Chapter 61

Tiger Sai was not in the main hall; he was at the back of the mountain, desperately digging a hole with his bare hands. The gravel and sand had torn his hands, and blood was streaming, mixing with the dirt, but he showed no sign of stopping.

Beside him lay a body, the body of the fifth leader, Liu Kongkong.

"Boss, use a spade, look at your hands..." Jia Daode's eyes twitched as he turned to look at Liu Kongong's cold body. He couldn't continue speaking. Tiger Sai was venting his grief over losing a brother in his own way, and Jia Daode couldn't bear to stop him.

And how was he going to vent his own grief over losing a brother?

With a thud, Jia Daode bent his legs and knelt down, joining Tiger Sai in digging with his bare hands. Before long, his hands were cut by the gravel, and the blood mixed with the dirt.

Yang Yun held the Arisaka rifle in one hand, coldly watching everything. When Jia Daode knelt down and started digging with his hands, Yang Yun slung the rifle over his shoulder and turned to walk down the mountain.

He wanted revenge; revenge was his way of venting his grief!

The fat man, who had already learned the details from the bandits, had a grim face as he led Monkey toward the back of the mountain. They met Yang Yun, who had a cold and stern expression.

"What are you up to, kid?" The fat man's eyes narrowed, immediately guessing Yang Yun's thoughts. His fat body blocked Yang Yun's path.

Yang Yun didn't speak, but his eyes glared, and his killing intent was palpable. He flicked his wrist, and the Arisaka rifle was in his hands, the muzzle pointing directly at the fat man. Without hesitation, he chambered a round.

Whoever blocked him from killing the devils was his enemy!

These were brothers who had lived and fought together, eating meat and drinking wine, gambling, and robbing the rich to help the poor.

Over a hundred brothers had lost their lives at the devils' checkpoint, including the fifth leader, Liu Kongkong. Dozens were injured, and about a hundred could still stand. They had fought desperately to retrieve the bodies of about twenty brothers, including Liu Kongkong. The lesson was harsh.

Although the fat man had never been a bandit, he understood why they would act without hesitation—brothers were willing to risk their lives for each other.

He thought back to the moment before he was transported, when the bandit detonated the explosives on his body. He had embraced the bandit without hesitation, taking the full force of the explosion to save the hostages and his brothers.

A soldier should be worthy of his nation, country, and people.

He understood Yang Yun's feelings, but he didn't advocate rushing to certain death. Yang Yun's situation was different; he had to consider his own life.

In this era of invaders, death was too easy, and living was hard. Living to take revenge was even harder.

Living meant having responsibilities; otherwise, what was the difference from a walking corpse?

The fat man feared death to live, but that didn't mean he was afraid to die. In this era of invaders, living meant killing the devils, and that was his responsibility.

His small eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the fat man suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the muzzle of Yang Yun's rifle and lifting it into the air. Then he kicked Yang Yun.

The gun went off, the bullet almost grazing the fat man's head.

At the same time, he kicked Yang Yun in the groin, a solid blow.

The pain in his groin made Yang Yun bend over, and the Arisaka rifle was snatched away by the fat man.

"Damn you, you dare to point a gun at me? I'll kill you!" Monkey, after a brief moment of shock, rushed over and tackled Yang Yun to the ground, pounding him with all his might.

"You damn fools!" The fat man cursed, ejecting the round from the Arisaka rifle. Cold sweat covered his forehead and back, scared by Yang Yun's shot.

He angrily thought, damn it, that almost killed me. If I had been a bit slower, my head would have been blown off.

No one could point a gun at him, except for that silly Wang Yi who didn't know how to disengage the safety. Who else had he not dealt with when they pointed a gun at him?

"Monkey, get off his head!" The fat man shouted, furious.

Monkey turned his head to the side, and the fat man lifted the Arisaka rifle and struck Yang Yun unconscious with the butt.

"You damn fool, you dare to point a gun at me? We'll settle this later!" The fat man spat at the unconscious Yang Yun, then called Monkey over and approached Tiger Sai and Jia Daode, who were digging with their hands.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then sneered at them, "Hey, you two, digging with your hands, are you trying to hurt yourselves?"

Tiger Sai and Jia Daode remained silent, continuing to dig with their hands, even the sound of the gun didn't stop them.

As the saying goes, "Ten fingers are connected to the heart." Their hands were already a bloody mess, showing how intense the pain was.

"Old Five, you died unjustly. Your sworn brothers aren't planning to avenge you. They're hurting their own hands, not even planning to use guns anymore!" Seeing that they ignored him, the fat man sighed, his face full of sorrow, as if he had lost his own parents.

"Who the hell isn't avenging him!" Tiger Sai stopped digging, his eyes wide with anger, turning to stare at the fat man as if he were the one who killed Liu Kongkong.

"Say it clearly, damn it!" Jia Daode stopped and turned, his face full of anger. He was usually the one who flattered the fat man the most, but now he had forgotten everything. It seemed that hatred could really change a person.

"You two fools, keep hurting your hands that hold guns. Without guns, how will you take revenge?" The fat man sneered, and the two men were speechless.

"If you don't want to avenge Old Five, you don't want to avenge the second leader either, right?" The fat man shook his head and sighed, deciding to use a strong approach. These bandits were easily impulsive and needed a strong medicine.

"What? What did you say? What about my sister?" Tiger Sai panicked, standing up and walking over, tears in his eyes.

"The second leader, did something happen to her?" Jia Daode's mind was quick, and his face turned even paler as he looked at the fat man.

"Ah..." The fat man sighed heavily, then looked deeply and sadly toward the direction of the Eighth Route Army's hospital, continuing, "She's there..."

"What!" Tiger Sai and Jia Daode exclaimed in unison, then fell to the ground.

"Sister... Ah..." The fat man never imagined that Tiger Sai, the leader of the largest bandit group in Qingzhou, would sit on the ground and cry.

Jia Daode, pale-faced, let his hands hang limply, silent, as if the world had lost all meaning, and he was utterly despairing.

The fat man realized he had played a big joke, not mentioning that "Sai Diaochan was dead," which made the two men think she was dead. Seeing their expressions, he didn't know when they would recover.

But it was good this way; they needed to feel the pain to understand the need to live and the responsibilities that come with it.

Monkey watched the fat man deceive the two leaders, amazed and admiring. He didn't say anything; some people needed to be treated this way to heal their hearts and minds.

The fat man's every move amazed Monkey, and he was slowly changing under the influence.

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