Chapter 51

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"A single arrow piercing the clouds, a thousand troops and ten thousand horses come to meet."

"Whoosh—"

The fat man was a bit dumbfounded. It turned out that Jia Daode used a skyrocket to notify the bandits in the mountains. If the Black Inn wasn't in a mountain hollow with three sides blocked by peaks, the Japanese in the county town would have seen it, and he would have thought Jia Daode was informing the Japanese.

Kicking Jia Daode to go cook, he led a few bandits to unload the grain from the carts, then had the bandits get in the car and drove back the original route. The fork in the road to the neighboring county was too far away. Walking on foot would kill a person, let alone the Japanese not waiting, so they had to drive.

After much effort, they arrived at the fork in the road, and the bandits started to level the land. The fat man drove the car along the road to the neighboring county. Once he was far enough, he abandoned the car and hurried back on foot.

This walk was a real pain in the ass. Damn, next time he goes to the city, he must get a Japanese motorcycle, or he'll die walking. A jeep would be even better, but the Japanese don't have them!

In this era, tormenting the Japanese is fun, but really fighting is a living hell. Relying on two legs is not the fat man's style.

When he finally returned to the original route, he checked the tire tracks the bandits had leveled under the moonlight. Where it wasn't right, he used branches and leaves to make adjustments, trying to ensure everything was perfect before heading back.

By the time the east was turning white, the entire road was clean. The fat man was both tired and hungry. He still had to help Jia Daode and the bandits deal with the other two vehicles. All the weapons and ammunition were unloaded, but no one had carried them yet, while the grain had already been carried up the mountain.

These bandits were good at hiding things in the mountains, and outsiders really couldn't find them. Moreover, he had specially asked Jia Daode and a few bandits to camouflage everything, even making it hard for Japanese aerial reconnaissance to find.

The fat man started eating and drinking. The grain had already been transported up the mountain, but the weapons were still laid out. Why was it so slow? Because after Sai Laohu led his brothers and Colonel Ma to feint an attack on the county town and then retreat, they had to walk back on foot, which took a long time. They hadn't returned to the bandit camp yet.

Although Sai Laohu left over twenty old, weak, and sick bandits to guard the camp, they all came down the mountain to help when they saw Jia Daode's arrow. It was understandable that it took so long for these over twenty old, weak, and sick bandits to carry a whole cart of grain. After all, the camouflage and handling were done, so the fat man wasn't worried about the Japanese finding them. They could take their time carrying the stuff.

After eating and drinking his fill, he coldly said to Jia Daode, "Fat Master is going to sleep. Whoever disturbs Fat Master's sleep, Fat Master will fight to the death!" Then he found a room, pushed the door open, and fell into bed, falling asleep immediately without even taking off his Japanese military uniform, he was that tired.

Jia Daode hurriedly agreed. He still had to supervise. Damn, who wouldn't be tired after a night of work? There was still one infantry gun, five mortars, ten heavy machine guns, twenty grenade launchers, and a whole cart of ammunition that hadn't been carried up the mountain. How long would it take for over twenty old, weak, and sick bandits to carry them up?

Just as he was lamenting his fate, Sai Laohu appeared on the mountain road with a confident look, leading about three hundred brothers. Jia Daode's face immediately lit up. Finally, he was out of this hell.

These bandits, who usually shouted at the sight of a single Chinese rifle, were now like starving people thrown into a full banquet, or desperate men thrown into a pile of naked beauties, when they saw the row of infantry guns, mortars, grenade launchers, and heavy machine guns, and the piles of ammunition boxes. They were excited, screaming, and dancing, with all kinds of expressions.

"Fourth Brother, did these things come from the son-in-law?" Liu Kongkong, trembling, looked at the cannons he had never seen before, pinched his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and then asked Jia Daode, who had bloodshot eyes.

"Fifth Brother, watch your words. Remove the 'not,' understand? Who is the son-in-law? He's a once-in-five-hundred-years figure, on par with Xiang Yu, Liu Bei, and Li Zicheng. One day, we'll help the son-in-law become king, and we'll be one of his tiger generals. By the way, what were the Five Tiger Generals in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Jia Daode got excited when he talked about the fat man. After all, he had helped the son-in-law get these things, right?

"The Five Tiger Generals." Liu Kongkong responded, thinking, "You listen to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms every day, but you don't even know the Five Tiger Generals. You're embarrassing yourself to your grandmother's house."

"Right, the Five Tiger Generals. Our big brother is the first tiger, and I'm at least the fourth tiger, right?" Jia Daode was happy, imagining the fat man as a super Saiyan who had come to save them from this hell.

"Fourth Brother, did the son-in-law really get all these things?" Sai Laohu was increasingly amazed. It seemed the half-immortal's words were true. Who else but a person with "a rebellious bone in his head and the appearance of an emperor" could get grain and cannons from a Japanese battalion in just three days? It seemed he had indeed found a good husband for his sister, Sai Diaochan.

"Of course." Jia Daode replied smugly.

"Haha, I knew this fat man wouldn't let me down!" Sai Laohu laughed wildly. He was determined to make this brother-in-law his. Anyone who tried to take him away would face his wrath. At this moment, he was convinced that the fat man was one of them.

Yang Yun just frowned, rummaging through the pile of guns and cannons. When he saw two Type 38 rifles, his eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on his lips. He quickly picked one up, loaded and aimed it, then did the same with the other. After comparing them, he kept one and collected all the ammunition belts, satisfied.

Actually, these two Type 38 rifles belonged to the two Japanese drivers.

The sun, like a shy maiden, slowly emerged from the eastern clouds, illuminating the earth. The county town, a strategic transportation hub since ancient times, was bathed in the morning light, dispelling the smoke of last night's battle.

At this moment, those going out to buy vegetables, go to work, or run errands saw squads of puppet troops cleaning the walls of the county town. Some walls still had visible words, which read "Fat Gall Bladder Special Forces."

Thus, the rumor began that the hero who attacked the city last night and blew up the Japanese No. 1 warehouse was called "Fat Gall Bladder Special Forces."

As the saying goes, preventing the people from speaking is more difficult than preventing a river from flowing. The rumor spread like wildfire throughout the entire Qingzhou county.

Don't think that being a compliant citizen in the occupied area is easy. These civilians lived in constant fear, never knowing when they might lose their lives or their families. This was the life of civilians in the occupied area during the war.

They hated the Japanese in the occupied area and the soldiers who were supposed to protect them but abandoned them. But what could they do? They were the lowest of the low, mere pawns in the government's strategic considerations.

They could only struggle to survive, hating but powerless.

But "Fat Gall Bladder Special Forces" gave them hope in their fearful reality, hope for resistance—hope in the midst of despair.

The reason the fat man was so bold in using the "Fat Gall Bladder Special Forces" banner, despite the risk of the Japanese targeting him and making it more dangerous to enter the city in the future, was simple: he wanted to give the people in the occupied area hope—hope to persist until the victory of the resistance.

The national army might retreat, but that's not scary; the anti-Japanese forces might not dare to enter the city, but that's not scary; you still have "Fat Gall Bladder Special Forces."

What could be more important than hope? The fat man asked himself, but he didn't know.

What he didn't expect was that his attempt to give the people of Qingzhou hope in the resistance would instead make "Fat Gall Bladder Special Forces" a household name as an anti-Japanese hero.