The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 621 A Ridiculous Start (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

...Now many people are complaining online: why is it that Northeast China, which has never fought a single major battle, is praised by our Party as the mainstay of the War of Resistance Against Japan?

Based on my personal experience, they absolutely deserve such praise.

Without their restraint, the Japanese wouldn't have needed to wait until 1937 to launch a full-scale war against China; nor would we have had the opportunity or time to arm our German-equipped divisions.

Without their presence to keep them occupied, the Kwantung Army, the flower of the Japanese army, wouldn't have stayed in Northeast China just to watch the show, even if it was to guard against the Russians.

Once they enter the pass, given the equipment, manpower, and combat effectiveness of the Japanese Kwantung Army, it will be a terrifying disaster.

Without their presence, Northeast China would have provided the Japanese with even more terrifying war resources during the long fourteen-year occupation period...

It's no exaggeration to say that the existence of Northeast China's KL (Korean Ligament Authority) is related to the success or failure of this war.

Those who haven't experienced it firsthand can never truly understand, through mere imagination and the mundane words recorded in the documents, how much suffering and hardship the soldiers in KL have endured over the long years.

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

With a hiss, I felt my legs touch the ground again, and I knew I had successfully traveled to Van Gogh's era during the War of Resistance against Japan.

When a gust of cold wind blew past me, I immediately shivered violently.

Instinctively, he grabbed his arms with both hands and tucked his neck into his collar.

In his mind, he was frantically complaining: "What the hell is that mysterious being up to? What kind of godforsaken place have they brought us to? And what time is it now?"

It's quite normal for Van Gogh to have such a reaction.

Even though he didn't open his eyes at that moment, he could feel that he was wearing quite thick clothes.

He wore tall riding boots and a woolen officer's uniform, which included a shirt and a sweater underneath, making it quite a lot of clothing.

In addition, given his current excellent physical condition, although it cannot be said that he is 'impervious to heat and cold'.

However, compared to normal people, their resistance to severe cold is at least ten degrees stronger.

Even so, Van Gogh still felt his body heat rapidly disappearing in the gusts of cold wind, making him feel colder and colder.

With these enormous questions in mind, Van Gogh then opened his eyes.

The first thing I noticed was that it was nighttime, and a bright moon hung in the sky; judging from the moon's position, it must have been shortly after nightfall.

By the moonlight, he could see that they were in a snowy and icy environment, in a clearing in the middle of a dense forest.

Although it didn't snow, the only other thing was the howling wind.

Everywhere you look, there is thick snow, as if you are in a white world.

How deep was the snow? Van Gogh didn't know for sure. All he knew was that the thick snow had buried his riding boots up to about 15 or 16 centimeters from his knees.

And it seemed to be pressed down by his weight, slowly continuing to sink downwards, anyway, the snow was quite deep.

No wonder his toes became terribly cold in such a short time.

The number of people participating in this trek was quite large, and they were divided into two distinct groups in the snow. In his group, all the faces were familiar.

There are probably twenty or thirty people; most of the time-traveler team has come.

These people were just like him, all with their necks hunched, arms crossed, looking around with blank and speechless expressions.

About thirteen or fourteen meters away from them were seven unfamiliar faces: five men and two women.

Just by looking at their clothes and appearance, you could tell that these people were novices in this operation.

That's why these newbies seem to be in a bad situation.

There was no other way! These people were wearing very thin clothes; the five men were only wearing some single-layer cotton pajamas or jackets.

The two women were in an even worse situation; their faces, which were somewhat attractive, were covered in heavy makeup.

One was a woman who looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. She was wearing a short cheongsam and striped stockings on her fair thighs.

The other one was a girl who looked to be around 26 or 27 years old, wearing an exceptionally tight-fitting JK uniform.

Anyway, the two of them looked quite pretty and pleasing to the eye at first glance, but they provided almost no warmth whatsoever.

So much so that in a very short time, their bright red lips looked somewhat bluish, and they trembled like quails.

Presumably, he was terrified after thinking about the strange things that had happened to him in this godforsaken place, and for a moment he didn't dare to ask Hu Biao and the heavily armed men for help.

In short, whether you're a veteran or a newbie, you've truly crossed over from here.

Seeing the terrible environment and feeling the biting cold, it didn't feel good at all.

If there's anything that could offer Van Gogh a little comfort, it's that his deductions were correct: the total amount of supplies they carried during their journey and the upper limit of that amount.

After the mysterious entity underwent its last upgrade, it also received a significant boost. Therefore, although he didn't bring the wagon bed and its contents with him, he still managed to gather the weapons, equipment, and supplies he had carefully prepared.

However, the modified jeep, along with the modified weapons inside, and some ammunition and supplies placed in the seats and trunk, were successfully brought over.

I imagined that there might be several camouflage cloths used in different terrains.

Although they were just single sheets of cloth, wrapping them around his body provided some warmth, and Van Gogh quickly started walking towards the jeep not far in front of him.

As a result, it was fine if we stayed still; we were just slowly descending through the snow.

After taking a step, Van Gogh's legs inexplicably gave way, and by the time he realized what was happening, his entire lower body had sunk into the thick snow.

Even though he was stuck in the snow to this extent, it did not completely render Van Gogh unable to move.

But after struggling through the snow for about ten steps and arriving at the jeep that was half-sunken in the snow, he felt that he had exhausted himself even more than when he usually walked a mile or two.

Fortunately, as he got closer, he saw a large backpack in the jeep, containing the camouflage fabric he was looking for.

Just as he reached out his hands and touched the side door of the jeep.

At this moment, feeling like they were frozen to the bone, their minds were slowed down. Uncle Bo, 803, Xufeng, Annie, and Mina, who were pondering something, only realized the situation was bad after seeing Van Gogh's actions.

They all shouted, "Old Cao! Stop!"

But by then, it was all too late...

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Seriously! It's just opening a car door, what danger could there be? Under normal circumstances, there wouldn't be, but in the current situation, there really is.

And so it happened! Van Gogh, who had just touched the car door, heard the warning sound, though he didn't know what was going on.

Trusting his partner, he immediately tried to remove his hands from the car door, only to be surprised to find that his hands were stuck to the door.

With the slightest force, not only was it impossible to detach the palm, but the torn skin on the palm also caused a dull ache.

Van Gogh immediately realized that with his brute strength, he should have been able to forcibly tear his hand off the car door.

But the skin on my palms will probably all remain on the car door.

In such a cold environment, it will take much longer for such injuries to heal.

It was at this moment that the voice of 803, this guy from Northeast China, finally rang out, stating some of the judgments he had just made:
"As everyone knows, I usually enjoy hiking, and I am particularly familiar with the wilderness of Northeast China."

So, based on details like terrain and vegetation, this is definitely our Northeast region; and it's winter now.

I just can't tell you which winter it was, or which part of Northeast China it was.

You need to ask someone to find out the truth.

The outdoor temperature is at least minus twenty degrees Celsius, and Old Cao actually touched the iron lump with his bare hands. The sweat on his palms practically stuck to the iron upon contact.

After hearing this analysis, Hu Biao rubbed his nose, which looked like it was about to burst with snot, and was about to say something.

As a southerner who had spent almost all his time living and working in the south, Van Gogh was already grimacing as he shouted:

"Hey guys, forget where we are, what time it is, and how did I get stuck like this? Get me out of here, or I'm supposed to just stand here forever?"

"Old Cao, don't worry! It's easy to open it up. Just pour some hot water on it."

Annie, who is also somewhat of a Northeastern girl, spoke up after realizing what was happening.

However, Van Gogh was not happy at all: "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and boil some water. Do you people still have the habit of carrying thermos cups?"

Upon hearing this, Annie seemed to have thought of something, and first gave a sly smile.

He then said, "Why go through all that trouble? Just rinse it with urine."

"Hurry up, Erpang! You're the kind of guy who always slacks off at work and goes to the bathroom a lot; that's why you pee a lot and are good at it."

He was so good at this that Van Gogh instinctively wanted to object when he heard Huang Yizhi was going to urinate on his hands.

When he realized that he would have to wait until the fire was lit and the water was boiled, and he didn't know when he could let go of her hand, he could only shut his mouth in frustration.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yizhi did not hesitate and immediately stepped forward to help. However, just as he was unbuckling his belt, he suddenly stopped talking.

He asked hesitantly, "To be honest, this is my first time in Northeast China."

I've heard that when you go to the toilet in the wild, you should bring a stick and tap it from time to time, otherwise your thing will freeze. Is this true?

If that's true, you'd better get me a stick right now.

"Destroy! Let everyone be destroyed." This was Van Gogh's truest thought after hearing this, a man who had been constantly tormented and was physically and mentally exhausted.

The others weren't much better off either; all they could say was that the start of this time-travel adventure was utterly ridiculous...

(End of this chapter)