Chapter 28: Blazing Heroes

  He grabbed his gun and ran into the yard, Chen Jian had already assembled the team fully armed and lined up. Several scouts rushed in from outside the door with a few sentries: "Captain, the pseudo-army has arrived, not the devils, but there are too many people, it seems like over a thousand!"

  "Transfer immediately, don't bring anyone along."

  A row of long strips of people beat gongs to evacuate villagers and cover the troops. Others immediately lightened their loads and rushed out before being surrounded. After breaking through, they assembled at Huai Shu Tun ten miles away.

  "Yes, I guarantee to complete the task."

  "Others leave half of the bullets and hand grenades for a row, now set off immediately." Chen Jian gave the order to break through without hesitation. Zhang Yun Tian took a look at the row, didn't say anything, led the team and ran out. Soon others occupied the outside alleys, preparing to break through.

  "Platoon leader, you organize the villagers to evacuate, others follow me. Be careful to approach stealthily. The fake army has just entered the village and is not familiar with the terrain. Immediately occupy the high points in front and cover the troops' evacuation. Any questions?" The platoon leader ordered immediately.

  "Yes, guaranteed to complete the task, no problem." Everyone replied in unison.

  "Act at once."

  The shout had barely fallen when the warriors rushed to the high houses on both sides, and the shadow of the pseudo-army could already be seen in the distance. At this time, the gong sounded, and a loud voice of the squad leader echoed in the village's night sky: "Fellow villagers, the little devils have entered the village, everyone quickly evacuate, don't bring anything from home, everyone quickly retreat to the south of the village. Hurry up, hurry up, run!"

  As the shouting rose, the village was thrown into chaos. Countless villagers rushed out of their homes, yelling and crying to one another. Many were disheveled, dragging children and pulling wives as they ran outside.

  The fake army in front has already caught fire, and the fake army is unfolding its formation to continuously shoot at the sniper's row of troops. Both sides are fighting with sound and color, and villagers and ordinary people are constantly being hit by stray bullets and falling on the street. Others hastily flee in other directions, and the surrounding area is chaotic. The shouting, crying, and tearing sounds pierce the hearts of a row of soldiers, all because they did not do their job well, allowing these innocent civilians who trusted them to die unjustly. The guilt in the soldiers' hearts turned into flames of anger aimed at the fake army's troops.

  Watching the exchange of fire in front of him, Mei Huan-yu was not anxious at all. He knew that as long as he entered the village, his mission would be accomplished, and it didn't matter how many people he caught, as long as he could justify himself to the Japanese devils, that's all that mattered. If he lost men due to his own greed for battle, he wouldn't be happy about it. After all, these men were all brought out by him, and losing one would reduce his own strength by a fraction. So he ordered his subordinates not to rush, to fight slowly and carefully, and absolutely not to take any risks.

  The pseudo-army around was so moved, Director Mei's heart was thinking of himself, what a good director. Mei Huan-yu himself did not expect that his few words would actually make him get so much support from the pseudo-army, otherwise he would definitely say more such laborious and effortless words.

  The villagers were slowly led by the soldiers in charge of organizing the retreat to move south of the village. The two companies of fake troops could not suppress the few quick guns on the commanding heights, and they lost three more for this.

  Slowly, both sides fired up, and the platoon was finally outnumbered by the enemy's miscellaneous guns, being gradually compressed onto an old house. The soldiers' grenades were all thrown out, and their bullets were almost gone. However, their own retreat route had also been surrounded. One by one, the soldiers looked at each other with anger in their eyes. Under the intense fire earlier, only three soldiers remained unscathed, while the others were injured to varying degrees. Even the platoon leader was sacrificed while covering a soldier who suddenly stood up. The soldiers encouraged each other with their eyes, and under the leadership of the deputy platoon leader, they stubbornly fired at the approaching enemy.

  Mei Huan's anger was great, these martial arts team guys were simply stubborn and unyielding. He had organized people to go over and shout slogans several times, calling on them to surrender and promising to treat them well, but as a result, they lost several fake soldiers who didn't notice the ambush. These were his assets, after all! Seeing his property suffer losses, Mei Huan's anger surged upwards.

  "Damn it, these bastards can't even handle this small matter and lost over thirty brothers, what a waste." Mei Huan-yu scolded his incompetent underlings.

  "Go and bring all the firewood around, pile it up below and burn it for me. I don't believe they can withstand the fire. You few quickly go and find some vegetable oil in the people's courtyard to pour on." Mei Huan-yu instructed after a moment of thought.

  Soon several fake soldiers moved a large amount of firewood, surrounding the old house. Mei Huan-yu made one last effort: "Brothers of the Wu Gong team, you have done your best, now you can surrender, I give you one minute to put down your weapons, we guarantee your safety, if you still don't know how to behave, then don't blame brothers for being impolite." Mei Huan-yu hid behind a courtyard wall, shouting loudly upwards.

  "You're dreaming, you traitorous dogs, all you know is to help the Japanese devils harm the ordinary people. There will be retribution sooner or later. We swear to die rather than become traitors. If you have guts, show your face and see if I won't put a hole in your head. Do you dare come out? Haha...". A row of houses above shouted loudly with their throats. The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter.

  "Traitorous dog, you're dreaming"

  "Are you learning from dogs how to be human?"

  "You're not even human, helping the devils kill your own people, you're a despicable traitor!" The soldiers shouted in unison.

  Mei Huan-yu smiled, nodded to his subordinates, and some sparks were thrown onto the firewood. Soon, a fierce flame rose into the air, and the flames engulfed the old house, quickly surrounding a row of soldiers. The deputy commander looked around at the soldiers, gazing into their eyes, which were filled with determination and encouragement. Soon, the panicked expressions on several soldiers' faces disappeared, replaced by calmness and determination. The soldiers shouted slogans: "Down with Japanese devils! Down with traitors! Long live our new motherland! Long live the People's United Party! We will surely win!" The slogans echoed through the clouds.

  The low-ranking pseudo-army silently stared, the flames rising more fiercely, Mei Huan-yu's face was expressionless, neither joyful nor expectant, as if nothing had ever happened. The pseudo-army looked at their captain, and indeed it was still Captain Mei.

  Mei Huan Yu's heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface, but he had been hiding his true self since adulthood. As he gazed at the house engulfed in flames, his mind churned with thoughts: "If all my opponents are like this, I'll be in big trouble later. It's better to just kill them off cleanly."

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