Chapter 74

Colonel Ma was a bit confused, unable to figure out the situation. He found himself sitting on a cold bench, and it seemed that this battle had nothing to do with him, the bait.

Outside the village, the sounds of gunfire and the explosions of hand grenades echoed, indicating a fierce battle.

However, wasn't this not the pre-arranged scenario?

Weren't they supposed to hold off the puppet troops and bandits?

Weren't they supposed to launch a central attack and surround from all sides?

There were only two puppet troops and bandits, how could it end so quickly? What about the main force of the collaborators?

Wasn't this making his Independent Regiment's strongest platoon just watch others fight, leaving them with nothing to do but count bullets?

This was too frustrating! No, this absolutely wouldn't do!

"Platoon Leader Three!" Colonel Ma couldn't sit still anymore and shouted.

"Here!" Platoon Leader Three was a burly man who was idly picking lice. Hearing the colonel's call, he immediately perked up.

"Take two soldiers to check the situation. We can't just watch others fight while we do nothing. We'll be laughed at." Colonel Ma instructed, fearing that the credit for this battle would go to a bunch of bandits, leaving the Independent Regiment with no confidence when clearing the battlefield.

"Yes, Colonel." Platoon Leader Three saluted and, holding a Czech machine gun, led two soldiers out...

Unlike Sai Laohu, who inherited his position from the previous leader, Zhou Xiong had fought his way up with his own gun and bullets.

This kind of person would join whoever was the strongest, be it the Japanese, puppet troops, or the Nationalist Army. He had seen all kinds of treachery. When he received the order from Commander Wu of the puppet troops, he gritted his teeth at the thought of his son Zhou Pengju being castrated by the bandits of Hu Kou Mountain, but Commander Wu's order was more important because behind him were the Japanese.

He endured when Commander Wu had his men fight in the front, but he didn't expect a group of Eighth Route Army soldiers and the bandits of Hu Kou Mountain to appear halfway through. Seeing Sai Laohu, who should have been his enemy, he was prepared to fight.

But the fat man on the horse-drawn cart used the Maxim machine gun to make him jump. In this clearly disadvantageous confrontation, Zhou Xiong had two choices: surrender or flee.

Surrender was out of the question because the fat man was on the side of his enemy, Sai Laohu. Seeing the Eighth Route Army and the bandits of Hu Kou Mountain with such high morale, he immediately chose to flee with two of his men. As long as he was alive, he would rise again one day.

"Rat-tat-tat..." The Maxim's furious fire was like the fat man himself, who never took prisoners. Killing was his and the Maxim's common trait.

As a modern person and a soldier, he analyzed the war with the wisdom of the Hundred Schools of Thought from the future and the data of war statistics. He had a deeper understanding of the brutality of this war. As someone whose blood ran through this land, he hated the most those who collaborated with invaders and turned their guns on their own people.

These people, he would never forgive. Death was their destiny.

The Maxim's 333-round ammunition belt provided sustained firepower. He didn't just spray bullets but used short and long bursts. All the puppet troops and bandits of Hei Hu Mountain that appeared in his sights were mowed down like wheat.

The monkey driving the cart, Lei Dabiao throwing grenades from the cart, and the newly arrived Eighth Route Army soldiers and the bandits of Hu Kou Mountain watched in shock as the fat man mowed down the puppet troops and bandits. Then, something even more shocking happened.

The puppet troops and bandits who had surrendered, raising their weapons above their heads and kneeling on the ground, were directly targeted by the Maxim's black muzzle when the fat man had the monkey adjust the direction of the cart.

Without hesitation, the fat man's Maxim spewed fire, a long burst that mowed down all these cowards who only dared to fight their own people but not the Japanese.

Everyone on the battlefield stared at the fat man, no, he was a demon!

"Brother, you can't act recklessly..." Colonel Ma, who rushed over, was already too late.

"Listen up, all the brothers of the mountain, fix bayonets. Any living collaborator, stab them in the heart!" The fat man, red-eyed with rage, couldn't be stopped, no matter if it was a colonel or a division commander, Eighth Route Army or Nationalist Army.

No prisoners, no wounded, to prevent these scoundrels from wasting the food that the mountain brothers had risked their lives to obtain and to prevent them from turning around and harming the people once they recovered. Kill one less, no need for any reason.

Even the mountain brothers hesitated. There were many wounded puppet troops and bandits. Should they really kill them all?

"Fix bayonets, those without bayonets, shoot. The great vengeance for the dead and wounded brothers of the mountain must be avenged!" Sai Laohu roared, drawing his large saber and walking out first. Then came Yang Yun. The deaths of the fifth leader Liu Kongkong and the second leader Sai Diaochan could only be avenged by killing the Japanese and the collaborators.

The two didn't know that Sai Diaochan was still alive, and their grief could only be filled by killing. With the two leaders setting the example, the mountain brothers finally picked up their weapons and, seeing any living puppet troops or bandits, would stab or shoot them.

There were still dozens of wounded brothers in the mountain, and over a hundred were buried on the back mountain. Among them were their friends, brothers, and relatives. They knew who to blame, but the collaborators who fought for their enemies were their enemies.

"Brother, you can't kill the prisoners!" Colonel Ma was anxious. The only one who could control the mountain brothers was the fat man.

"Get out of the way, don't meddle in my affairs!" The fat man jumped off the cart and pushed Colonel Ma aside, drawing a dagger. The monkey hurriedly followed him, aiming for Commander Wu, who had been captured by Li Liu.

Commander Wu had never seen such a demon. Not even sparing the prisoners, he was so terrified by the fat man's menacing approach that he wet his pants. Li Liu, smelling the urine, frowned and kicked him, sending him sprawling.

"Damn, things are getting serious!" Colonel Ma gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed a few steps to block the fat man again. Even if he had no confidence in persuading the fat man, he had to try. This was a big deal. Torturing prisoners in the Eighth Route Army could get you shot several times. He wanted to recruit the fat man and couldn't just watch him make a mistake. He almost begged, "Brother, listen to me, listen to me. After you hear me out, you can kill him. Okay?"

"Are you trying to reason with me, little one?" The fat man laughed, stopping his advance. "Alright, if you can persuade me, I'll spare his dog's life."

Commander Wu, who had already lost all hope, was suddenly grateful to Colonel Ma. The Eighth Route Army were good people.

"The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners well. Besides, there's some kind of treaty we have to follow. We can't kill prisoners!" Colonel Ma said, thinking he was quite good at reasoning.

Well, it turns out Colonel Ma was a clueless fool.

Commander Wu, hearing this, trembled and turned pale. He finally realized that his life couldn't be saved by Colonel Ma.

"Is the fat man part of the Eighth Route Army?" The fat man sneered, pushing Colonel Ma aside and walking towards Commander Wu. "Old Ma, remember, it's the Geneva Convention!"

"Huh? What Geneva Convention?" Colonel Ma was slightly stunned, then realized. This fat man knew everything, understood everything, so why was he still killing prisoners? It made no sense!

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