Chapter 11

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"Collect all the rabbit bones, let's go!" The fat man said to the Colonel Ma beside him, then after collecting his own meat bones, he stood up.

"Alright, I'll do it." Colonel Ma was puzzled, not knowing what this guy was up to. However, the team still relied on the fat man to lead them out of the minefield, so he had to suppress his doubts. He left two soldiers to be on guard and then gave the order.

After Colonel Ma and the guard Xiao Li collected all the meat bones and handed them to the fat man, the fat man let the team follow him. If he hadn't forgotten, not far from this forest was a minefield set up by the Japanese.

Every so often, the fat man would throw down one or two meat bones, as if deliberately leaving a trail for the Japanese military dogs to follow.

The team walked for a short while and reached the edge of the forest, where knee-high weeds grew. At this moment, the soldier left by Colonel Ma to guard the rear ran up to the team, his face tense as he reported, "Report to the colonel, a company of Japanese soldiers is almost catching up with us!"

"How far are they?" Colonel Ma's gaze sharpened, his face serious.

"About two li away," the soldier replied.

The team fell silent. Two li away, at their current marching speed, the Japanese would catch up in less than ten minutes.

"There are military dogs in the Japanese unit," the soldier added.

"What?" When Colonel Ma heard that a company of Japanese soldiers was chasing them, his instinct was to hide the team. But when he heard about the military dogs, his face turned ashen. There was no way to escape.

"You traitor, I'll kill you!" Zhang Yingzhang was furious with the fat man. Along the way, the fat man had intentionally or unintentionally dropped roasted meat bones. Wasn't this to inform the Japanese? He pulled back the bolt of his Czech gun, the black muzzle pointing at the fat man. His three Nationalist soldiers also chambered their rifles, aiming at the fat man, ready to turn him into a sieve at Zhang Yingzhang's command.

"He's a second-rate interpreter for the Japanese battalion, following the Japanese to plunder and commit all kinds of evil!" Wang Yi added, hoping for chaos. She looked at the fat man with glee, thinking that once he was dead, those who had seen her chest would all be in the netherworld, and she would have avenged herself.

When Wang Yi said this, several Eighth Route Army soldiers raised their guns in anger. Women, especially beautiful women, always won the trust and protective instincts of men.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Colonel Ma laughed bitterly, blocking the fat man. In his heart, he also suspected the fat man, but how else could he explain the fat man's intentional delays and the meat bones left along the way?

The fat man's actions were contradictory. He had single-handedly eliminated a squad of Japanese, and it didn't make sense to call him a traitor.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when the Japanese squad was searching for you. Why wait until now? A bunch of idiots!" The fat man rolled his eyes, showing no fear at the dozen guns aimed at him. He continued, "The minefield is ahead. Do you want to follow me, or kill me and figure it out yourselves?"

Saying this, the fat man drew the bayonet from his Type 38 rifle and turned to walk forward.

"Follow me!" Colonel Ma chose to trust the fat man. With a minefield ahead and a company of Japanese soldiers chasing them, moving forward meant death, and retreating offered no escape. It was better to trust the fat man.

Zhang Yingzhang's face showed shame. He knew the fat man couldn't be a traitor, but the humiliation of losing his gun had clouded his judgment. Now, awakened by the fat man, he put away his Czech gun and hurriedly followed.

With both leaders setting an example, the soldiers put away their guns and hurriedly followed their leaders.

"Hmph!" Wang Yi huffed, reluctantly following the team.

The team left the forest and came to a grassy slope. The fat man stopped and said to Colonel Zhang, "We're about to enter the minefield. If you don't want to die, follow my footsteps."

Colonel Zhang nodded and quickly gave the order. The fat man held the bayonet and was the first to step into the minefield.

The team moved very slowly. The fat man, whether intentionally or not, would stop after a few steps, squat down, and use the bayonet to dig out a hand grenade, a flamethrower, or a landmine.

The fat man didn't collect these explosives but buried them in the grass with his unique method, then had the soldiers level the surrounding area to look the same as before, before moving on.

After entering the minefield for more than 500 meters, many soldiers heard barking from behind and hesitated about whether to organize a defense.

"Eight Route Army soldiers, set up a defense here. Let the doctors follow the fat man first," Colonel Zhang drew his sidearm and said to the soldiers.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers, hearing this, did not hesitate. They turned and stayed behind, ready to face a company of Japanese with fewer than ten men.

"Colonel Ma, don't be impulsive. Follow him first. Once the Japanese start to catch up, you won't be able to retreat," Zhang Yingzhang, who had studied at the Berlin Military Academy and performed well, understood the fat man's plan. He continued, "This fat man is changing the positions of the mines. The Japanese won't be able to catch up without clearing the mines."

Colonel Ma was stunned, looking at the fat man, who was defusing mines, with deep meaning. How many secrets were hidden in this fat body?

The fat man continued to defuse and reposition the mines, ignoring what Colonel Ma and his men were doing. If they trusted him, he would lead the team out of the minefield and execute his plan.

Even the fat man knew the importance of the four doctors, and the Japanese would certainly do everything to capture them.

Since he had crossed over, he had analyzed the minefield and considered changing its layout to deal with the Japanese. However, luring the Japanese into the minefield was a challenge. Meeting this team escorting the doctors provided the perfect bait. He only regretted not having three heads and six arms to speed up the process.

"I studied how to set up booby traps at the Berlin Military Academy. Should I help you set them up?" Zhang Yingzhang suddenly said. He now understood the fat man's plan: using the Japanese's own minefield to trap them. This wasn't something a traitor would do.

"Wow, a high achiever? Alright, come on." At this point, every additional mine increased the chance of killing the Japanese and helping the team escape. The fat man wouldn't let personal grudges interfere.

Zhang Yingzhang handed his Czech gun to Colonel Ma, quickly squatted down, and drew his dagger to help the fat man set the traps. The fat man focused on defusing the mines, while Colonel Ma led the soldiers to level the area around the traps, trying to make it look the same as before.

Even the doctors, led by Colonel Ma, began to level the grass. Zhang Yingzhang, while setting the traps, explained the method to everyone. Colonel Ma and two soldiers, with their good understanding, soon joined in.

The fat man was responsible for defusing the mines, while Zhang Yingzhang, Colonel Ma, and two soldiers set the traps. This significantly increased the team's speed.

Wang Yi, in the team, looked at the fat man's large body with curiosity many times. However, each time the fat man noticed her gaze, he turned his fat face and made a lecherous expression, making Wang Yi's face turn red with anger. She huffed and turned away, ignoring the fat man.

A loud explosion made the closely cooperating team stop their work and turn around. They saw the mushroom cloud of smoke rising from the explosion, their faces tightening— the Japanese had triggered the mines.

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