After breaking up with Yang Dongli and other five-person team, the other 26 people, led by Hu Biao, began to trot off in the cool morning wind.
Before he ran far, Hu Biao saw a second lieutenant of the Guo Army wearing a military uniform with eyes. He was writing slogans such as "One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood" on the outer wall of a house facing the street.
In addition, from time to time there was the sound of exploding artillery shells, which faintly reached the ears of Hu Biao and others.
Suddenly, the atmosphere of an approaching war was clearly felt by these people.
Because the most important thing in Hu Biao's mind right now is to find someone to find out what the number is now, so that he can make certain arrangements based on the original historical line.
So Hu Biao didn't care about this and stopped in front of the second lieutenant.
The unusually social person first took out the cigarette case in his pocket, handed a cigarette disguised as a Hardman brand, and then asked:
"Brother, what's your number today? I've been so busy and confused every day."
After putting the cigarette to his ears, the second lieutenant thought for a moment before giving an answer: "Oh! Today is June 25th."
After hearing such a statement, Hu Biao realized that this 47-day defense battle had already started for two days.
The Japanese 68th Division has successfully crossed the Xiangjiang River and is now attacking from the south.
And soon, they will hit Hengyang City.
So after Hu Biao thanked the man a little, he took the people and set off again. As for asking the second lieutenant for directions, Hu Biao didn't even mention it.
On the one hand, Hu Biao, who had been to Hengyang City several times, still knew the general direction of the airport and could just walk all the way there.
On the other hand, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
Based on their black uniforms, they looked like local gangsters at first glance; but it turned out that these gangsters were looking for directions, and they knew something was wrong if they were individuals.
Moreover, Boss Dai and his men have a bad reputation in many modern movies and TV dramas.
But we have to admit that they still played a big role in preventing enemy agents from the Japs throughout the Anti-Japanese War.
There must be personnel present in the 10th Army and Hengyang City.
If he was really targeted by them and his identity as arranged by the system was impeccable in the end, although he could still explain it clearly, wouldn't it have wasted a lot of time.
So, relying on the direction in his memory, Hu Biao led the team members to jog along the old stone road.
While advancing all the way, Hu Biao and the others saw a city scene that looked like the end of the world.
You know, at this time, many big cities have fallen into the hands of the devils one by one.
As a city like Hengyang, because it is located at the intersection of the Guangdong-Hankou Railway and Hunan-Guangxi-Guizhou, it is one of the three central cities controlled by the government along with Shuangqing and Kunming.
In terms of specific taxes, it even ranks second.
However, at present, Hu Biao and the others could see that in such a city, there were not many people at all; the one who appeared occasionally was a person in a hurry and dressed in military uniform.
The doors of each wooden house are open, and the owner has long since disappeared.
Through the wide open door, Hu Biao and the others could see a mess inside, and even occasionally saw abandoned poultry, cats and dogs.
It shows how hurried the residents inside were when evacuating.
Coupled with some shoes, flyers and other debris on the ground, as well as the slogans on the wall; an inexplicable emotion hit Hu Biao's heart...
In an inexplicable and somewhat heavy mood, Hu Biao's eyes suddenly lit up.
It was when they stepped on the old stone road and turned a corner that they discovered a simple shed erected on the side of the street.
Under the shed, there are a few tables that are stained with oil due to their age.
Their owner, the owner of a stall, was an old man with gray hair and a slight stoop, who looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old.
He was sitting on a bench, silently looking at the empty street.
As a native of Hunan Province, Hu Biao, who also visited Hengyang several times during his college years, knew at a glance that the stall in front of him was selling rice noodles.
By the way! There are a few people in Hunan Province who don’t like to eat rice noodles.
Shredded pork noodles from Xingcheng, beef noodles from Changdejin City, fish noodles from Hengyang, pig trotter noodles from Yuanling, fish noodles from Chenzhou, duck noodles from Huaihua, various beef noodles from Baoqing, etc.
It can be said that every region has one or several kinds of delicious rice noodles.
Hu Biao lives in Shenzhen now. Although he can eat the so-called authentic Hunan rice noodles, he always feels that something is missing when he eats them.
Therefore, when he saw such a rice noodle stall, Hu Biao couldn't help but be excited.
This kind of rice noodles, which are all natural and pollution-free materials, can be eaten anywhere except in the mission world.
They thought that after they had traveled so hard, the airport in the east of the city was actually not far away. They could definitely get there in an hour of running. There was still plenty of time for the mission.
After Hu Biao turned around, he shouted: "Are you all hungry? I'll treat you to a bowl of rice noodles from my hometown. It's a rare opportunity."
As for why there are still people setting up stalls on the street in such a chaotic situation, it is no longer important.
To be honest! Before everyone in the Zhongzhou team traveled through time, they basically filled their stomachs as much as possible to avoid the problem of being unable to eat for a long time due to the illumination in the mission world.
So, even if I have one now, I’m actually not hungry.
The problem is that for a commander like Hu Biao, who was aggressive in fighting, it was unprecedented for him to treat guests.
Immediately, such a group of adults gathered together and filled all the seats in such a street stall.
After sitting down, Hu Biao shouted excitedly:
"Boss, give them all a bowl of fish meal. I want a bowl of fish head meal here. If you have any fish offal, add more. Your rice noodles money will be indispensable after eating."
Seeing such a large group of black dogs crowding his stall, the old man who was smoking a hand-rolled cigarette was not afraid.
After hearing this, he said with a smile:
"Boss, since I heard that the Japanese are about to attack, all the people around Hengyang City have fled, and there is no one left to fish or sell fish.
So, I only have a little light powder here, do you want some?"
Under such a statement, Hu Biao saw many large and small jars of pickles placed on the noodle cooking table, and thought that Hengyang rice noodles would taste great just by putting some jars of pickles.
Hu Biao agreed: "That's okay, I'll put in more chili sauce that night."
Finally, when a large earthen bowl of rice noodles was brought to him, Hu Biao immediately started to move.
Even if there is no fish or other ingredients, those jars of pickles, especially the kind of whole green peppers, are indescribably crisp and delicious when eaten in the mouth.
So much so that even though he was obviously very full, he finished such a large bowl of rice noodles in a very short time.w
After finishing eating, Hu Biao lit a stick of sand and asked curiously to the old man who was busy cooking rice noodles for others:
"Old man, everyone else has left, why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid of the Japanese?"
"Of course I'm afraid. What evil things can't the Japanese do? But this is the place where I have lived all my life. I started selling rice noodles with my family when I was 13 years old. In the blink of an eye, I am almost 55 years old.
Now that I'm old and don't want to run away, it's better to die here than die outside.
Besides, the old neighbors like Old Man Sun at the east end of the street, Old Man Wu the pig butcher, and Zhang Laizi the shaver are all gone; they have been fans of me all their lives, what will they do if I leave alone?"
In the plain words of the old man, Hu Biao deeply felt the emotion and attachment to his homeland that is part of the blood of such a nation.
After thinking about this, Hu Biao felt that the habitual cigarette after a meal in his mouth was a little tasteless...