Chapter 7

The food was served quickly, and the Japanese advisor ate just as fast. It seemed he really had something to do in the afternoon, so he didn't drink any alcohol. He finished his meal in less than half an hour, burped, and stood up. He said to the boss, "Wrap up a lotus leaf chicken for me. I won't be able to come out tonight, so I'll take it home to eat."

The boss nodded and bowed, packing a lotus leaf chicken for the Japanese advisor. The Japanese man wobbled as he left.

After a long while, the boss spat in the direction of the door and muttered, "What a damn little Japanese, eating without paying and even taking food away. You'll die of overeating sooner or later."

At this point, the other customers at the other tables had also finished their meals and were settling their bills and leaving. As they left, the girl with the long braid glanced at Mu Yang, but Mu Yang was deep in thought and didn't notice. The girl left with the middle-aged man.

Seeing that the hall was now empty, Mu Yang walked up to the boss and asked, "Boss Zhao, are all the Japanese like this, arrogant and refusing to pay for their meals?"

Boss Zhao looked at Mu Yang with a somewhat strange expression and then said, "Aren't the Japanese always like this? This is still considered good. It's just a loss of money. If you're not careful and don't serve them well, and you happen to run into those inhuman Japanese soldiers, you could end up with a broken home and a dead family. In these times, there's no way for ordinary people to survive."

"Can you tell me more?" Mu Yang asked.

"Since there's nothing to do now, I'll chat with you. I won't talk about the many people who died tragically. Let's just talk about my fellow restaurant owners. Last year, De Shun Building on the front street was the top restaurant in the county. Later, a few Japanese soldiers came to eat. We didn't expect them to pay, but after the meal, these people got drunk and took a fancy to the boss's daughter. The girl was unlucky; she somehow showed herself that day and was seen by the Japanese."

"How could Boss Qin just stand by and watch his daughter be violated? He was quite brave. He grabbed a kitchen knife and killed one of the Japanese soldiers, but he was also stabbed to death with bayonets. In the end, his daughter wasn't spared either. She was taken to the command post in the city and the next day, someone saw her hanging naked from a large locust tree outside the command post. This was the Japanese revenge. They not only violated her but also hanged her there for everyone to see. They are truly inhuman."

Mu Yang's body trembled involuntarily as he listened. He was born in the new China and grew up under the red flag. Although he had seen the crimes of the Japanese invasion in books and on TV, he had no personal experience of it.

But now, living in such a time and hearing such news from people who had seen and heard it firsthand, he felt an intense anger growing inside him.

This was just a common incident in a small county. What kind of suffering and hardship did the 30 million Chinese who died go through? What kind of suffering did the Chinese land endure?

Mu Yang didn't say anything. He clenched his fists and bid farewell, going upstairs to his room. The first thing he did was to return to the present day, pick up the crossbow on the table, and carefully examine it.

He couldn't be timid and cowardly anymore. He was really afraid of killing, which is why he had delayed until today. But after hearing these stories today, he felt he couldn't go on like this. He needed to be strong.

Whether this world was real or not, even if it was just to train his will, he couldn't wait any longer. He would act tonight, and he had to act.

He put on all his equipment, went to the room in the inn in the past, and put his things away. Then Mu Yang left the inn and walked down the street.

Baxian County wasn't very large, with two main streets running north to south, dividing the city into nine sections. Apart from the main streets, the other areas were quite dilapidated. After walking around the streets, he encountered a patrol of Japanese soldiers.

There were eight men in the patrol, all carrying rifles, led by a sergeant. They were patrolling the streets.

Mu Yang observed the patrol from a distance for a while, then found a teahouse and sat down, watching the street until it was dark. Mu Yang silently calculated that the Japanese soldiers patrolled every two hours, each patrol lasting about half an hour, mainly on the two main streets. They didn't patrol the side streets. If this was the case, he could choose a house near the main street to use the crossbow for a long-range shot, then take a different route back to the inn and enter through the back window.

Mu Yang returned to the inn and told the waiter he wanted two dishes and two steamed buns. He had the waiter bring the food to his room. After eating, Mu Yang began to prepare his equipment, putting on gray outdoor clothing, a dagger, and the crossbow. He jumped out of the window, stepped on the low wall, and went to the back street.

It was pitch black outside. There were no streetlights in this era, and without the moon, it was truly pitch black.

Fortunately, he had already memorized the route. Mu Yang didn't dare to turn on his flashlight and felt his way forward. At a corner about 200 meters from the inn, Mu Yang climbed onto a tiled roof.

He had already observed this place during the day. It was an abandoned house, with the roof facing the street, making it very convenient for his plan.

He took out the crossbow, strung it, placed an arrow in the arrow slot, and attached the infrared sight. He lay quietly on the roof, waiting for his prey to approach.

The small county was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance. The night was dark and a bit scary, with the moon hidden behind clouds. Mu Yang could hear his own heartbeat, and his palms were sweating from gripping the handle.

Mu Yang lay on the roof for nearly an hour, feeling his body stiffen. Suddenly, several beams of light swept across from a distance. Mu Yang quickly lowered his body. These were the flashlights of the Japanese patrol. They had come out to patrol.

The leader of the patrol held a large flashlight, constantly shining it ahead, while the other Japanese soldiers occasionally shone their flashlights to the sides.

Mu Yang watched as the patrol approached. There were a few more men than during the day, probably a squad of about 12 men.

Mu Yang's hand on the crossbow was tense and cramped. He quickly loosened it, slowly stretching to relax himself. The Japanese patrol passed under him in formation. Mu Yang didn't act, as he would still be discovered if he acted now, and the consequences were unpredictable.

The patrol slowly moved away. Suddenly, someone in the patrol spoke in Japanese, which Mu Yang couldn't understand. A short while later, someone left the patrol, ran to the corner, and unbuttoned his pants to urinate.

The patrol didn't stop to wait for him but continued forward. After a short while, they were quite far from the urinating Japanese soldier. The opportunity had come, and Mu Yang's breathing became heavy.

He quickly used the infrared sight to observe the lone soldier. The quality of the sight wasn't top-notch, but he could vaguely see a human shape. Mu Yang didn't hesitate, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The crossbow bolt flew straight.

Mu Yang heard a muffled groan from a distance, and then it was silent. He quickly pulled the string again and shot another arrow at the fallen figure, not waiting to see the effect. He then put down the crossbow and jumped off the roof, running back to the inn.

When he reached the low wall behind the inn, Mu Yang returned to the main timeline, put down all his equipment, and then returned to the past. He climbed the low wall and entered his room through the back window. He returned to the main timeline, took off his clothes, and changed into a Zhongshan suit. After checking that everything was in order, he returned to the inn room.

Standing by the back window, Mu Yang's breathing was still uneven, and his heart was pounding, as if it might jump out of his chest.

At this moment, a message appeared in his mind, "Killed one Japanese soldier. Do you want to choose the system reward?"

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