Chapter 45

In the cave, Mazi, Mengzi, Dogdan, and Shunzi were drenched in sweat, swinging their hammers with a clanging sound, pouring their anger into the hammers, and continuously changing the shape of the red-hot iron ingot.

Huzi and Liu Hai silently pulled the bellows, whoosh, whoosh, making the charcoal flames rise fiercely.

Shanzi and Shunzi, outside the cave on the rocks, carefully made trigger-activated detonators; their expressions were focused, and their minds were undistracted, even the green snakes crawling by their feet did not catch their attention.

In their minds, the scene from last night kept replaying.

"Today, you are soldiers! Today, you will fight for the people of China! For the rise of China! Today, your names will no longer exist, and your names will be written in the annals of history with the blood of the invaders!"

"Tell me who you are?!"

"Tiger Fangs!"

"Who are you fighting for?!"

"For the people of China! For the rise of China!!"

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In the mountains, Liu Zhong led the borrowed horses, following Dong Ku to Dahan Town, transporting all the gold and silver back, and bringing two boxes of ten mountain artillery gas shells.

Three days later, Dong Ku appeared in Hulin, together with Liu Zhong, handing over the gold, silver, including jewelry and gems to Shao Pang, but keeping the cultural relics.

After Shao Pang was surprised, he left Hulin with the gold and silver worth six million and gems and jewelry of no less value, with the help of Liu Rujie, and began to set up a factory according to Dong Ku's plan.

Dong Ku and Liu Zhong hid the cultural relics, another M4A1, a set of attachments, including a grenade and an infantry hand grenade, in a secret place about ten miles away from the cave. Liu Zhong went to the Ewenki to return the horses, while Dong Ku returned to the cave he had left for six days...

In May, the Wanda Mountains were already sprouting leaves and lush with green grass. Although the green grass was not yet tall enough to hide a person, it was difficult to spot someone in the budding shrubs.

In the mountains southwest of Baoqing, a group of figures quickly and steadily moved through the shrubs, heading straight for Baoqing.

During the march, the leading figure suddenly raised his arm, making a stop gesture. The figures behind him quickly disappeared into the bushes at the subsequent gestures.

Less than fifty meters ahead, on a narrow path, a dozen Japanese soldiers walked with their coats open, looking satisfied, humming their hometown folk songs. They carried chickens and bundles of flowered cloth on their shoulders, looking lazy and content.

As they walked, a Japanese soldier at the end of the line suddenly felt the dry grass and green leaves by the roadside move. Before he could react, his mouth was covered by a large hand, and a sharp knife stabbed into his chest. In his fading eyes, his teammates ahead were still leisurely swatting the roadside weeds with a stick.

This figure had just disappeared when the Japanese soldier carrying the gun and the stick felt the world spin and his breath become smooth. Soon, his lungs felt constricted, and he lost consciousness.

The Japanese soldiers ahead were completely unaware, still humming their folk songs, unaware that six of their teammates were already gone.

As they walked, the Japanese soldier at the end of the line suddenly heard a light click behind him. He instinctively turned his head, but before he could see what it was, a loud bang sounded, and a stick about a foot long pierced through his eye socket into his skull. A faint sound was heard as the tip of the stick emerged from the back of his head.

Before his body could fall, more bangs sounded, and the remaining six Japanese soldiers were each pierced in the head or heart by a stick, falling to the ground without a sound.

As they fell, figures emerged from the shrubs and weeds, holding dark objects in their hands, slowly approaching the bodies on the ground.

What they held were intricate pump-action crossbows.

Dong Ku released the crossbow string, his face painted with colors showing no expression. He waved his hand to signal the cleanup of the battlefield, quickly gathering the Japanese soldiers' bullets and grenades, hanging the bodies on trees, and disemboweling them...

This was the third group of Japanese soldiers they had killed in one day.

At night, the Japanese military camp in Baoqing was brightly lit. The platoon leader, Nankura Kōichi, with a cold gaze, ordered, "Gather the troops, seal off all the key points in the mountain area! Have Li Bennan gather the troops to assist in the search!"

"Hai!"

A sergeant with a face swollen like a pig's head stood at attention, turned, and relayed the order.

The quiet and dark Baoqing was stirred by the rumbling of trucks. The lights of the trucks tore through the darkness, heading towards the mountain where the incident occurred. Rows of Japanese soldiers marched in unison, following the convoy, leaving the camp with a loud noise. A row of puppet troops also ran in formation, following the Japanese from another street. In the distant bushes, a pair of alert eyes watched the convoy leave...

The rumbling of the engines and the stomping of footsteps made the residents of Baoqing huddle in their beds, wide-eyed in the darkness, listening to the commotion around them.

At the entrance of the Nancha River pioneer camp, seven ronin dragged several young Chinese women, laughing and joking as they entered the compound. The women, with disheveled hair, struggled fiercely but to no avail, being dragged towards their nightmare.

"Why is it so quiet today?"

A ronin suspiciously walked through the gate.

Before he could finish speaking, the ronin behind him were drawn to a prone figure in the yard.

"Nani?"

The group stopped, suspiciously approaching the figure covered in rags.

At that moment, the prone figure suddenly moved. Before the leading ronin could react, his wakizashi was taken from his waist, and he saw a familiar headless figure, spewing two streams of liquid, standing there...

A chilling flash of blade light filled the yard. Before the ronin could react, more bangs sounded, and a mist of blood spread as figures silently fell to the ground.

The women, no longer being dragged, collapsed on the ground, terrified and unaware of what had happened.

In the darkness, Liu Zhong and his team, holding crossbows, quietly surrounded the area. Dong Ku, holding a dripping wakizashi, looked around and ordered the cleanup of the battlefield.

Shunzi and Sun Tao stayed at the gate, one watching the women, the other watching the road to the pioneer camp.

Dong Ku and his team quickly entered the houses, beginning their work in the darkness.

The Chinese women, dazed, looked at the figures in front of them. The rags on their bodies and the ghost-like faces in the darkness made them huddle together, trembling, not daring to move.

After more than half an hour, Dong Ku and his team, carrying backpacks filled with wealth plundered from the local people by the pioneer camp, left the camp. With them were several women, their legs weak, who were carried away from the pioneer camp and left unconscious in a doorway of a civilian house...

In the empty Japanese military camp, only about thirty Japanese soldiers were guarding the barracks. The two machine guns at the gate, with their dark muzzles, coldly stared into the darkness. The entrance to the ammunition depot was guarded by two 92-type heavy machine guns, making it heavily fortified.

On the road to the camp, a truck swayed as it approached. When the glaring headlights tore through the darkness and shone on the camp gate, the machine guns opened with a click, pointing at the truck.

The truck swayed to a stop at the gate, and a sergeant jumped off, talking to the sentry. Then, the two of them walked into the guard tower, arm in arm...

As the truck started, the two sentries at the gate turned their gaze back to the entrance and stood quietly.

At the gate, in the sandbag fortifications, four machine gunners still held their guns, pointing into the darkness after the truck passed, with a stick about an inch long protruding from their uniforms...

The truck swayed around the camp and stopped in front of the ammunition depot about a hundred meters away, turning off the headlights. After a moment, it turned around and parked in front of the depot.

The two soldiers on guard turned their heads to look at the darkness, feeling a bit strange about the truck coming to move ammunition at this time. However, the recently assembled and dispatched troops made them put aside their suspicions and turn back to watch the darkness ahead.

Just as they turned back, they suddenly felt a chill on their necks, and a sharp pain shot into their brains. Before they could react, they fell to the ground, dizzy.

Dong Ku and Liu Zhong each put down the bodies, one holding a crossbow and the other a dagger, and quietly slipped into the barracks.

As their figures disappeared, several more figures quickly emerged from the darkness and quietly approached the entrances of the other barracks.

In the lit room, Nankura Kōichi was sitting, writing a report with great concentration. The open door annoyed him, and he was about to scold when suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he threw down his pen and paper, quickly reaching for the pistol on the table.

Duo!

Before his hand could touch the gun, a black stick pierced the table with a light sound. Before the pain could spread to his brain, his vision went dark, and he fell onto the table.

Shortly after, three trucks drove up to the ammunition depot, and several figures quickly worked under the dim light at the entrance...

An hour later, a pig-like scream echoed through the camp, spreading to the nearby civilian houses.

Looking at the intestines spilling from Nankura Kōichi, and hearing his惨叫声，十个身穿伪装服、脸上涂着伪装油的人影没有一丝波动。

刘忠拎过来已经晕了的日本男孩，也就是南村光一的儿子，迅速将他吊在南村光一的旁边，在南村光一惊恐的眼神中，刺啦，就撕开了孩子的衣服，尖刀，随之就要划下。

“不！！求求你们放过佳良吧！！！”南村光一忘记了疼痛，哀求着，“他还是个孩子……他没有杀过人……连……蚂蚁……都不……愿意伤……害……”

董库在南村光一凄惨的喊声中伸手一挡刘忠，随之，两手如勾，咔嚓，就捏碎了孩子的咽喉，这才点头闪开。

刘忠顿了下，瞬间明白了董库的意思，他们是警告恶魔，就算做恶魔，也要留下一丝的良知。明白后，毫不犹豫地照着白嫩的肚皮挥刀划了下去……

不久，发动机的轰鸣中，四辆卡车先后驶出了军营，消失在黑暗当中，独留下军营里已经进入弥留之际的南村光一。

南村光一模糊的视线停留在肠子流淌满地的儿子身上，喃喃地说着：“他不是军人……没有……伤害……过……谁……”

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In the dim light, Nankura Kōichi's blurred vision focused on his son, whose intestines were spilling on the ground. He murmured, "He is not a soldier... He has never... harmed... anyone..."

As the engine roared, four trucks left the camp one after another, disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind Nankura Kōichi, who was on his deathbed.