The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 63 A Bloody Day (Part )

...When a battle with the Japanese lasted for a long time, especially more than three days, you could often see some brothers lying on the battlefield, hunched over and firing at the Japanese with distorted movements.

From a distance, he looked like a giant monkey, and didn't look at all like a soldier.

But there was nothing we could do! This was all caused by hunger; the fierce enemy artillery fire had blocked the possibility of sending any supplies from the rear, including food.

Anyone who hadn't eaten for a few days and had been battling the Japanese for days at a high intensity wouldn't be able to regain their strength. Those who could persevere in the battle were already the strongest warriors...

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

With the division of labor among Hu Biao and other five people, they first cut the pork into large strips, put it into a pot with cold water, added onion, ginger, pepper and cooking wine, and boiled it for about 15 minutes.

When you can easily insert a chopstick into the meat, take it out and put it in cold water to cool.

Then Uncle Bo, Black Star and Huang A-di, the three people who can cook, worked together to cut the large pieces of meat into thin slices for later use.

After the other side dishes were washed and cut, Chef Hu Biao started to take action.

Put the meat slices in a hot pan with cold oil and stir-fry until the oil comes out, then add the bean paste and stir-fry until fragrant. Finally, add other side dishes and stir-fry over high heat.

Finally, two large buckets of fragrant twice-cooked pork were ready.

The rice that is being steamed at the same time is also ready to be taken out of the pot at this time.

Uncle Bo, who was waiting on the side and was a native of Guangzhou, couldn't wait to pick up a big piece with his fingers and put it in his mouth.

Even though the meat was too hot and he, a Cantonese man, couldn't handle spicy food, his mouth was a little crooked at the time.

I don't know if it's because I'm too greedy because I don't have enough oil in my stomach, or I'm really hungry, or for some other reason, anyway, the doctor can swear:

Even though twice-cooked pork is best made with pork belly and pork tenderloin, the piece he just picked up was not very suitable for this dish.

This is still the most delicious twice-cooked pork he has ever eaten in his life, without a doubt.

In fact, not to mention Uncle Bo, even Hu Biao was a little curious after taking a bite. Why did his twice-cooked pork taste so good today? Did he perform beyond his level?

Just like that, it was a little after five in the morning, when the sky was just beginning to brighten.

The brothers from the third company who had just been woken up were surprised to find that their breakfast today was rice with twice-cooked pork, and they could eat as much as they wanted.

By the way, there was also a bucket of hot pot soup with a lot of oil floating in it.

Suddenly, this hot and spicy delicacy not only stimulated their taste buds, but also drove away their sleepiness and fatigue.

Even after putting it in my mouth, the taste that seemed to come from my hometown made me feel better.

After finishing two large bowls of rice in one breath, Bian Naoke, an old soldier from the Pao Brothers family, helped himself to half a bowl of rice and a large spoonful of twice-cooked pork.

With a satisfied expression on his face, he sighed:

"Oh my god! How come this hot pot meat is so delicious? I'm afraid only the bald principal can eat it every day."

After hearing this, Huang A'di, who had originally eaten two large bowls and still felt unsatisfied, suddenly felt that he could not eat anymore.

He couldn't help but think of his future life, when he was trying to lose weight and would feel extremely disgusted every time he saw greasy twice-cooked pork.

It turns out that the things that we once despised were actually the unattainable dreams of our ancestors.

Fortunately, he still had some common sense and did not express these feelings that would ruin the mood of other time travelers.

At dawn while enjoying a big meal, the brothers of the third company were chatting and laughing in low voices, and everything seemed so beautiful.

But no one knew that this was the last and only time the Third Company would have leisure time at the Dunwu Temple position.

Because in order to defend this position, the third company had made various preparations last night; many of these preparations came from later experience and would definitely bring huge surprises to the Japanese.

What is more important is the determination and belief in holding the ground and fighting to the last moment.

The Japanese side was determined to recapture the position.

They also have more troops, as well as strong support from airplanes, artillery, and tanks, as well as some unscrupulous and bottom-line-less behavior.

In short, the day of October 10th was destined to be bloody for both sides...

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At 5:39 in the morning, the Japanese began to launch the balloons that they had released yesterday evening into the air one by one. The real-time situation on the Songhu battlefield was once again under the control of the Japanese.

Ten minutes later, the Japanese artillerymen, having finished their breakfast, headed towards the guns, their muzzles raised high. At several field airfields and on Japanese aircraft carriers like the Kaga, Ryujo, and Hosho, planes were refueling and loading up with ammunition and bombs.

Even the Japanese squadron leader of the 19th Infantry Regiment at the Japanese starting battlefield opposite the Dunwu Temple.

Looking at the chariot that was starting and the men who were ready to attack, his eyes were filled with passion.

Because he was fantasizing: If he could bring the body of that guy on the Enlightenment Temple position to the captain in person, he would definitely receive a generous reward.

Finally, when the time came to six in the morning.

Hu Biao put a cigarette in his mouth, no! It should be an after-dinner cigarette. Before he could find a match to light it, he heard a sharp whistling sound in the air.

As he let his after-dinner cigarette fall, he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Bombardment, concealment..."

About ten minutes later, amidst a series of "Pooh" sounds, Hu Biao spat out a mouthful of mud and sand, and crawled out of the anti-artillery hole with lingering fear.

There is no way! Comparing people will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away.

The last time he was defending position No. 7, the artillery fire he endured was far less fierce.

The main reason was that Position No. 7 was only one of the secondary flank positions, and the Japanese focused their main energy and artillery fire on the main battlefield of Luodian.

The only artillery fire they had to withstand was basically the Type 92 infantry gun.

But this time, their third company not only defended the strategic point of the Epiphany Temple defense line; it also defended the most important central position in the Epiphany Temple defense line.

This time, the amount and intensity of artillery fire increased dramatically.

Just now, during the artillery bombardment that lasted about ten minutes, shells rained down on the position.

The 70mm Type 92 infantry gun inside was a piece of cake in this artillery attack.

The 105mm field cannon is the main force, and there is also no shortage of 150mm caliber heavy artillery, which means that it has not been bombarded by 203mm caliber naval guns.

For a moment, bombs rained down on the position. The firepower was much more fierce than the 12 75mm mountain guns of a Kuomintang artillery regiment when they attacked last night.

During this process, Hu Biao hid in the anti-artillery cave and could do nothing.

The only thing we can do is hope that the anti-artillery holes they built are strong enough to withstand a direct hit from a 105mm shell.

As for being able to withstand direct hits from 150mm or larger caliber heavy artillery, that is simply unthinkable.

If you get hit by one of these things, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

Fortunately, even after being hit by a shell of unknown caliber, the wood used to support and reinforce the anti-gun hole made a harsh creaking sound.

The mud and sand above his head kept falling like rain, and soon he was covered in dust, as if he had just been pulled out of a pile of mud and sand.

This anti-artillery hole was finally successfully survived.

Without waiting for the Japanese artillery fire to completely subside, Hu Biao, who was worried that the Japanese would take the opportunity to attack immediately after it became sparse, crawled out of the anti-artillery hole.

After spitting out all the sand in his mouth, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone in the Third Company, prepare for battle. Also, check to see if any of the bomb shelters have collapsed. Are there any people inside?"

After saying this, Hu Biao picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and looked outside the position in the still flying dust, trying to see the latest movements of the devils...

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