The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 626 Never Heard of It (Two-in-One Chapter)

Time: The third day after the time travel, when the sky was just beginning to brighten.

As for the specific year and day, the time travelers still don't know.

Because at this point, they still hadn't found or encountered any human presence; the high-powered radio hadn't made contact with the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment, our party, the bald head, or any other faction.

It is estimated that the severe cold weather, the continuous mountainous terrain, and even the presence of iron mines nearby are among the many factors that affected the transmission of electromagnetic waves.

At this point in time, Hu Biao poked his head out from under his woolen cloak while he slept.

With a single exhale, two thick plumes of white vapor were immediately expelled far away; a thin layer of frost had already formed on the woolen cloak and the surrounding pine needles.

The temperature readings indicate that it is at least minus forty degrees Celsius.

Fortunately, winter swimming is a good way to improve the body's ability to adapt to extremely cold environments.

Although Hu Biao was woken up five or six times last night by the cold, and his head was a little dizzy and throbbing after waking up, he slept for about four or five hours.

This situation is much better than the first night.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air and rousing himself, Hu Biao carefully got up; he covered Annie, who was also sleeping with her head covered, and his sister-in-law with the woolen cloak.

And you know what? The bald principal's woolen cloak really came in handy after we traveled through time.

Once draped over your body, it becomes a thick coat; at night, you can cover yourself with a thick blanket, enough to cover three people if you squeeze in.

After getting up, Hu Biao first opened a canned food box.

Inside, you could see about half a box of yellowish grease; this was actually grease he had rendered from the fat of prey such as roe deer and lynx.

These oils may not look impressive, but they are their treasures.

It is not only a precious fat, but it can also be used for lighting. The key is that when applied to the hands and face, it can effectively prevent the skin from cracking due to the cold wind, without the pain of being cut by a knife.

After applying the grease, Hu Biao walked to a large rock.

A quick rummage through a snowdrift nearby revealed more than twenty frozen fish, their innards already cleaned.

The smaller ones weigh only seven or eight ounces, while the larger ones weigh as much as six or seven pounds. If all of them are added together, they would weigh at least seventy pounds.

These fish were naturally the catch they brought back yesterday afternoon using various methods such as fishing, netting, and blasting.

After selecting about thirty pounds of fish, Hu Biao wielded an entrenching tool that could be used to cut down trees and chopped it into pieces of fish meat, thus beginning his breakfast preparation.

During this process, other people kept waking up.

Upon waking, they immediately began packing their weapons, ammunition, supplies, and luggage, as they were to depart immediately after breakfast...

After a flurry of activity, everyone drank several large bowls of fish soup, and their bodies finally warmed up completely.

After putting on DIY glasses—made by cutting a small slit in tree bark to prevent snow blindness—Hu Biao led the way out of the shelter where they had been staying for over thirty hours.

Over the next period of time, they will head south until they find human habitation.

As they left, everyone couldn't help but turn back to look at the shacks covered in thick snow, their eyes filled with reluctance.

Their behavior was partly due to the fact that this experience was unprecedented for everyone present.

If it weren't for these shelters, who knows how they would have frozen to death; over time, they actually developed some affection for them.

On the other hand, and most importantly.

This time, the veteran time travelers all brought a lot of weapons, equipment, tools, and supplies with them, ready to have a good fight.

However, in order to travel light, they could only take all their medicines, food, camouflage cloth, weapons for self-defense, sufficient ammunition, and a small amount of Japanese military currency and US dollars and pounds sterling when they left.

All of these combined probably only account for about 20-30% of the total.

The other supplies that had been carefully prepared before the journey could only be left here, covered with some pine needles, and temporarily abandoned.

Of those who repeatedly looked back, Van Gogh did so the most.

There was no other way! He went to great lengths this time, even bringing over a modified Jeep, hoping to dazzle everyone else with his money.

What happened? The Jeep was completely unusable in this environment, so we had no choice but to leave it here.

This mess was so frustrating, just thinking about it made him incredibly depressed...

For the rest of the day, Hu Biao and his group skied whenever they could, and walked step by step when they couldn't, covering a distance of nearly thirty kilometers.

Compared to previous expeditions where they could easily cover 60 or 70 kilometers a day, this was at least half the speed.

However, the veterans were quite satisfied with this result.

According to 803, a genuine Northeasterner, modern professional forest rangers patrol the forest during winter.

They trek for 8 to 10 hours a day, but the patrol distance is only 20 kilometers.

They were able to travel such a long distance, even taking an hour's break at noon, and everyone except the young female newcomer took a cold shower, which shows they were quite efficient.

There's not much to say about the journey we took today.

They still hadn't found any signs of human habitation, and apart from a pheasant, they hadn't caught any large prey; however, Zanana was truly an experienced hunter.

She found a squirrel's nest and caught a small squirrel, weighing only about 300 grams. That little bit of meat wasn't enough for one person to eat.

However, they found about ten pounds of pine nuts and chestnuts in the nest, which was a small surprise.

Less than three hours after they set off, the younger female newcomer suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and collapsed onto the ground.

She said she was cold and tired and could no longer walk.

As she spoke, her large eyes looked pitifully at the man among the group of veterans. Although she didn't say it outright, her desire to have someone carry her was self-evident.

The veterans' reaction was after Hu Biao shouted "Let's go."

He didn't even glance at the newlywed woman who was slumped on the ground, and continued walking forward.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Ah Wei and the other newcomers exchanged glances and then sighed. None of them intended to carry the woman on their backs.

He took a step forward and followed in the footsteps of Hu Biao and the others.

Therefore, they did not see that the young female bride was looking at the crowd getting further and further away from her, with no one paying any attention to her, and her eyes were full of malice.

He then got up from the ground and chased after Hu Biao and the others. His movements were quite agile and powerful, a far cry from the exhausted look he had when he was slumped on the ground earlier...

That night, in order to save time and energy, they naturally set up the same kind of simple shelter as before.

After eating some food, the exhausted group went to bed early; however, the two-hour shifts of guard were not neglected.

Around 11 p.m., Mr. Nanze, who was keeping watch, was sitting in front of the fire, eating roasted pine nuts one by one.

Suddenly he let go, letting the handful of pine nuts fall to the ground, and then picked up an MP28 submachine gun and aimed it at the 3 o'clock position.

Just then, the young female newcomer spoke in a low voice: "Brother! Don't shoot, it's me. I need your help with something."

"Why is this woman coming to see me so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Mr. Nanze cursed inwardly, but he released the finger that was already on the trigger and about to pull it.

A few seconds later, Mr. Nanze almost understood why the other party had come to find him.

In this weather that is almost minus 40 degrees Celsius, the woman actually took off the camouflage cloth that was stuffed with a lot of Ula grass and wrapped around her thigh.

The military jacket she was wearing was also unbuttoned, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin; it was as if she was showing Mr. Nanze the tight-fitting JK uniform she had worn when she was first teleported over.

It looks nice, but isn't it cold?
Of course it's cold! Thanks to his excellent eyesight, Mr. Nanze could clearly see that this woman now had goosebumps all over her chest.

Why is this woman working so hard? What is she trying to achieve?

Mr. Nanze couldn't think of any other possibility besides trying to seduce him and get some preferential treatment. And that was indeed the case. The new bride, who had walked up to Mr. Nanze with a swagger, plopped down next to him and immediately grabbed his arm.

Moreover, the arms were exceptionally precise, positioned between a pair of excellent assets.

Then she brought her mouth close to Mr. Nanze's ear and said softly:

"Brother! My name is Bao'er, and I work as a DJ at a bar. Many bosses spend a lot of money to invite me out for a late-night snack."

Can you help me? I really can't go on anymore.

Anything you can help me with, I'll do it. I know a lot...

I should say it! Warm breath was being exhaled near my ear, my arm was sinking into something soft, and my earlobe was even occasionally licked. It felt pretty good.

Before she could finish speaking, Mr. Nanze uttered only one word: "Get lost!"

After being scolded, even Bao'er, with her thick skin, couldn't take it anymore. With a sour face, she wrapped her military uniform jacket tightly around herself and hunched her shoulders as she quickly left for the shack where she would spend the night.

Looking at her retreating figure, Mr. Nanze was quite speechless.

Like Xiao Cui, he didn't have any prejudice against women with slightly special professions, so as long as she did her best to follow the team.

When they really can't hold on any longer, will these people really just abandon everything?

What's wrong with girls these days? When faced with even the slightest problem, their instinct is to find shortcuts and take advantage of others. They're practically courting disaster...

On the fourth day after crossing over, the group continued their journey through the old forests of Northeast China, covering about 27 or 28 kilometers in a day.

They still found no sign of human habitation, and didn't even encounter a single prey.

In other words, some wild berries of the mountain eggplant, also known as honeysuckle fruit, were discovered.

Because the last bit of fish was eaten up at noon, each person was given less than a handful of honeysuckle berries for dinner.

Perhaps because she caught a chill last night, Bao'er started coughing this morning.

By the time I had dinner, I had developed severe cold and fever symptoms.

So she finally received preferential treatment; after taking some cold medicine and fever reducers, she was the only one to be given a 100-gram piece of chocolate.

When sleeping, you can sleep in the shack where it is closest to the fire.

The next morning, Xiao Cui got up early, yawning, to check on Bao'er. To her dismay, she found that Bao'er had become stiff and had been dead for at least two hours.

Therefore, we set off 20 minutes later than usual today.

In those twenty minutes, the group collected quite a few dry trees.

After setting up a roughly large bed, they placed Bao'er's body, who was only wearing a tight-fitting JK uniform, on it; they lit a fire, thus giving her a cremation to prevent her from being defiled by wild animals.

This was all that Hu Biao and the others could do for Bao'er, considering that they were all time travelers.

After the flames were blazing, the team set off again.

For the rest of the day, Sun Shuang, Awei, and the other six newcomers became increasingly silent.

Even though they had largely accepted the reality of their time travel, the sight of Bao'er, who was also traveling through time for the first time with them, dying before their eyes still shocked them greatly.

Fortunately, although they became more silent, they became more enthusiastic and proactive in their actions, whether it was traveling or working...

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Time: The sixth day of the journey, around 1 p.m.

Looking up, I saw that it was only thirty or forty meters away from the top of the hill.

Hu Biao shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, give it your all! Once we get to the top of the mountain, we can slide down the slope, and everything will be much easier."

Unfortunately, no one echoed Hu Biao's shouts.

His girlfriend and his sister-in-law were the same; everyone was bowing their heads and bending over, moving forward silently and laboriously, the atmosphere was extremely dead still.

Damn it! What's there to agree with?

Not counting the time they spent practicing skiing when they first transmigrated, they've already spent three and a half days just traveling.

Even though they took some detours, they still traveled more than 70 kilometers in a straight line as they headed south.

The result was still that they found no trace of human habitation, not even a hint of life or activity; they had no idea how much longer it would take to get out of these vast mountains.

In addition, they also have to face the problems of severe cold, food shortages, declining physical strength, and excessive mental exertion.

Anyway, by now, among the group, even Huang Adi, who usually claims to gain weight even from drinking cold water, has clearly lost a lot of weight.

I finally succeeded in losing weight, but I felt no joy at all.

Like the other time travelers, he looked unshaven, with hair like a bird's nest, and lifeless eyes, appearing quite haggard.

Joy? What joy? If this continues, people will probably die again.

After they painstakingly climbed to the top of the mountain, everything changed dramatically.

"People say that there are mirages in the desert, where you see cities and lakes, but these are all fake. There shouldn't be such illusions in the old forests of Northeast China, right?"
803. "Mina, you're from Northeast China, tell me, is everything this Southerner is seeing real?"

After taking off his DIY glasses made of tree bark, Cross rubbed his eyes and asked the question.

Faced with this question, Mina, who was also rubbing her eyes and looking incredulous, weakly answered:
"Maybe, probably, it should be true, not an illusion."

At this moment, a village is located two or three miles away in front of everyone.

The village is small, consisting of only about twenty low mud houses, a third of which have collapsed or been burned down.

But the crucial point is that one of the houses has smoke coming out of its chimney.

This signifies that some of them have emerged from the vast mountains and finally returned to the human world, and that things are finally getting better.

Such a surprise came so suddenly that, amidst their anxiety and uncertainty, they could hardly believe their eyes.

After swallowing a mouthful of cold saliva, Hu Biao cursed:
"Stop embarrassing yourselves! There are no hallucinations in the old forest. Come on, let's go down the mountain and have a good meal first. We'll prepare pork stew with vermicelli and braised goose in an iron pot."

After saying that, Hu Biao pushed off with his ski poles and started skiing down the slope towards the village.

Seeing this, the people behind him also started to act.

As for danger? What danger could there be in such a small village? Even if it were full of Japanese soldiers, they could still take it down in one fell swoop.

Soon after, AT overtook Hu Biao and rushed towards the village first.

The reason he was so impatient was that he could almost smell the aroma of stewed goose in an iron pot, and his stomach was rumbling with cravings.

Not long after, AT had already rushed into the village.

He was less than 50 meters away from a house with a chimney belching smoke; he slammed on the brakes and ducked behind a low wall.

He mainly saw a figure holding a Liaoning 13 rifle or something similar, squinting as he aimed at him.

However, he also expressed his understanding, since anyone who sees a group of fully armed soldiers rushing towards them at such a rapid pace would be afraid and would pick up a weapon.

The solution is simple: just state your name.

In response, AT shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fellow countryman, don't be nervous, we are all on the same side. I am Lieutenant Colonel AT of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment."

When AT shouted out such a phrase, he felt a deep sense of pride.

This renowned title was earned by him and his comrades through countless life-and-death battles and the deaths of Japanese soldiers over the years.

Two seconds later, a loud voice rang out:

"Who the hell is talking to your own people, AIT? What kind of good person would choose such an unlucky name? Never heard of it..."

(End of this chapter)