The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 635: The Difficulty Increases (Two Chapters Combined)

Time: 7:05 pm.

Location: Misaka Village, under the jurisdiction of the Japanese settlers, at the entrance of the village office.

Three Type 94 trucks, almost brand new and with their cargo compartments covered by thick tarpaulins, were already running; these trucks were considered spoils of war that Hu Biao and her team had captured from a warm warehouse next to the village office.

So it went smoothly, and the engine started.

This thing is made by Isuzu, a Japanese company. It has a three-axle frame chassis and six wheels in total, two in the front and four in the rear.

It has a 68-horsepower gasoline engine and a standard load capacity of only 1.5 tons; the top speed is 45 to 60 kilometers per hour, but the top speed of 60 kilometers per hour can only be achieved on paved roads.

Frankly speaking, this kind of dilapidated state would be considered industrial waste by modern people like Hu Biao.

The only saving grace was that they found snow chains already strapped to the truck's wheels, avoiding the hassle of manually making the chains themselves and saving them a lot of time.

Actually, the topic of rubber tire snow chains was a blind spot for Hu Biao and his group:

This anti-slip material was invented and patented by Harry Wade of Uncle Sam's family almost forty years ago.

Of course, it doesn't really matter when anti-skid chains were invented; what matters is that at this point, Hu Biao and his team had finally made all the necessary preparations for their departure.

After a flurry of activity, they loaded the carriage with spare gasoline, dry rations, liquor, weapons and ammunition, and even blankets for warmth.

Including Xie Laoyan and five others from KL, the group of 42 people will be ready to depart soon.

"Let's go! Hurry up, or the Japanese reinforcements might be coming soon." Hu Biao, who was leaning out from the passenger seat of a car, shouted to Lu Dazhi and the others.

Then he withdrew from his position and, turning to Annie, who was acting as the driver, said a single word: "Let's go."

Upon hearing this, Annie didn't hesitate. She quickly shifted gears, accelerated, and drove the lead car towards the front door.

The other two cars behind them, driven by the old car and Van Gogh, quickly followed.

Seeing this, Lu Dazhi and the other villagers who served as servants, cooks, and maids in the village waved vigorously at the three trucks and began to evacuate from the back door.

At this moment, Lu Dazhi and the others could be seen carrying many packages and pockets of various sizes.

These were all spoils they had found in the village from the houses that hadn't yet burned down.

Aside from the Japanese military notes and gold jewelry hidden in their pockets, which were some of the more valuable items, there were none.

The other bags and packages contained only cornmeal, old cotton clothes and quilts, pots and pans, and other worthless items.

What else? If you take some rice and flour back to eat and drink, and brand-new cotton clothes and quilts back to wear, you'll be labeled an 'economic criminal' in no time, bringing a huge disaster upon yourself.

Although the principle is the same, when they saw that their fellow villagers, such as Lu Dazhi, had excellent rice, flour, cotton clothes, and quilts, they dared not take them.

They could only take some coarse grains and old clothes, and they were all very happy when they received them.

A profound sense of frustration still welled up within the hearts of all the transmigrators…

Presumably because the snow on the highway was cleared by the Japanese from time to time, it was noticeably thinner than in other places, only about seventeen or eighteen centimeters thick.

Unfortunately, to avoid a rollover, experienced drivers like Annie could only drive at a speed of around 20 kilometers per hour after setting off.

Fortunately, this speed is already much faster than the speed at which Hu Biao and the others were struggling to move forward on skis through the thick snow.

Even more wonderful was that the convoy of three trucks had only traveled a little over a kilometer from Mirong Village along the road.

On top of the cab of the lead vehicle, the warehouse manager was driving a Type 96 light machine gun.

Under the bright moonlight tonight, I saw a group of fifty or sixty people jogging along the road towards us.

They were dressed in all sorts of clothes, including Japanese military uniforms, black-skinned dog uniforms, and ordinary cotton-padded coats with armbands on their arms.

Judging from this setup, it must be a nearby tribal group.

This refers to the Japanese forces that forcibly relocated villagers from several surrounding villages to live together in one place, and used this type of place for management and guarding.

They rushed to provide support after hearing the explosion in the quiet night.

Upon seeing these newcomers, Hu Biao and the others were overjoyed.

They naturally knew one thing: the commotion in Mirong Village was far too great to be concealed from the Japanese for long. Sooner or later, the Japanese would discover it and begin a frantic pursuit and interception.

However, before they were discovered by the Japanese, there should have been a period of time during which they had the opportunity to sneak past the Japanese checkpoints and outposts along the way.

The main idea is to first travel a certain distance, and the farther the distance, the better.

The premise is that they all changed into Japanese military uniforms, or the uniforms of traitors like Black Dog, and the leader was a Japanese officer.

There is a chance of success if they are disguised as a mixed force on a secret mission.

Originally, Hu Biao and his men only found a large number of kimonos in Mirong Village, but they couldn't find any officer uniforms, which was causing them some trouble.

Unexpectedly, these guys delivered themselves to my doorstep, just as I was looking for something.

Because the leader of the small group in front of them was a Japanese lieutenant; his rank was low, but it seemed to be just enough.

This guy probably has never encountered anything like it before: protesters from Northeast China and KL driving trucks so ostentatiously on the main road.

Instinctively, they assumed that everyone on the truck was one of their own.

Because he was standing by the roadside waving his hands, signaling the car to stop immediately, and shouting:

"Stop! Stop! Did you come from Mirong Village? Why are there loud gunshots and explosions over there, and why is there a fire? Who attacked you?"

At the shouts of the Japanese lieutenant, Annie maneuvered the truck to a slow stop beside him.

At this point, with his eyes finally out of the headlights, the Japanese lieutenant could see the driver of the vehicle clearly—an exceptionally beautiful woman—and realized something was amiss.

But by then, it was all too late.

The reason why the warehouse manager and others didn't shoot the Japanese lieutenant from a distance was simply because they didn't want to damage his uniform or get it stained with blood, thus revealing an obvious flaw after he changed clothes.

Just as the Japanese lieutenant realized something was wrong, he was about to shout something.

Anne had already opened the car door and leaped out of the driver's seat like lightning; with a swift chop of her right hand, she struck the Japanese lieutenant on the Adam's apple.

Don't let her delicate hands fool you; after seven consecutive physical enhancements, her strength has reached a terrifying level.

With a swift chop, he smashed the Japanese lieutenant's Adam's apple.

The warning that had been raised to his throat was silenced.

At this point, whether the Japanese lieutenant could sound a warning was irrelevant; the reason for not shooting at him was to avoid soiling his officer's uniform, but other targets did not have this concern.

Therefore, only half a second slower than Annie, the other transmigrators also took action, pulling the trigger at the targets on the roadside.

These Japanese soldiers and traitors had just completed a forced march through the snow and were all exhausted. They were standing by the roadside with their hats off, and steam was still rising from their heads.

Caught off guard, most of them were killed by Hu Biao and his men in just a few seconds; about twenty Japanese soldiers were killed as well.

The remaining traitors were stunned by the terrifying firepower.

They didn't even dare to fire back at Hu Biao and the others while holding guns; instead, they would throw their guns away, kneel on the ground, and shout, "Grandpa, spare my life! Good man, grandpa, spare my life!"

Or they would throw away their guns, turn around, and run towards the wilderness by the roadside without a care in the world.

However, none of these measures had any effect; after a burst of gunfire, they were all killed on the spot…

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Five or six minutes later, the convoy of three trucks set off again, but by this time Hu Biao had changed into a Japanese lieutenant's uniform.

With Hu Biao's height of 183 cm, wearing a Japanese military uniform that was at most 165 cm tall was naturally not a good fit.

Fortunately, he was sitting in the passenger seat, so the people outside couldn't tell anything was wrong for a while.

And so the convoy continued on its way; and you know what! Although it was a bit cold in the vehicles, the efficiency of the journey was much better than before.

Half an hour later, a makeshift checkpoint appeared before them. From a distance, they could see two wooden barricades on the road, with a thick log across the middle, and seven or eight black dogs were tiptoeing, peering in their direction.

After discovering that there were no Japanese soldiers inside, Hu Biao had a brilliant idea flash through his mind.

He quickly rolled down the window, poked his head out, and shouted in Japanese at the black dogs in the distance:

"Baka yarou! We are on urgent official business. Get out of the way immediately, or you'll lose your heads."

Among those black dogs, some could clearly understand the Japanese language.

But the most crucial point is that these people, like the Japanese lieutenant before them, never imagined that in this day and age, there would still be people who dared to impersonate Japanese soldiers and drive on the road.

The black dogs, startled, quickly moved the logs and barricades aside.

Then he stood by the roadside and bowed respectfully to the people in the three trucks that drove past him.

What surprised Huang Adi and the others was not that Hu Biao had led them through a checkpoint so easily.

Instead, Huang Adi has been learning the Japanese language during his recent rest periods.

I'm confident that my learning efficiency and results are quite good; I've even reached the point where I don't need subtitles when watching movies.

So what happened? After hearing Hu Biao's Japanese speech, I was surprised to find that his pronunciation was actually quite clear and articulate, much better than mine.

With a puzzled expression, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"That doesn't make sense! That pathetic guy didn't seem to have any talent for languages, so how come the Japanese are so fluent these days?"

As soon as the sound faded, AT couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"Yes! I don't understand it either."

I've traveled to Japan a few times before, so I have some basic knowledge, but after studying for several months, I'm still not as good as this damn loser. This doesn't make sense!

The questions surrounding Huang Adi and AT were soon answered.

Because Hu Biao's mistress, Mina, clearly learned more inside information from her own cousin.

Upon hearing this, she said leisurely, "What else could it be? He often plays role-playing games with his cousin in private."

In terms of plot, it's mostly adult content like 'the poor neighbor's wife', 'the new female teacher at the school', and 'the strict female boss is actually?'

They spoke Japanese the entire time, and after a while, their Japanese became fluent.

Upon hearing this, Huang Adi and AT exchanged bewildered glances, at a loss for words.

Damn it! What can they possibly say now? It's not that they didn't study hard, it's just that their families really don't have the resources for such a good education...

It must be said! The Japanese really went to great lengths to maintain their rule in Northeast China.

After that, Hu Biao and his men traveled another eleven or twelve kilometers before another checkpoint appeared by the roadside.

This checkpoint was even larger, with a dozen or so black-skinned Japanese soldiers guarding it, each holding a Liaoning Type 17 light machine gun, and five or six other Japanese soldiers.

Despite Hu Biao shouting orders from afar, "Emergency mission, get out of the way!", he remained unmoved.

After Annie stopped the truck, a Japanese corporal who was leading the charge started banging on the passenger door, shouting "Identity!" and "Show me your identification immediately!"

At the same time, he peeked out and looked warily into the driver's cab.

Before he could even get a clear look at the situation in the driver's seat, Hu Biao had already slapped him hard across the face, showing no mercy whatsoever.

So in an instant, the Japanese corporal was knocked to the ground. One side of his face swelled up rapidly, and he felt dizzy and nauseous.

Good heavens! He was literally pulled out of his brain and suffered a concussion.

That's why, when Hu Biao flashed the officer's ID card he had seized from the Japanese lieutenant in front of him, the Japanese corporal, who had just gotten up from the ground, couldn't see the details clearly.

Fearing another slap was about to land, he quickly saluted Hu Biao while also shouting out:
"Let him through! You damned idiots, get this lieutenant through right now!"

In this way, Hu Biao and his men passed through another checkpoint without any fighting.

It was only 8:20 p.m., about 30 hours before General Zhao was killed, but they were less than 130 li away from the scene of the incident.

A few minutes later, Zanana, who was resting with her eyes closed on the last truck, suddenly thought of something.

Reaching the rear of the carriage, he lifted the canvas and drew his bow and arrow.

Upon releasing his grip, a sharp arrow flew out of his hand.

After hitting a telephone line by the roadside, the line broke in two, preventing the Japanese soldiers further back from contacting those in Jiamusi by phone.

In short, the entire operation to rescue General Zhao, from the attack on Mirong Village until now, has been exceptionally easy and smooth.

However, as the convoy continued its journey, apart from a few newcomers who had just crossed over, who looked quite relaxed.

All the other transmigrators, including Xie Laoyan and others, wore solemn expressions.

Because they knew that although they were advancing rapidly, it was only because the Japanese hadn't reacted yet and were trying to encircle and intercept them.

This kind of time will not last too long.

So their real difficulties haven't even begun yet...

And that was indeed the case. After continuing for another thirteen or fourteen kilometers, the heavy snow that had subsided for most of the day began to fall again, blanketing the land.

At this rate of snowfall, the snow on the road will soon accumulate to a thick layer, greatly reducing the speed of trucks to a mere 15 kilometers per hour.

If that were all, it wouldn't be a big deal; at this speed, they could still reach their destination before dawn.

Unfortunately, they didn't even have the time to travel safely until dawn, let alone avoid fighting.

A few minutes before 10 p.m., another checkpoint appeared in front of Hu Biao and his men.

From a distance, one could see only a few simple barricades on the road, and a handful of black dogs were hiding in a wooden house by the roadside, lazily smoking.

Everything indicated that Hu Biao and his group's identities had not yet been exposed.

It seemed that as long as he shouted a few words at the top of his lungs like before, or slapped the blind Japanese soldiers and black dogs who came up to question him a few times, he could continue to advance easily.

However, at the first moment, Hu Biao felt a strange sense of crisis.

I have a feeling that this small checkpoint in front of me is far more complex than it appears.

He immediately grabbed an MP28 submachine gun, and using the butt to bang on the back of the driver's cab.

According to the previous agreement, this rhythm of three short strikes followed by one long strike represents the following meaning:

Stop the car immediately and prepare for battle.

Hu Biao's sudden sense of crisis was not without reason; Annie and the other drivers had just stopped their truck when they were still forty or fifty meters away from the checkpoint.

Perhaps realizing that their ambush had been completely exposed by this point.

About twenty Japanese soldiers and their lackeys emerged from the snow by the roadside and opened fire on them; a large portion of the firepower was directed at the wheels of the car.

It was clearly an attempt to puncture the tires and disrupt their mode of transportation.

With only twenty or so opponents, they naturally couldn't cause any trouble for Hu Biao and his men.

The battle ended quickly. Their biggest loss was just two bullet holes in the windshield of the lead vehicle.

It just lets in more cold air, making it even colder inside.

However, the expressions on the faces of the group of time travelers changed after Dali found a wooden plank covered with nails in the snow on the road in front of the checkpoint.

Their faces were even colder than the terrible weather.

No other reason than they realized some terrible news: the Japanese had reacted and begun to encircle and intercept them; the arduous battle had officially begun...

(End of this chapter)