Chapter 47

While it was still not dark, Hosi Lang had already arrived in Baoqing from Jiamusi, over 200 kilometers away.

Before his arrival, the Japanese army had already sealed off all the mountains and forests around Baoqing, capturing many civilians who had fled into the mountains. These people were gathered on the dilapidated military camp parade ground, including Li Bennan's more than seventy puppet troops.

Machine guns were aimed at the five or six hundred people on the parade ground, and hundreds of Japanese soldiers, with sad expressions, stood around with their bayonets gleaming. The truck tailgates were open, and the barrels of the Type 92 heavy machine guns were pointed at the trembling civilians and the pro-Japanese collaborators who hadn't fled the city.

As soon as Hosi Lang got out of the car, he stepped onto the ground, which was still littered with small debris, and walked into the parade ground.

"Why are you not affected?"

Looking at Li Bennan, Hosi Lang asked in a dark tone.

"Sir, I was responsible for sealing off the mountains, not staying in the camp."

"Sealing off the mountains?"

Hosi Lang nodded and ordered, "Lay down your weapons and form a line."

"This..."

Li Bennan hesitated.

"Eight-ga!"

A second lieutenant stepped forward and slapped Li Bennan, making his head buzz. Instinctively, he straightened his back and said, "Hai!"

"Quickly! The Major's speech!"

"Hai!"

Li Bennan bowed and accepted the order, turned around, and ordered his troops to lay down their weapons and form a line.

"Hand over your guns..."

Some of the puppet troops hesitated.

"Get it done quickly!"

Li Bennan shouted sternly.

The puppet troops looked at the machine guns and the menacing bayonets around them, hesitated, but still obediently laid down their weapons, stacking them up and forming a line.

After Li Bennan gathered his troops, he turned to report, but the second lieutenant who had slapped him earlier stepped forward, yanked his pistol, and shouted, "You! Get back in line!"

Buzz!

Li Bennan felt his head explode, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

The reason was simple: the moment his gun was taken, the dozens of his men behind him were surrounded by gleaming bayonets.

"Sir..."

Li Bennan tried to speak, but the second lieutenant chambered a round and pointed the gun at his forehead, saying viciously, "You! Die!"

Without hesitation, he fired, shattering Li Bennan's head, and blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

"Damn!"

"Commander!!"

The puppet troops were thrown into chaos, rushing forward.

"Fire!"

The second lieutenant waved his pistol and gave the order.

Rat-tat-tat... Rat-tat-tat...

The rhythmic sound of the Type 92 heavy machine guns immediately rang out. Three nearby machine guns spewed flames, and the barrage of bullets sent blood and flesh flying. In less than a minute, the unarmed puppet troops were all lying on the ground. The smell of blood and gunpowder quickly filled the entire parade ground.

"Who killed the Japanese soldiers? Who killed the loyal Japanese citizens?!"

The second lieutenant grabbed a well-dressed man and shouted.

"Sir... I... I... really..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish, the second lieutenant fired, cutting off his words.

"You!"

The second lieutenant pointed to a well-groomed young man and shouted.

As soon as he spoke, two Japanese soldiers rushed forward and dragged the stunned young man out.

"Who did it?"

"Sir, Sir, I am a loyal citizen..."

Before the young man could finish, the second lieutenant raised his gun and fired, cutting off his words.

Hosi Lang remained silent throughout, leaning on his command sword, his eyes scanning the crowd like a hungry wolf.

"Whoever knows who did it, the Imperial Army will reward you greatly. If you don't speak, you will die!"

The second lieutenant wiped the blood from his face and shouted.

Hosi Lang took a step forward and said, "Whoever knows who the culprit is, the Imperial Army will reward you greatly, with food and money. Now, you have three minutes to think about it."

As soon as Hosi Lang finished speaking, a man in a silk robe, with a fawning smile, squeezed out of the crowd, bowing and scraping, and said, "Sir, I am a loyal citizen, a friend of Nanmura Sir..."

"Loyal citizen?"

Hosi Lang stared at the man and asked, "Who did it?"

"Sir, I heard they were sent by the King of Hell, those people with ghost faces..."

"Eight-ga!"

Before the man could finish, Hosi Lang drew his command sword and, with a roar, beheaded him, blood splattering everywhere.

"Father!!"

A young man dressed as a student screamed and tried to rush out of the crowd. Before he could, two Japanese soldiers rushed forward, grabbed his hair, dragged him out, and threw him at Hosi Lang's feet.

"Are you also a loyal citizen?"

Hosi Lang, holding his blood-stained command sword, asked coldly.

"Sir, Sir! We are really loyal citizens!"

The young man, now remembering his fear, screamed.

"Loyal citizen? Then tell me, who did it?"

"Sir, I don't know!"

The young man, with tears and snot streaming down his face, screamed.

"Hmph!"

Hosi Lang coldly snorted, raised his command sword, and with both hands, plunged it into the young man's chest.

"Ugh... I am really... a loyal citizen..."

The young man, with blood foaming at his mouth, managed to utter a few broken words before his heart stopped.

Hosi Lang withdrew his command sword, coldly scanned the crowd, and without a word, turned and walked back to his car.

"Ready... Fire!"

The second lieutenant raised his hand and gave the order.

Rat-tat-tat... Rat-tat-tat...

The Type 92 heavy machine guns roared, tearing apart the souls of the terrified people. The massacre ended in less than a minute. Blood pooled on the ground, and bodies lay in various positions, piled together.

In the smoke, the second lieutenant waved his hand, and a squad of Japanese soldiers with bayonets rushed into the killing field, dragging the bodies and finishing off those who were still alive with bayonet thrusts.

"Hang them all on the trees by the river, disembowel them, and continue the search in the mountains!"

The second lieutenant ordered expressionlessly.

Hosi Lang's face was grim as he repeatedly pondered the bloody words on the white cloth: "For every civilian killed, tenfold retribution!"

Soon, starting from the Baoqing River Bridge, the trees along the way were hung with bodies, all the way to the city. Regardless of age or gender, their bellies were slit open, and their intestines hung to the ground, attracting countless ants. In the twilight sky, several crows circled, cawing but not daring to land.

Dongku, unaware of the bloody massacre in Baoqing, waited in the bushes with his team until Morigen's cavalry arrived at midnight. They quickly unloaded the weapons and ammunition from the trucks and transported them to Heixiazi Gou.

At this point, Dongku felt a sense of relief. He knew that the roads might be sealed off, and there would be motorcycle patrols. However, the area was sparsely populated, and it was common to go for tens of kilometers without seeing a Japanese soldier, especially during such a lockdown.

In the mountains, Dongku quickly unloaded all the vehicles. After confirming that there were no Japanese soldiers on the road, he led Shunzi, Mengzi, Shanzi, and Sun Tao out of the forest, covering the tracks with grass and hiding the traces with shrubs. They then drove the vehicles to Bee Mountain, turned off the headlights, and parked them in the forest.

Abandoning the vehicles, Dongku and his team followed the waterlogged meadow, stepping on the tussocks, and by noon, they reached the unloading site at Dahuishan, covering the traces. Without resting, they headed straight for Heixiazi Gou.

When they returned to Heixiazi Gou, Morigen and his team had just finished transporting the last batch of ammunition into the cave and were about to leave.

Dongku was not overly formal, giving Morigen two Type 96 light machine guns, 50,000 rounds of ammunition, 20 Type 14 pistols, and 2,000 rounds of pistol ammunition. Dongku could not help the Evenki people who might be massacred or relocated by the Japanese, so he gave them weapons, hoping they could defend themselves.

After Morigen left, cleaning up the traces, Dongku looked at his tired but spirited team and shouted, "Form a line!"

Liu Zhong quickly stood at the front, and the others followed, forming a neat line.

"This mission was completed not because we are strong, but because the Japanese are too arrogant and never thought anyone would attack their base. Next, we will enter real combat. Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Tiger Teeth!"

"Who are you fighting for?"

"For the people of China!"

Liu Zhong and the others shouted loudly, a sense of iron and blood slowly appearing in them.

Dongku, satisfied with his team, ordered, "Rest quickly, dismissed!"

"Yes!"

Liu Zhong and the others quickly took off their soaked clothes. After six days without proper rest, they soon fell into a deep sleep.

Dongku did not assign anyone to stand guard, knowing that Liu Zhong and the others were too exhausted and that the Japanese would not discover them soon. However, he did not sleep, sitting at the cave entrance, feeling the cool breeze, and thinking about the next plan.

He knew that obtaining so many weapons and ammunition was a stroke of luck. This was a loophole in the situation where the Japanese had not strictly controlled resources. Once the fortifications were completed, such large quantities of supplies would only be available at the fortification bases. Moreover, the amount of weapons and ammunition in Baoqing exceeded Dongku's expectations. He had only taken the most commonly used and consumed items, such as grenade launchers, mortar shells, light machine guns, rifles, and bullets, which were less than a third of the total stock.

"It seems we need to spend some time separating these weapons and ammunition. Otherwise, if this place is discovered, it will all be lost."

Dongku pondered, not worried that the Evenki people would betray them. This fierce minority had their own beliefs and principles, and betrayal was rare among them. Although he trusted Morigen, hiding the ammunition in different locations was necessary.

"Let's see how effective this warning will be..."

In the dim light of the lantern, Dongku thought to himself. He understood the Japanese temperament and did not have high hopes for the effectiveness of this retaliation, only praying that some of the civilians in Baoqing could escape.

"Ah..."

Dongku sighed, thinking to himself: I am sorry for the suffering and death you have to endure, but I only want to minimize the sacrifices...

PS: Thank you, Dongshan Zaidao, for your support! Thank you very much!

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