Chapter 4: Lost

  The little devils and puppet soldiers rushing up the mountain slope were faced with several large mountains and endless forests. A few devil soldiers jumped violently and fired randomly into the depths of the forest. The puppet soldiers, on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief, at least they were safe for now. Then, following the devils' shouts and gunfire, they couldn't let the devils think they were useless, after all.

  The devil's army commander has now calmed down. In his heart, he thought, "Facing this guerrilla warfare, it is not our current military strength that can win. Moreover, more than half of them are useless puppet troops. If we drag on until nightfall, the situation will be even more dangerous for us. Although this time the loss was heavy, the responsibility for the failure should be borne by the puppet army." The devil's army commander fell silent and ordered: "Withdraw immediately, hurry back to the county town."

  A group of living pseudo-soldiers are secretly rejoicing in their hearts, and they can finally return home with their lives intact. Now cleaning up the battlefield is particularly energetic. If they knew what the devilish sergeant was thinking, they would probably never dare to return to the county town again.

  Several hand grenades fell again on the slope, followed by a burst of gunfire. The Japanese army sergeant did not dare to fight greedily and ordered the puppet army to counterattack. He led the Japanese soldiers to carry the bodies of the little devils who had just been blown to death onto the ox cart and retreated first.

  The local puppet army is generally composed of idle and lazy people who do not engage in proper work. They are both greedy for wealth and afraid of death. Seeing the Imperial Army retreat, they can no longer care about their usual brothers, abandoning the dead bodies of the puppet army, and following the devils' buttocks to run away.

  The swallow was in such a hurry, seeing the enemy escape, but its own shots were all misses.

  "Stop it, you can't hit them anymore." Huoyao Ge yelled at Yanzi.

  The swallow said self-reproachfully: "Am I very silly? The guns behind didn't hit a single enemy"

  "Hey, didn't you hit them pretty accurately earlier? You even took out a few enemies. It's just that you got a bit impatient later on."

  "Really?"

  "Alright, let's go bury those scoundrels' corpses. If it causes a plague, that'd be troublesome."

  The swallow asked in a puzzled tone: "Aren't you going to chase after that little devil anymore?"

  "Fireworks brother shook his head and said: "Now the little devils are retreating at full speed, we can't catch up with them to ambush again. This way there is no good opportunity to make a move. Ah, let the little devils live for a few more days."

  Although Swallow was a bit unhappy in her heart, she still followed Huoyao Ge. She muttered softly and said: "Why do I have to listen to you?"

  The battlefield has been swept clean. After counting the spoils of war, Huo Yao said: "This battle captured three Type 38 rifles, several Han Yang-made rifles, a few hand grenades, dozens of bullets, and killed twelve enemies. Haha... Yanzi, we have won a great victory!"

  The swallow still looked unhappy, as if blaming Huo Yao for letting the little devil go easily.

  "Huo Yao Ge put his arm around Yan Zi's shoulder and said with a smile: 'Yan Zi, don't look so gloomy. From now on, follow me and I'll let you kill those little devils until your hands are numb.'"

  "Who says I'm following you?" The swallow felt a bit awkward hearing this.

  "Alright, alright, don't drag me down. Spare me the trouble."

  The swallow cried out as if it had been greatly wronged: "I knew you thought I was stupid."

  "Hey, I'm telling you, Yanzi, are you still a man? Why so careful, just like a little girl?"

  Swallow's eyes were brimming with tears, and she suddenly pushed Huoyao Ge away. She left behind a sentence "You just know how to bully me, you're not a good person, you're a bad egg." Then she ran towards the direction of the village.

  Huo Yao's brother was confused. After thinking for a long time, Huo Yao came to a conclusion and nodded repeatedly, saying: "Confucius said that only women and small men are difficult to raise. Yanzi is a small man."

  Huoyao Ge couldn't bear to see Yanzi's tears, so he wanted to catch up and comfort her. However, Yanzi ran very fast, and Huoyao Ge chased after her with all his might but still couldn't catch up.

  When Firework Brother returned to the village, it was almost dark. The villagers had rushed back to put out the fire after the little devils retreated, but it was too late. The villagers could only watch as their houses turned into ashes. Firework Brother saw that everywhere were traces of big fires, and the villagers could only cry in front of the collapsed houses.

  Lao Man Shu's body was placed on a wooden board by his neighbors. His relatives and neighbors sat beside the body, waiting sorrowfully according to village rules that a deceased person cannot be buried if their children are not present.

  Huoyao Ge quietly walked to the body of Lao Man Shu, knelt down beside him, and gently wiped away the bloodstains on his face with a wet cloth. He mournfully said: "Uncle, I have avenged you. You can rest in peace now."

  An old man pulled up Huoyao Ge, and several villagers lifted the door panel. The old man said, "Let's go, we'll send off your dry father together."

  Under everyone's help, Old Man Fan was buried in the empty land behind the village. Everyone comforted Huo Yao for a couple of sentences before leaving. Huo Yao quietly knelt in front of the grave, thinking of this old man who had been with him for a short time, his only relative in this era. He remembered the happy and reluctant expression on Old Man Fan's face when he was dying. Unable to hold back tears anymore, they flowed down. Endless self-blame filled his heart "If it weren't for me, Father would not have died." Finally, Huo Yao added a handful of soil to Old Man Fan's grave. Wiping away his tears, Huo Yao said: "Father, your son will live well. I'll kill many little devils to avenge you...... You can rest in peace......"

  Fireworks brother walked into Old Man's yard in a daze. The house had collapsed, and there were bloodstains everywhere in the yard. The grain in the cellar had also been taken away. The clothes Fireworks brother wore when he came to this era had turned to ashes, which was his only memento of the 21st century.

  Move the wooden boards of the cellar to the corner of the wall. Huoyao Ge crouched on the board, burying his head deeply between his legs. Suddenly remembered his old father, was he searching for his missing son all over the world? His eyes were originally not good, and his old mother was worried about her son and often shed tears...... Dad, mom, are you okay now?

  I don't belong to this world, I have nothing in this world. There is only endless pain. Huoyao Ge feels like he's been abandoned as dust in the universe.

  Huoyao Ge remained stupidly in the darkness like this.

  Nor did he know how long it had been like this. Huoyao Ge took the gun beside him, aiming the muzzle at his own forehead. His big toe stretched into the trigger. After thinking for a while, he stuffed the muzzle into his mouth. It seemed that he had seen somewhere before that the bullet would not cause any pain when shot from the mouth into the skull.

  "Perhaps this way, I can return to a world of my own."

  "Dad, Mom, the son seems like you..."

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