(I’m too lazy to divide the chapters into chapters, so I’ll post two chapters together with updates)
At about 7:10 in the morning, breakfast finally started on the battlefield.
Specifically, Yuan Sin and Xiling, together with a few child soldiers who helped, poured a large bag of brown rice into several large pots that were boiling for the meeting.
Then chop up some canned braised beef and lunch meat and pour them in.
Finally, I threw a lot of salt into it, and while it was boiling over high heat, I used a big spoon to stir it occasionally.
It is planned that everyone who survived will have a nutritious meat porridge this morning, which will supplement everyone's nutrition and speed up their recovery.
It was only then that Hu Biao picked up a broken bowl and drank about a pound and a half of meat porridge, which was not even half full.
Lao Fang, whose left arm was hung around his neck with gauze, had already put down the bowl with Lao Mu and others and walked over together.
Just by looking at the expressions on these people's faces, Hu Biao knew what was going on.
Immediately, Hu Biao put down the broken bowl in his hand and gave these people a sincere military salute...
Then, he got straight to the point:
"Thank you for your generous action last night, which allowed me, Hu Biao, to avenge my brothers who died in the battle; whether it is our 'Hidden Dragon Clan' or myself, Hu Biao, I have never broken my promise.
So after leaving the share for our own use, we still have about 650 boxes of penicillin on hand, which can be traded; as long as you are ready with real money, you can trade at any time.
As for other ways of cooperation, I will contact the elders of the organization later.
If everything goes well, they should have a high-level special envoy come over in two or three months. At that time, I will introduce it to the big shots behind you and discuss follow-up cooperation with them in detail."
Two or three months later, a special envoy will come?
The reason why Hu Biao gave such a deadline and explanation was that in his memory, the offensive and defensive battle here at Songshan Fortress should end on September 7 according to historical development.
Therefore, in this way, you can not wait for the deadline of their promise to arrive, and then you can sneak away perfectly.
Naturally, there is no need to worry. When the time comes, you will need to find a special envoy from somewhere to pretend to be Boss Dai and others.
Lao Fang and others naturally didn't know that the above promises were all nonsense. After hearing what Hu Biao said, they felt extremely happy for a moment.
Their faces and mouths expressed:
Don't worry, Sir Hu, they will come with real money within a few days at most.
Of course, people like Lao Fang just have insufficient vision due to the limitations of the times; it does not mean that they are stupid and have no defense against Hu Biao and others.
Before leaving home, they all said that because Chief Hu was currently short of manpower, some of his subordinates were left behind to help with chores.
That being said, I actually planned to leave some personnel behind to keep an eye on Hu Biao so he wouldn't escape.
Of course Hu Biao could see the above thoughts, but he just acted like he didn't understand anything based on the idea of "seeing through, not telling".
In this way, under the shining of the morning sun, Hu Biao watched Lao Fang and others take their leave with a few of his subordinates.
As for the wounded, they were temporarily placed on the battlefield and Hu Biao and others helped take care of them.
But what Hu Biao and the others didn't know was that Lao Fang and others, who seemed to be very close to each other when they left, had left their sight.
Between each other, they just have to be careful with each other...
With a cry of "Ah~", Lao Yang, whose eyes were as red as a rabbit, yawned loudly.
Pointing to a small mountain col next to the northern position, he said in his mouth:
"I think if we dig all the way from here to the belly of the mountain, as long as three to five tons of TNT are stuffed in, we can definitely completely eliminate the Japanese underground fortifications.
Even those ground fortifications can suffer huge damage, and the remaining battle will be much easier to fight."
Yes, that's right!
Today, Hu Biao and the others are planning to adopt the old method that has been used by the expeditionary force once in history, and start digging a passage on the north side of the position to directly blow up the Japanese Songshan Fortress.
After all, history has proven that this method is very effective. There is no reason why Hu Biao and others should not use such a good method.
It's just that the implementation time will be slightly earlier than in history.
So, a group of foodies performed in front of a group of child soldiers what it means to be a real foodie, after finishing N bowls of meat porridge.
Then we started taking action on such an important plan.
Specifically, Lao Yang, Warehouse Guan, and Tiedan, who had relevant civil construction work experience or were graduates of civil engineering majors, began to wander around the battlefield.
After wandering around for almost half an hour and using tree branches to write and draw on the ground, Yang Dongli finally made a decision in his mind and gave the above explanation.
After hearing this, I actually had some on-site inspections in the past, and I had some ideas about warehouse management and Tiedan.
After the two looked at each other, they nodded in agreement with this statement.
Immediately, after the three professionals from the Zhongzhou Team came to a unified conclusion, the plan was put into action.
Because they only need to dig a passage to the center of the mountain instead of directly leveling such a huge mountain.
Therefore, in terms of one-time manpower investment, it is completely enough to invest a dozen people in each shift at the same time. With fifty or sixty people, we can achieve 24-hour replacement and excavation.
And at about 10 o'clock, the defenders of the company that were originally guarding the starting position also began to change their position to the north position under the order of the division headquarters.
The problem is that there is not even the slightest mention of Hu Biao's arrangements, as if they have been completely forgotten.
However, thanks to the new reinforcements, the task of guarding the position was completed.
After staying up all night, Hu Biao and others were finally able to take a short rest after arranging the necessary sentry personnel.
The problem is that I don't know what's going on. Is it possible that the system is cheating? I'm worried that Songshan will be beaten down in a shorter time.
In order not to change history, some adjustments were made secretly.
Anyway, just after he felt asleep for a short while, Hu Biao was woken up by someone pushing him.
Then the disgraced warehouse manager told Hu Biao a piece of bad news: only two hours after they started the excavation project, the depth of the excavation had not reached ten meters.
In the passage, they discovered a lot of large and small stones in front of them, and the number was getting larger and larger, and the excavation work immediately began to slow down.
At the beginning, Hu Biao and others were still very unwilling to face such a result.
The construction guidance team office composed of Lao Yang, the warehouse manager, and Tiedan carefully planned a new excavation point at Hu Biao's request.
As it turned out, the situation this time was a little trickier.
The re-excavation process had only started for about 30 minutes, and the depth was no more than 3 meters. A huge turtle-back stone appeared in front of us, which completely ended everyone's idea of continuing to dig along here.
What the heck! This new excavation site is not as good as the first location they chose.
In desperation, Hu Biao and the others just returned the direction of the excavation to the first position; using drills, hammers, small-scale detonators and explosives, they gradually solved the stones blocking the road.
The manpower on hand is divided into 4 shifts, each of which takes 6 hours of relay work, which is regarded as 24 hours a day.
Because of the huge amount of work, the translator, who was once a construction site estimator, made a rough calculation and came to a helpless result:
To achieve their goals, it will take at least 40 days to complete the task.
In other words, it would be around August 15, 1944, that this passage could be dug to the necessary position.
But think about it, don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal, right? As long as you can win this team battle and mission, spending a little more time doesn’t seem to be a big deal.
The Zhongzhou team made up their mind and patiently began construction and repairs from that day on.
During such a period of time, some things about the Zhongzhou team, which Hu Biao and others knew or did not know, were happening and fermenting...
*****
July 6, 1:17 noon.
Beside the gravesites of Po Luo, Uncle Chu and others, a funeral for Han Zi, Lang Qing, Jason, Mad Dog and AT, Qingtian was held here again.
I didn't read it wrong, and I didn't write it wrong either.
Lang Qing, Mad Dog, Qing Tian, AT and Kanji, these four team members have indeed been blown to pieces due to the huge power of the 5 kilogram explosive pack. It is impossible for any parts to remain.
Especially Qingtian, Langqing, and the other three people in Hanzi, who blew up the explosives in the fortress.
So much so that after the explosion, the internal walls of those fortresses were covered with a layer of charred flesh and blood; it is estimated that even the gods would not be able to tell which piece of it was left by the three of them.
However, during this funeral, Hu Biao and others still found some clothes that the three of them had used in the past, or other daily necessities, such as broken eating bowls, to build a tomb.
By the way, a simple wooden tombstone was used to carve their names and other simple information.
After the five people were buried, the memorial ceremonies for those who died in the battle during the day and at night began seamlessly.
A bowl of dog meat radish stewed until soft was placed on the graves of the team members who died in Poluo, as well as those child soldiers, as one of the sacrifices.
The reason why it is said is that this is one of the sacrifices.
In addition to that, there were also the heads of 86 Japanese and Japanese team members that Hu Biao and the others killed in that night attack.
After a large amount of lime was sprinkled on it, it was piled in front of the tomb and became a temple. It was such a special offering.
No doubt! In the eyes of many modern people, such a practice is full of barbarism.
It was only after experiencing several fierce battles, especially after seeing those child soldiers fighting to the death, resulting in heavy casualties.
Not to mention Hu Biao himself, who issued this order, and those old birds.
Even rookies such as Liu Hui, Heitan Tou, Hanshuang, Dichlorvos, and Digger Man have no objections to this approach.
After the memorial ceremony was completed, Hu Biao and the others squatted on the grave and began to eat with a bowl of dog meat radish that had just been offered.
The main reason is that these foods cannot be wasted, right?
There is nothing wrong with this approach in itself, and saving food is justified everywhere.
But while Hu Biao and the others were holding funerals and worship services, at least a thousand soldiers from various units of the expeditionary force came over to watch from a distance after hearing the news.
When Hu Biao and the others were squatting on the grave, eating dog meat and stewed radish, whether it was veteran Youzi among them or the child soldiers from other units, their eyes looked complicated...
That day, at 5:12 in the afternoon, at a military airport in Assam.
Facing a C47 transport plane that was about to take off, several of its crew members were war correspondent Ross, who had arrived here not long ago via the Hump Route.
With his hands clasped together, he began to plead bitterly to these people:
"Hey, guys, I'm begging you, okay? For Brother Su's sake, please let me get on the plane; I really have an emergency to return to North America, it's urgent.
I have some news here that affects the fate of thousands of poor children, please."
The reason Ross begged so humbly was naturally because he wanted to take the only transport plane that was said to be returning to Uncle Sam in recent days.
Then, he rushed back to the North American continent as quickly as possible; he could publish those photos that would shock people's souls, as well as the relevant text descriptions, in Uncle Sam's newspaper.
Through this method, help Hu Biao and those children.
This is also the only thing he can do for those people currently.
Otherwise, if we switch to normal means and return on a cargo ship transporting supplies, God knows when we will be able to return to the North American continent.
It was a pity that a pilot wearing a handsome air force leather jacket was not moved at all when faced with Rose's pleading.
After flicking the ashes of the cigar in his mouth, he refused involuntarily:
"This respectable war correspondent, I'm really sorry; if possible, I really wouldn't mind taking you with me.
The problem is that the cabin of this C47 transport aircraft is already fully loaded with cargo; if you are included in the cabin, there will be huge safety hazards along the way.
What if the plane falls into the Pacific Ocean due to overloading during the long flight? I don't dare to take such a big risk.
Otherwise, you can go to the headquarters and talk to the officers, maybe they will send you a special plane."
"F**K, are you counting on those bureaucrats? Come on, maybe it would be faster to go back by boat." After hearing this, Ross cursed in his mouth.
The main reason is that he understands that if he really wants to do this, there are too many procedures involved, and God knows it will take years and months to complete.
In desperation, he could only use his last trump card. He looked at the three crew members of the C-47 in front of him and took out a total of six pairs of socks.
Mouth said: "Guys, I think these things will make you change your mind."
A few moments later, the pilot, who had stuffed his socks into his trouser pocket, said sternly: "I thought about it seriously and must not let those innocent children die. Mr. Ross welcomes you to take local flights."
"What should I do if I'm overweight?" Ross couldn't help but sarcastically said.
"Who are you looking down on? Who in the 3rd Transport Squadron doesn't know my Second Lieutenant Marco's flying skills? Even if I add the weight of a few people, it will be fine. Don't worry, my friend, the plane will fly more steadily than your bathtub.
"
The pilot Marco exhaled a puff of smoke, promising it so powerfully...
On July 7, at early 8 o'clock in the morning, several small convoys consisting of several trucks quietly left the city from Shuangqing and headed towards the western Yunnan region more than a thousand kilometers away.
Pedestrians and businesses working hard to make a living along the way.
No one knew that these trucks were filled with soldiers with loaded guns and live ammunition.
In addition to these small but powerful convoys, there were actually several boxes of large and small yellow croakers, and more boxes were found in the ocean.
These convoys are exactly the trading convoys sent by Boss Dai, the Song family and others.
Who is Hu Biao? They are not stupid. They simply do not accept legal currency that is equivalent to scraps of paper after they are brought back. They don't even want American knives and British pounds, which were generally hard currencies at that time. They only want large and small yellow croakers and ocean currents.
For many people, these properties that need to be escorted by convoys and troops are an unimaginable amount of money.
But for Boss Dai and others, it's just the same thing, and they can easily take it out in a short time.
Even if more quantities are needed, it's just the same thing for them.
What really made them take such an action was almost two days after receiving the telegram.
On the one hand, that is because the process of dividing the cake brought by the 'Hidden Dragon Clan' cannot be clearly divided in a short time.
After going through a lot of abuse, threats, compromises, and some off-the-chart moves.
Under the pressure of more external forces wanting to step in and share the cake, they were able to reach some consensus in such a short time.
On the other hand, those big shots with shrewd heads were thinking.
Since in the next period of time, they are still counting on Hu Biao to give them a few good words in front of the non-existent special envoy of the "Presbyterian Church".
They decided to give Hu Biao a special gift as a sign of goodwill, so the coordination process took some time.
In short, due to various reasons, they did not arrange everything clearly until midnight; at this time, the staff under their command started to act separately...