been eagerly anticipating had finally begun.

Liuyang City truly lives up to its reputation as the fireworks capital; the subsequent fireworks display made Dali feel that the trip was worthwhile.

Fireworks shot up from the ground one after another, some like a sudden meteor shower, falling softly before our eyes; others like clusters of blooming brocade bouquets, blooming layer upon layer in the air.

Some fireworks even have the ability to change colors in the air.

They emitted and changed colorful hues in the air, and a rainbow actually appeared in the night sky.

However, the scene that truly impressed Dali was the waterfall of fireworks that appeared in the sky just as the fireworks show was about to end.

After a series of loud bangs, countless golden sparks cascaded down from the sky, like a waterfall appearing from the heavens.

Amidst the dazzling fireworks and the cheers of the surrounding audience, Dali found himself unexpectedly moved to tears.

Actually, it's not so much that Dali, who originally had a phobia of guns, fell in love with fireworks after experiencing time travel.

Rather, he fell in love with the feeling of being able to set off fireworks freely without feeling any fear, which represented absolute safety.

Those who haven't lived and grown up in those war-torn regions will never understand these simple truths:

This world has never truly been at peace; too many countries and regions have been embroiled in war, where staggering numbers of people struggle to survive in constant uncertainty.

The people of China have the misconception that the world is currently quite peaceful.

After hearing screams and explosions, instead of being scared at all, they peeked around, ready to watch the drama unfold.

All of this is because they have a powerful country behind them, and many people are making silent sacrifices.

It is precisely because of all of the above that they have been well protected, all dangers have been kept outside the country's borders, and they have such an incredibly safe and peaceful environment.

So over time, the Chinese people mistakenly believed that the world was originally peaceful.

He felt incredibly honored and proud to be a member of this great country; this was the main reason why he had been wandering around watching the fireworks show during this period.

What's beautiful isn't just the fireworks, but also this grand occasion of China...

The next day, at 5:30 in the morning.

At this time of year, it would still be about an hour before it was completely light; however, in a high-end hotel in Liuyang City, Dali opened his eyes under the influence of his biological clock.

I quickly got up, washed up, changed into my workout gear, and took a water bottle filled with lightly salted water.

Even though Dali knew that the hotel he was staying at had its own gym.

I left the hotel again and started a five-kilometer run as a warm-up, walking along a quiet street where only sanitation workers were on duty.

After the warm-up is complete, there will be several more exercises, such as push-ups, sit-ups, and frog jumps, which need to be completed one by one.

Finally, there's a 5-kilometer run to conclude the morning's activities.

It should be noted that even though Dali had been watching fireworks all over the country for some time, he never relaxed his training.

No other reason than that veterans like Black Star, AT, and Uncle Bo solemnly told these newcomers.

The mysterious entity's comprehensive enhancement of everyone's body is not something that ends after the reward is given; only through continuous training, physical refinement, and digestion can these abilities be truly unleashed.

In addition, such training can further enhance one's physical strength beyond the mysterious enhancements provided by the divine intervention.

Even if efficiency is far inferior to that of being boosted by a mysterious entity, it is still not a reason for everyone to give up.

We must do everything we can to improve ourselves so that we will not feel ashamed of our ancestors who sacrificed everything for the country and the nation during those turbulent years after they have traveled back in time.

So, no matter which city he was in during this period, no matter how much fun he had during the day and night, Dali never forgot this point.

After watching the fireworks show in Liuyang City, and with only a short rest period remaining, they will intensify their efforts.

As for why Dali still goes out for a run when the hotel clearly has its own gym?
And many experts have clearly said that the air quality is poor early in the morning and it is not recommended to exercise, yet he chose to exercise at such a time?
It can only be said that this habit makes Hu Biao, the time traveler team, the most persistent holdout in terms of the number of times they have traveled through time.

The habits that develop from setting a good example.

Unless it's raining, Hu Biao never goes to the gym, because he always feels something's off about exercising there; and he has no intention of heeding the experts' advice...

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Time: 11 PM on the 23rd day of the rest period.

Location: North America, in a remote farm in the border region between the Mexican and American countries.

With a 'gulp', Van Gogh downed at least two ounces of whiskey from the glass in his hand.

Since arriving in North America, Van Gogh had drunk quite a bit of whiskey, and even after swallowing the liquor, he couldn't help but furrow his brow deeply.

After picking up a piece of the cucumber salad and taking a bite, suppressing the churning in his stomach, he muttered a curse:
"This lousy liquor cost me over fifty dollars a bottle. I might as well drink the cheapest Red Star Erguotou."

Even cucumbers, when smashed and served cold, don't taste as good as homemade ones.

Upon hearing this, the third cousin, who was also quite drunk, sat down opposite him and, after giving Van Gogh a deep look, asked another question earnestly:
"Kid! You've really decided to go back to your country and not continue being a drone pilot for me?"

That's right! Van Gogh no longer plans to work as a drone pilot in North America to continue helping the poor people of Uncle Sam by providing them with high-quality, affordable, and safe eggs.

The reason for this is not that Uncle Sam's crisis has been successfully resolved.

They continued their egg-delivering business, which was no longer profitable.

The world is truly amazing. Even the mighty and powerful Uncle Sam, after spending so much time, still has no way to solve the problem of expensive eggs.

The explanation given by their relevant departments is:

It is very regrettable! The large number of laying hens culled in the avian flu outbreak have not yet returned to normal levels; the rise in fuel prices has also led to a continuous increase in transportation and feed costs.

Meanwhile, the quantity of imported eggs is limited, and the country is also affected by the current high tariffs.

In short, in the mighty Uncle Sam's country, the current average price of a dozen eggs is $5.9.

In some areas, the price has even reached $15 per dozen eggs, averaging $1.25 per egg. This is something that cannot be resolved in the short term.

Hopefully, Uncle Sam's people will hold on a little longer, and affordable eggs will naturally become available.

In this way, Van Gogh and his team could still make a fairly good profit from their large-scale egg transport business.

However, the key issue is that, even including the spoils he acquired during his last time travel, Van Gogh's current net worth is not even as much as a small goal.

A small goal of 0.78 is definitely not a problem.

Seriously! With that kind of wealth, he's still operating a large-scale egg delivery service in Mexico, risking his life each time to earn a pittance. Isn't that just ridiculous?
Back in Chengdu, where both the girls and the wives are radiant, I could buy some houses and become a landlord, then spend my free time dancing salsa. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
Therefore, after hesitating for a while, he finally talked to his third cousin about it a few days ago.

I don't plan to continue being a drone pilot; I'm going to go back to live in China.

Tonight, because the sea was too rough, it wasn't suitable for them to carry out their mission. So, my third cousin invited Van Gogh over for drinks, probably mainly to persuade him to stay.

Unexpectedly, when Van Gogh faced his third cousin's question, he didn't speak, but nodded in response.

My third cousin hesitated for a moment, but then gave an unexpected answer:

“You’ve made at least a million during this time, which is a lot of money. If you’re careful with your spending, you can still do a lot of things, so it’s fine to go back.”

Foreigners can't eat or sleep well here. Occasionally, they want to eat Chinese food at a restaurant, but it turns out to be run by monkeys. It's really not a place for humans to live.

However, there are two things you must promise me.

“Third cousin, you said it. As long as it’s within my power, I will definitely not let you ask for nothing.” Van Gogh lit a Marlboro for himself and the other person and answered in this way.

The third cousin's expression became even more serious:
"First of all, this money is something you risked your life to earn, so don't waste it when you get back."

It's fine to use it for decorating a house, getting married, or starting a business, but if you use it for eating, drinking, or... well, if I find out, I'll teach you a lesson.

Secondly, you need to work for me for another twenty days to a month. I'll need to find at least two skilled workers from China to fill your vacancy.

Feeling the deep affection in his third cousin's words, Van Gogh was deeply moved and solemnly agreed with a single word:

"it is good……"

What the third cousin didn't know was that for the next two weeks, even though he was trying to get Van Gogh to leave, the guy would still stubbornly stay.

It's all because of Van Gogh; he still has two unfulfilled wishes in North America.

He had no intention of returning home until he fulfilled these two wishes; and what those two wishes were becomes quite clear from Van Gogh's subsequent actions...

Slightly drunk, Van Gogh staggered back to the small courtyard where he lived.

After entering the courtyard, they did not go straight to their room and fall asleep.

Instead, he went straight to the garage, and his eyes lit up when he saw a big car in the garage. In an instant, even the drunkenness in his body faded a bit.

This amazing treasure is actually quite simple to explain.

In the garage, there was a World War II jeep, the kind that soldiers were known for.

This jeep has also been clearly modified. Specifically, an M1919A4 heavy machine gun has been installed on each side of the passenger seat and the rear seat.

The machine gun mount is dual-purpose, capable of both ground and air defense.

On the roof, where the .4 caliber machine gun used to be, there were now four strange-looking rifles; their thick barrels made it clear that they did not use ordinary caliber bullets.

Behind this jeep, there was a cargo bed, which was also filled with weapons.

All of these were things that Van Gogh had carefully prepared for his next time travel.

It can be said that Van Gogh meticulously prepared every weapon and piece of equipment, making very detailed choices, believing that there was a high probability that he could bring them all.

One of the jeeps had been developed and equipped by the soldiers as early as 41.

The vehicle's weight definitely exceeded the original limit of 150 kilograms of belongings per person during the transmigration.

However, the mysterious entity had just completed an upgrade during the last period of its last journey, which resulted in a significant boost to the personal strength of these individuals.

It seems that the next time they travel through time, the maximum amount of supplies they can carry will be greatly increased, to the point that even a jeep like this could be brought over.

On the roof rack were four rather odd-looking rifles, which at first glance resembled Barrett rifles.
They are merely replicas of gun barrels. In reality, Van Gogh first bought the barrel of an M2 heavy machine gun from the black market, then modified it to the specifications of an M2 barrel, and finally made it into a DIY anti-tank gun by adding hand-made parts.

It uses M2 heavy machine gun ammunition, has a fixed magazine, five-round loading, bolt-action mechanism, and a 3.5x magnification PU sight from World War II.

If steel-core bullets are used, they are quite effective at destroying Japanese tanks.

To be honest, Van Gogh's skill in equipment making was certainly not as good as that of Mo Shuiyan, the Wizard, Chaozi, and Uncle Bo; however, having worked in a machine factory, his hands-on ability was quite good.

In the bed of the jeep, there was a large box.

After Van Gogh casually opened it, he could see some barrels that at first glance looked like those of a ZB26, also known as a Type 96 light machine gun.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the barrel is significantly longer.

That's true. These are actually 740mm long Mauser G98 barrels that have been modified; with some accessories, they can be quickly assembled into a machine gun.

Along with the gun barrel came several flexible ammunition belts and 10,000 rounds of SMK-H armor-piercing ammunition.

Having prepared the aforementioned gun barrels and armor-piercing ammunition, Van Gogh's thinking was: although the Czech light machine gun could also use this type of bullet and had a certain armor-piercing effect.

However, the barrel of the Czech light machine gun was too short, so it could not fully utilize the capabilities of this armor-piercing round.

This often results in the anti-armor effect being less than satisfactory.

However, if these long barrels are processed into some DIY general-purpose machine guns, the power of this armor-piercing round can be perfectly exerted while ensuring the rate of fire.

Once the fighting starts, it's hard to say what will happen when they face other Japanese tanks.

However, attacking the Japanese Type 95 light tanks from the side is a piece of cake; if we were to encounter the battle against the 13th Tank Regiment in C Sand City again, it wouldn't be as difficult.

Meanwhile, in order to increase the accuracy of this DIY universal machine gun, it was designed to be able to penetrate the Japanese iron tortoise shell even at a range of 300 meters.

Van Gogh also prepared 100 4x side-mounted sights, which were custom-made from an optical instrument factory in Mianyang.

It can be used not only for DIY general-purpose machine guns, but also for other DIY sniper rifles and rocket launchers.

In addition to the weapons and equipment mentioned above, Van Gogh also brought quite a few other things with him.

For example, Van Gogh also brought a set of related tools for the modifications.

加了2.5倍瞄准镜的M1903步枪8支，搭配使用的Mk IV型V-B枪榴弹发射器8个，VB型枪榴弹400发，二战美式柠檬手雷2箱。

20 M1912 pump-action shotguns and 5 Browning AUTO-5 shotguns.

In short, Van Gogh meticulously prepared a whole host of equipment so that he could fight the Japanese better and more smoothly the next time he traveled back in time.

It has everything from air defense and anti-armor to suppressing Japanese infantry; it's practically a small arsenal.

However, there is a crucial problem: he can't possibly bring all these things back to China.

Without the shopping basket, that magical spatial device, he would be firmly held down upon entry, and then probably face years of prison food and sewing machines.

In that case, it would only be possible in a place like North America.

Waiting for the next time travel to begin, and then trying to take it with me.

"I won't say anything in the group yet. Once I've successfully brought it over, I'll dazzle those damn bastards and their dog eyes." Van Gogh thought to himself with a smug satisfaction as he surveyed and counted the equipment…

The jeeps and weapons mentioned above were one of Van Gogh's two wishes to remain in North America.

As for the other wish, just keep reading.

After taking a refreshing hot bath and washing himself clean, Van Gogh felt less drunk; and so, he tossed and turned on the soft bed, unable to fall asleep at all.

He simply picked up his phone and skillfully entered the X platform.

I quickly discovered that a creator I follow had just updated their content; after clicking on the update, I exclaimed "Wow!" several times in a row.

The woman above was around thirty years old, but had a hot figure and was quite beautiful with blonde hair.

She was wearing a military police uniform jacket and striking various poses; however, all she was wearing was the uniform jacket, and it wasn't even buttoned up.

So much so that not only can you see a vast expanse of white, but you can also see a pair of rather large breasts, which are almost entirely exposed.

After admiring it for a while, Van Gogh immediately tipped him ten thousand US dollars.

Of course! Even if Van Gogh had a net worth of seventy or eighty million now, he wouldn't normally treat money so carelessly. The above actions were just a long-term strategy to catch a big fish.

This foreign woman is named Linda, and her real identity and profession are Sergeant First Class in Uncle Sam's Coast Guard.

She was the same one who led the pursuit of Van Gogh at sea; back then, Van Gogh even gave her another middle finger and yelled, "Linda, fuck you, Linda!"

He was a man of principle, a true gentleman, and his word was his bond.

If I said I'd beat her, then I'll definitely beat her.

So this was Van Gogh's second wish; throwing out those ten thousand dollars was merely bait to lure Linda, this foreign woman.

As for the results? They are, of course, quite good.

Although Linda is a sergeant major, she has served for less than six years and her monthly salary is only around three thousand seven or eight hundred dollars.

With the soaring cost of living for Uncle Sam and his family, this money is naturally a bit tight.

However, according to the rules of the X platform, she would get 70% of the $10,000 tip, which is $7000, equivalent to two months' salary for her.

Such a wealthy fan is definitely her top supporter, and she needs to be well-supported.

Soon after, Van Gogh received a private message in the background: "Mr. Cao, thank you for the donation. If you have the opportunity to come to Texas, I will definitely treat you to a meal."

Then several more private messages were sent, all containing even more explicit images.

This made Van Gogh even more determined to fulfill his second wish...

(End of this chapter)