Chapter 3

When the fat man straightened his waist, the girl saw an overwhelming rage in his small eyes, which made her heart tremble involuntarily!

The fat man moved, a fawning smile on his face, slowly moving his body to stand behind the two Japanese soldiers. Then, the smile on his fat face suddenly froze, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and he directly slashed the throat of one of the Japanese soldiers with the watermelon knife in his hand.

The not very sharp watermelon knife easily cut through the Japanese soldier's throat. The Japanese soldier didn't even have time to cry out, his hands clutching his throat as blood spurted out like a fountain. The Japanese soldier fell to the ground, limp and lifeless, reporting to the netherworld.

"Eight-ga!" The second Japanese soldier, with his pants still unbuttoned, shouted when he saw the fat man suddenly attack. He didn't even have time to button his pants, drawing his bayonet to prepare for battle.

After cutting the throat of one Japanese soldier, the fat man, using one hand as a pivot, swung his arm and horizontally slashed the abdomen of the second Japanese soldier with the watermelon knife. Blood gushed out, and the intestines spilled onto the ground as the Japanese soldier convulsed and fell.

The four puppet soldiers had never seen anyone kill Japanese soldiers like slaughtering pigs and dogs. After a brief moment of shock, they ran away. The fat man aimed at the fastest-running puppet soldier, throwing the watermelon knife, which pierced the puppet soldier's back, killing him instantly.

Without a moment's pause, the fat man picked up the bayonet, attached it to the Type 38 rifle, and threw it like a javelin at the second puppet soldier, piercing him through.

Then, the fat man pulled the bolt of the other Type 38 rifle, aiming at the two remaining puppet soldiers and shouted, "Run, run again, I want to see if you can run faster than bullets!"

The two puppet soldiers, upon hearing this, immediately softened, hurriedly turning to kneel on the ground with their hands raised high. These puppet soldiers, originally the country's defenders, had become the Japanese dogs, harming their own compatriots, and their fear of death was far more than just greed for life.

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, you are a hero, please spare my life!" one of the puppet soldiers wept bitterly, though kneeling, his legs were still trembling.

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, we have drunk and played with girls together at the Juchun Pavilion. I promise, if you let me go, I will even bankrupt myself to redeem the top courtesan from the Juchun Pavilion and present her to you!" the other puppet soldier, also full of fear, tried to appeal to their past friendship.

Liu Mang walked over with a smile, picking up the watermelon knife and the bayonet. He and the girl had run over a hundred meters, killing two Japanese soldiers and two puppet soldiers, and his strength was already depleted. He definitely couldn't catch up with these two fleeing puppet soldiers. If he had to shoot them, it would surely alert the Japanese and puppet soldiers in the city.

Fortunately, these two puppet soldiers, fearing for their lives, softened when they heard him pull the bolt, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let's do it this way. Don't say I don't remember our past friendship, but I have a condition. Only one of you can live. If you want to live, it's up to who has the better luck!" Liu Mang smiled and threw the watermelon knife and the bayonet in front of the two puppet soldiers, then aimed the Type 38 rifle at them.

"Click" Liu Mang raised the rifle, aiming at the two puppet soldiers, and with a squint, he said with a wicked smile, "I'll count to three. If you two don't pick up the knives and kill each other, I'll shoot you both and send you to the netherworld."

The two puppet soldiers were stunned. This fat man was really too much!

"One"

"Two..."

"Shit... " "Damn you..."

The two puppet soldiers almost simultaneously picked up the watermelon knife and the bayonet, lunging at each other. "I'd rather die than let you live" was the principle of these puppet soldiers. They were more skilled at harming their compatriots than the Japanese, and to survive, they could even be ruthless to their comrades. They slashed and stabbed each other, blood gushing, and in the end, the bayonet pierced their chests, and the watermelon knife cut their throats, both dying.

The fat man had to personally destroy the girl's innocence to kill two Japanese soldiers and four puppet soldiers without firing a shot, to save their lives. This was war; victory could never be achieved without a price.

When the fat man had gathered the rifles, bullets, grenades, and hand grenades, the girl, who had recovered from her humiliation and shock, started punching and kicking him. The fat man felt that he had indeed been somewhat unscrupulous to save their lives, so he let the girl vent her anger on him. His thick flesh made the punches not very painful.

But the girl seemed to be endless, and they needed to leave as soon as possible.

In this era of invaders, women's views were always traditional. Although she had not lost the most precious thing a woman could have, her body had been half-exposed to a stranger and two invaders, and her mental purity was lost. Although the fat man had killed those who should be killed, he was still there.

"Hey, stop looking so gloomy. Look, you've captured me, the top Japanese interpreter, and killed two Japanese soldiers and four puppet soldiers. How awesome is that!" The fat man, carrying two Type 38 rifles, four Hanyang-made rifles, and a full load of ammunition and grenades, followed Wang Yi, saying with a grin. He hadn't expected that this woman, with her face smeared with soot and mud, would be so beautiful when cleaned up.

Such a woman, for the fat man, was meant to be cherished, not to be on the battlefield. He had managed to get Wang Yi's name through his smooth talk, but he couldn't get her unit number or her background.

Whenever the fat man tried to subtly ask, Wang Yi would cleverly remain silent.

They had already left the county town for over ten miles. Under Wang Yi's guidance, the fat man walked while clearing their tracks, occasionally making lewd remarks.

"Your name and your person are the same, a dirty rogue, a traitor. I wonder if you know what shame is, or if you have any sense of national and ethnic pride?" Wang Yi said angrily. The fat man had all the weapons in his hands, and if she had a gun, she would have shot him.

"In all the women I know, only you can curse at such a high level, rising to the national level." The fat man, unafraid of boiling water, gave Wang Yi a thumbs up and said with a wicked smile, "Alright, you're full of anger like a怨妇, making it seem like I've taken a huge advantage."

"You, you..." Wang Yi's face turned red with anger, and she stomped her feet, not knowing what to say to counter the fat man. She couldn't fight him, feeling helpless like a scholar facing a soldier.

At this moment, the fat man's wicked smile suddenly froze, and he reached out to pull the sulking Wang Yi, dragging her behind a big tree.

"What..." Wang Yi, seeing the fat man's nervous look, was about to ask when the fat man put his finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.