Chapter 22: The engineer's shovel chopped down towards the devils' heads.

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  Like others, Wei Yuankun also charged forward with his bare back, and he was at the forefront. As for the bulletproof vest, he left it to Wang Fangyuan who was hiding behind - this wasn't because he had any special concern or thoughts about his female comrade, but rather because since he chose to lead the charge and engage in close combat with the enemy, the bulletproof vest would not only be unable to withstand the opponent's rifle bullets but also produce a counterproductive effect. If he didn't hit the vital parts, at most he would just get shot through, but if he wore the bulletproof vest, the bullet's kinetic energy would decrease after penetrating it, and then lose stability and tumble, which would put him in a precarious situation. As for facing the enemy head-on in close combat, Wei Yuankun had his own tricks up his sleeve - with so many people charging together, wouldn't he be the one to encounter the Japanese devils? At that time, finding a weakling among the yellow-skinned puppet army and relying on his mediocre kung fu skills plus his relatively tall, strong, and sturdy physique for this era, even if he couldn't take down the Japanese devils, taking down a yellow-skinned puppet soldier wouldn't be a problem.

  More importantly, Wei Yuankun believed that his luck was very good - although this is largely suspected of being a self-psychological comfort, as for how to comfort himself, before going into battle, if someone understood lip language, they would find that this kid would constantly mutter "God, the true Lord, Yan Wang Ye protect me! God, the true Lord, Yan Wang Ye protect me!" However, at this time, neither the devils nor the yellow-skinned pseudo-army would care about what was being whispered in the mouth of the person in front of them, because these people all held things that would take their lives. And among God, the true Lord, and Yan Wang Ye, only Yan Wang Ye was concerned with this matter, after all, only he collects dead people.

  "After a round of gunfire, all the militiamen in the charge threw away their guns and switched to big knives and long spears - after all, foreign cannons and lifting rods are terrifying at close range, but it's not wise to reload within thirty meters. The remaining automatic riflemen also threw away their guns after firing all the ammunition in the magazine, then pulled out their knives and continued to charge forward, because at this moment both sides were already mixed together, if they continued shooting, they would probably kill more of their own people than the enemy."

  Facing the sudden attack from behind, Japanese soldiers did not fall into a panic like the puppet army, but instead remained calm and composed under the command of their commander, firing row after row at the charging troops, knocking down a large number of people. Then, they all shouted and charged forward with bayonets, and the enemy's stabbing technique was indeed not just bragging. In just one encounter, three or four were knocked down, but the remaining people were also seasoned veterans who had been fighting against Japan for many years. This level of casualties did not intimidate them, and they all rushed forward with swords and guns, engaging in a fierce battle with the enemy.

  At this moment, Wei Yuankun welcomed the first life-and-death close combat in his life. Just like playing online games and refreshing the new village, God arranged the first enemy for him to take care of his strength - a pseudo-army rather than a ghost child. At this moment, Wei Yuankun had already thrown away the AK74 with empty clips in his hand, pulled out the engineer's shovel behind his back, and the pistol was also at risk of misfire in such close combat.

  When the pseudo-military saw that the tall, white-skinned man had a strange weapon in his hand, he thought to himself, "Who uses a small iron shovel to fight?" However, the previous "iron sand rain" had already left several grains of iron sand on his buttocks and back, which was very painful. The sudden rush of people made him extremely frightened, and his usual indulgence in food, drink, and women had emptied his body, so he stabbed out with a trembling knife without any strength, which was easily dodged by Wei Yuan-kun. Wei Yuan-kun was physically strong due to his regular exercise and lack of indulgence in worldly pleasures. Seeing the opponent's empty stab, he took a big step forward, swung his left arm fiercely, and heard a "crack" sound as the pseudo-military's head was chopped off by the engineer's shovel. The body fell to the ground, dead on the spot. Several nearby pseudo-soldiers were shocked by this tall, ruthless man who had just beheaded one of their own, and they were so frightened that they lost control of their bowels, defecating in their pants with a "plop" sound. They all knelt down, wailing and begging for mercy, "Good sir, spare our lives! Good sir, spare our lives!" Wei Yuan-kun didn't bother to deal with them and kicked one of the men who was blocking his way, continuing to wield the engineer's shovel as he charged into the fray.

  The yellow-skinned pseudo-army, although useless, were experts in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, but not all of them were completely without resistance. The Japanese devils, on the other hand, were all elite troops from the Kwantung Army, and it was impossible for them to be cowards. Although most of the pseudo-army had already surrendered, the remaining twenty or so pseudo-soldiers and over a dozen Japanese devils still charged forward with bayonets, shouting and snarling. The hundreds of people surrounding them, many of whom were accustomed to wielding big knives and long spears and had even practiced martial arts, were no match for the Japanese in terms of group fighting. Despite their numerical superiority, they were being forced back step by step, with several of them being knocked over by the Japanese devils. Many of them even showed fear on their faces, as they were not regular soldiers and their earlier battle had been fueled solely by bravery. Once that was exhausted, and seeing the ferocity of the Japanese devils, many people even thought about turning around and running away. However, at this moment, Wei Yuankun's loud shout from behind greatly boosted the morale of the troops, who were on the verge of collapse: "You old men with balls in your pants, follow me to kill the Japanese devils!" It is said that generals are the soul of soldiers, and seeing Wei Yuankun, the big political commissar, covered in blood (although it was unclear whose blood it was), still charging forward with a shovel, everyone's spirits were renewed. If the leaders didn't care about their lives, what did they have to fear? With renewed vigor, they charged forward once again, wielding their weapons.

  Also with Wei Yuankun's bad luck, this Wei Yuankun was originally a very eye-catching figure on such a battlefield. Think about it, among this group of dark and muddy militiamen, suddenly a big man with a whiter face than tofu, wearing leather shoes and carrying a small iron shovel, would definitely attract attention. Just now during the charge, he didn't get shot and that was already lucky, but this time he shouted, attracting the enemy's attention, making them think he might be an important figure on the other side. So they all charged towards him with bayonets, if it were in peacetime, Wei Yuankun would have long since slipped away, but at this moment, his brain was in a state of frenzy, only thinking about "killing people", his IQ had dropped to the level of an African rhinoceros on the savannah. In this state, he displayed the spirit of some Northeasterners during peaceful times, who would fight with abandon, disregarding their own lives and those of others. He charged forward, but the people around him wouldn't let the commissar take risks, they all fought to hold back, while Wei Yuankun also rushed into the fray, seeing the enemy's ferocity, he shouted "Little devils come and get it!" then pulled out a package from his pocket and threw it over. The enemy soldiers who were caught off guard by this package became covered in white powder, looking like Kabuki actors, they all covered their eyes and wailed, the people next to them took advantage of their weakness and killed them with big knives and long spears, instantly turning them into minced meat. The nearby Japanese squad leader was furious: "Good bandit, you're using dirty tricks like throwing lime powder during a bayonet fight!" He used his family's "One Knife Flow" technique, relying on his sharp knife that could cut through iron, and his own fury, he killed his way through the crowd and charged towards Wei Yuankun. Wei Yuankun didn't expect this and wasn't prepared, his hot blood was instantly cooled down, in the chaos, he retreated two steps, but didn't think that there were too many rocks on the ground, which tripped him up. The Japanese soldier saw his chance and raised his knife to strike.

  If this knife had cut him, Wei Yuankun would probably have been split in two on the spot, and he didn't have the ability to escape like a worm, so he would definitely be left to cool off here, and at that time, this space-time might have another missing person. However, just as this was happening, a stone the size of a palm flew straight towards Sakuragi Kodo's face, hitting him squarely and causing his eyes to see stars and his nose to bleed profusely. It turned out that after Wei Yuankun fell to the ground, he had picked up another stone with his hands, and this Wei Yuankun had understood the principle of "distance produces beauty" since he was in school, so every time he fought with someone, he paid great attention to the effect of "long-range attack". Before each formal close combat, he would use bricks to open the way. Over time, this flying brick technique had been practiced to perfection, and within ten steps, he could hit his target 100 times. Today, while lying on the ground, he reflexively picked up a stone and threw it out, but unexpectedly, it had the effect of defeating the enemy. At that moment, Sakuragi Kodo's footsteps paused, and Wei Yuankun took advantage of this to jump up and swing his engineer shovel in a circle, hitting Sakuragi Kodo's wrist squarely. At that time, both his hand and knife fell to the ground, and this devil was so painful that he had already sobered up and rushed over to hug Wei Yuankun. Wei Yuankun couldn't use his strength with the engineer shovel, so he threw it away, and the two of them hugged each other and rolled around on the ground. The people around didn't dare to use knives or guns to poke at them, so they could only stand by anxiously. Although Sakuragi Kodo was well-trained and had practiced judo, his strength and technique far exceeded Wei Yuankun's, but first, this devil had lost a hand, and the wound on his arm was constantly bleeding. Second, he had just fought a bloody battle with someone else, so his energy was somewhat insufficient. On the other hand, Wei Yuankun came from a police family, and his ancestors were all old soldiers who understood various types of martial arts. He also knew how to fight and had experience in street fighting since childhood. At this moment, he relied on his bravery and waited for an opportunity to strike back, barely managing to tie with Sakuragi Kodo.

  Two people were not just hugging on the ground and rolling around, when suddenly Wei Yuankun let out a loud cry, followed by an even louder cry from Sakura no Kadō. It turned out that in his desperation, Wei Yuankun had bitten down on Sakura's nose, and because he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, his bite was extremely vicious, taking off half of the nose with one bite. He then bit down again on Sakura's ear, and this second bite tore off not only the ear but also a large piece of skin and flesh. After these two bites, the enemy lost strength and was pinned to the ground by Wei Yuankun, who picked up a stone from the ground and started hitting him wildly on the head while speaking nonsense. The enemy's brain seemed to be playing rock music, with electric guitars, basses, and drums all sounding at once, making it impossible for anyone to understand what Wei Yuankun was saying. By the time others came forward to pull Wei Yuankun away, Sakura no Kadō had been beaten beyond recognition, his face completely disfigured, with one eyeball even popping out of its socket. It was clear that he was dead. Wei Yuankun got up, still fuming with anger, and picked up a shovel, rushing over to the corpse and chopping off its head with a few swift blows. He then grabbed the hair and kicked the head far away. The onlookers were all secretly shocked, thinking to themselves that this Wei Yuankun, although he looked refined and cultured, was actually a ruthless killer who didn't bat an eyelid when taking lives.

  Wei Yuankun kicked the head, and then kicked the headless corpse several times before stopping. Afterwards, he suddenly covered his crotch and jumped up, and everyone walked forward to find that Wei Yuankun had an extra row of teeth on his face. It turned out that Sakuramori had bitten Wei Yuankun during the fight, but unfortunately, this person had bad teeth since childhood, and almost all of them fell out before the age of 20. He had no choice but to wear a set of false teeth, but unexpectedly, when biting Wei Yuankun, he was shaken off, and his false teeth came out. Next, Sakuramori kicked Wei Yuankun's crotch again, but unexpectedly, this kick didn't make Wei Yuankun lose his combat effectiveness, instead, he went into a frenzy on the spot, resulting in the previous scene. Although most of the force of the kick was dissipated by the thigh, and the place where it hit was a bit biased, even if only the edge of that part of the man's body was touched, it would still be extremely painful. Fortunately, although this kick was painful, it didn't hurt his kidneys, and the next morning, Wei Yuankun was still standing tall, which finally put him at ease.

  After resolving the Sakura Wood Path, the battle also entered its final stage. The remaining devils were attacked by the Self-Defense Forces' 70 or 80 people who didn't care about their lives. In just a few minutes, those who were stabbed fell to the ground, those who were shot were shot, and the rest were either captured alive or fled in all directions. The remaining puppet troops who dared to resist were either kneeling on the ground surrendering or turning around to escape, only to be shot by the crowd into a sieve.

  This battle of killing the rich and helping the poor, self-defense military really did it - killed the rich devils, helped their own poverty-stricken anti-Japanese armed forces. Two light machine guns, one 1922-style "chicken neck" heavy machine gun, a grenade launcher, plus over a hundred rifles, among which more than thirty were Japanese Tokyo Arsenal-made Type 38 rifles with chrysanthemum marks, and several handguns, not to mention the abundant ammunition. Although the harvest was rich, the casualties of this battle were much higher than before, with nearly sixty brothers lost, including more than thirty killed in action. Many people in the troop were relatives or neighbors of the dead, and when they saw the bodies, they couldn't help but burst into tears on the spot. Wei Yuan-kun and others also fell silent when they saw that the people who had eaten and laughed with them yesterday had become cold corpses. Only the dozens of captured devils and puppet soldiers became the target of everyone's anger, surrounded and beaten violently, until Guo Wenlian intervened to stop this behavior. After all, most of these puppet soldiers were Chinese, and as a leader of the righteous and brave army who had insisted on resisting Japan for nearly eight years, he also knew that sometimes it was more useful to win them over than to kill them on the spot. On the other hand, Wei Yuan-kun became furious when he saw the dead bodies, grabbed a big knife from someone's hand without saying a word, and beheaded a captured devil who was still shouting and screaming with one slash, splashing blood all over the ground. If it weren't for Wang He and Zhang Xin holding him back, who knows how many more people this angry man would have killed? However, this action made everyone present quiet down, and then they all looked at him in unison. When Wei Yuan-kun's eyes swept across the puppet soldiers, all of them were intimidated by the aura he emitted, kneeling down and kowtowing like they were pounding garlic "Good fellow spare our lives, good fellow spare our lives!" After someone reminded them, "We are the Eighth Route Army, not the bandits," these people immediately changed their words to "Eighth Grandfather spare our lives, Eighth Grandfather spare our lives!" Then phrases such as "I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child" poured out. Wei Yuan-kun was amused by this string of pleading words, "You little devil is only twenty years old, did your mother give birth to you at the age of fifty?" This remark triggered a burst of laughter on the spot.

  At this time, Guo Wenlian saw Wei Yuankun in a rage and was afraid that he would kill indiscriminately. He hurried over to persuade him, "Let's forget it, these are all Chinese people, let's spare them." However, Wei Yuankun took advantage of the situation and made a ghostly face at Guo Wenlian, who understood and didn't say anything more. Wei Yuankun then walked into the midst of the captives, his left hand holding a knife, and with his right hand, he lifted up a puppet army officer. "I'm in a bad mood today, if I don't behead a few people, this anger won't dissipate. I'll ask you a few questions, if your answers aren't satisfactory, I'll use your head to play for a few days and relieve my boredom! First, tell me, what's your name?" The puppet army officer initially thought Wei Yuankun was a gentle and refined young man, but when he saw him behead a Japanese devil without batting an eye, he realized he had misjudged him. This young man was like the White Impermanence who collected souls in the underworld, and he was scared out of his wits. His legs were trembling with fear, and he wasn't a brave man to begin with. Looking at the blood-stained knife, he answered hastily, "Reporting to Eighth Master, my name is Wang Zijian." As soon as Wei Yuankun heard the name Wang Zijian, he became enraged, his knife flashed, and after a burst of blood light, another head rolled on the ground.