"What a fiery woman!"

  Qin Zhiyong slowly opened his eyes to find himself lying in a shell crater, with the corpse of a National Army soldier still pressing down on him. Qin Zhiyong struggled to push the body away and sat up with difficulty, only to discover that he was covered in blood. He frantically felt all over his body before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

  A crisp gunshot came from the direction of the enemy position, Qin Zhiyong crawled out of the shell hole, lay on the ground and looked towards the enemy position...

  Under the moonlight, Feng Lianchang sat on top of the bunker, holding a rifle and firing shot after shot without any target. Blood blurred his eyes, bullets were all used up, but he still kept pulling the trigger.

  Iwai, Kuroda and several Japanese soldiers cautiously approached the National Army position with bayonets at the ready, surrounding Captain Feng.

  Feng Lianchang sat there motionless, his hand still holding the gun and pointing forward towards the front of the formation.

  Iwai approached Feng Lianzhang with a military sword, and Kuroda shouted loudly, stabbing Feng Lianzhang fiercely with his bayonet. Feng Lianzhang's body slowly leaned back, the gun in his hand pointing towards the sky.

  Under the moonlight, Iwai, Kuroda and several Japanese soldiers stood silently around Feng Lianchang's body.

  Iwai: "Let's bury him."

  Several Japanese soldiers came over to move Feng Lianzhang's body.

  Qin Zhiyong lay on the ground, witnessing all of this. Under the moonlight, he saw Hei Tian's face once again.

  More Japanese soldiers appeared on the battlefield, using bayonets to stab wildly at the bodies of National Army soldiers. Several Japanese soldiers walked towards Qin Zhiyong, who slowly crawled back into the shell hole and hid under a corpse.

  Iwai drew his sword: "Target Changsha City, charge!"

  Japanese soldiers rushed towards Changsha, and at this time, the city of Changsha was already shrouded in flames and smoke.

  Xiyuan Temple, Uehara, Nakamura, Maeda and several Japanese soldiers ran while stuffing sushi into their mouths. They stopped at the shell hole where Qin Zhiyong was hiding and gazed out at Changsha, feeling a mix of emotions.

  Uehara: "Is this Changsha?! Is this where Guan Yu fought a great battle against Huang Zhong?!"

  Nakamura was somewhat disappointed: "Yes, but how can there be no city wall at all?!"

  "Ah! Changsha! I, Xiyuan Temple, have arrived!"

  "Come on, let's go! Don't say anything more!"

  Several Japanese soldiers rushed towards Changsha City while discussing.

  At this time, a Japanese soldier stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth and stood at the edge of the shell hole where Qin Zhiyong was hiding. He unbuttoned his pants and urinated into the hole, with the urine flowing down Qin Zhiyong's body and onto his face. Qin Zhiyong suddenly pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him, jumped up, grabbed the Japanese soldier's legs, and dragged him along with his gun into the hole. Then he tightly grasped the Japanese soldier's neck, and since the soldier's mouth was stuffed with sushi, he couldn't cry out for help. The soldier struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, but Qin Zhiyong used all his strength to strangle him, getting tighter and tighter until the soldier stopped struggling. The sushi in his mouth was pushed out by his tongue.

  Qin Zhiyong picked up the Japanese soldier's gun, put on his helmet, and slowly crawled out of the shell crater. He gazed at the rolling thick smoke in Changsha City, secretly worrying about Xiaobai's safety.

  Qin Zhiyong ran along the traffic trench towards the direction of Changsha City...

  Changsha Field Hospital. Dawn.

  The doctor, Xiao Bai, was performing surgery on a wounded soldier, who groaned in pain.

  "Is there still anesthetic?"

  "It's all gone."

  Doctor: "Go quickly and find!"

  Xiao Bai hastily walked out of the ward.

  On the streets outside the hospital, groups of National Army soldiers hastily retreated, while Old Yang ran towards the hospital with a large military pot on his back, sweating profusely.

  Xiao Bai was holding medicine and just about to enter the ward when he saw Old Yang rushing towards him.

  Old Yang: "Sister, come with me quickly!"

  Xiao Bai ignored him and pushed open the door to enter the ward.

  Old Yang grabbed her arm and panted: "The devils have already reached the outskirts of Changsha! If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

  "What about these wounded soldiers?"

  Lao Yang: "Can't take care of so many things anymore, the top has already given orders to immediately transfer in, the wounded soldiers will have someone to take care of."

  Old Yang pulled Xiao Bai and was about to leave, but Xiao Bai broke free: "I want to go with the wounded soldier! If you want to escape, then escape, no one is stopping you!"

  "This isn't escaping, it's advancing in a different direction!"

  "Get out! I must have been blind to have brought you here. Take your broken pot and get back in there quickly!"

  Xiao Bai finished speaking and walked into the ward. Old Yang was so anxious that he stomped his feet, just then a loud roar of an airplane came from the sky, and Old Yang rushed out of the hospital.

  Several Japanese planes bombed the city of Changsha, buildings in the city were burning and collapsing in the big fire. The field hospital was also hit by bombs and caught a big fire.

  The red cross on the hospital gate was burning in the big fire.

  Lao Yang put the pot on his head, squeezed among the civilians and soldiers trying to escape from the city. He turned back and looked around, saw the hospital in the distance was burning fiercely, he wanted to turn back to the hospital, but was pushed back by the crowded crowd.

  Behind them, the dense sound of Type 38 rifles rang out, bullets flying over people's heads, and bursts of screams erupted from the crowd, as people quickened their pace in greater panic.

  Lao Yang had no choice but to run backwards with the crowd, looking back as he ran.

  Japanese troops have swarmed in from the city gate, and the National Army soldiers inside the city are fighting a street battle with the Japanese troops who rushed into the city, relying on broken walls and residual walls.

  Sun's advisor led a team of soldiers and workers through the hail of bullets, rapidly advancing towards the hospital.

  A soldier pointed at a field hospital burning fiercely in the distance: "Director Sun, look!"

  Sun's advisor looked up and couldn't help but feel anxious, ordering the soldiers and workers: "Hurry! Hurry! Follow up! We must rescue the wounded and medical personnel!"

  At this time, Qin Zhiyong hid in the broken walls and aimed at the rushing devils, shooting. At this time, he also saw the big fire of the hospital, he ran towards the direction of the hospital, running through the broken walls...

  The big fire in the hospital is still burning.

  Xiao Bai's face was covered in blood, crawling out of the rubble that had been blown down. The hospital was filled with doctors, nurses and wounded soldiers' corpses. Several wounded soldiers were rolling around on the ground, engulfed in flames.

  Some surviving wounded soldiers and medical personnel ran out, a Japanese soldier with a " Type 96 light machine gun" rushed in and fired at the running wounded soldiers and medical personnel, who all fell down after being shot.

  The little white hiding behind the ruins picked up the axe for splitting wood on the ground, touched the back of the Japanese soldier who was bowing his head to change the magazine of the machine gun, swung the axe and chopped down at the Japanese soldier's neck, the Japanese soldier let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

  At this time, a Japanese soldier's joking shout came from outside: "Mukamura! Are there any female nurses here? Don't kill them all!"

  Xiaobai quickly dragged the Japanese corpse to one side and hid behind the ruins again.

  The Japanese soldier rushed in, still shouting for his comrade: "Kimura, where are you?"

  He suddenly saw the machine gun on the ground, stunned, and Xiao Bai quietly walked to his back, swung an axe again, Japanese soldiers heard the sound, just about to turn around, the axe chopped onto his shoulder, blood gushing out, the devil shouted and threw away the gun, wrestling with Xiao Bai...

  Kuroda and several Japanese soldiers ran past the street in front of the hospital, suddenly seeing two people tumbling out of the hospital, Kuroda and several Japanese soldiers rushed over.

  Xiaobai and the Japanese soldier were rolling around on the ground, wrestling. The injured Japanese soldier was pinned under Xiaobai, who raised her axe to strike but had her wrist grabbed by the soldier.

  Soldiers Nishizono, Uehara, Nakamura, Maeda and some Japanese soldiers rushed over to find soldier Goto Masaharu wrestling with a Chinese woman. Everyone was excited and watched while discussing:

  Xiyuan Temple: "Isn't this Houfu of the Second Squad?"

  "Ah! It's that Higashino guy."

  Nakamura sneered: "Can't even beat a woman?"

  Maeda arrived with enthusiasm: "I bet on that woman to win!"

  Several people burst out laughing together.

  The surrounding Japanese soldiers did not lend a hand, but instead surrounded and cheered, as if they were watching an ongoing match.

  "Come on, Goto! If you lose, will you still have a face to live with?"

  Nakamura: "It feels good to be dominated by a woman, doesn't it?"

  Maeda: "Are you even worthy of being an Imperial soldier, you idiot?"

  Uehara: "If your folks back home found out about this bear-like behavior of yours, they'd be too ashamed to show their faces!"

  Kuroda bent down, hands on his knees, and watched with great interest, shouting in a teasing tone: "Come on, Goto! Can't you even handle a woman who's been delivered to your doorstep?"

  Kuroda's words caused another burst of laughter.

  The Japanese soldier, known as Gotō, was pinned down by Xiao Bai and heard the jeers of his comrades, which made him feel extremely ashamed. He used all his strength to try to wrestle the axe from Xiao Bai's hands, letting out a mournful howl that sounded like crying.

  Nakamura: "Is this guy crying? What a pathetic thing!"

  At this time, Qin Zhiyong was hiding in the ruins near the hospital, watching Xiaobai fighting with the devils, extremely anxious but unable to do anything, so anxious that he pounded his head violently.

  Xiaobai's hand clutched tightly on Houfeng's injured shoulder, and Houfeng let out a pained scream.

  The surrounding Japanese soldiers were getting more and more, all cheering and shouting: "Come on! Come on......"

  Hattori finally collapsed from the wound on his shoulder, his strength gradually failing, and he burst into tears, his hand holding Xiaobai's wrist also slowly loosening. Xiaobai's hand grasping the axe broke free, and with a fierce swing, struck Hattori's head, who let out a blood-curdling scream, kicked his legs a few times, and died.

  The surrounding noise and commotion suddenly stopped, with everyone staring in stunned silence.

  The big fire in the hospital was burning more and more fiercely. In front of the flames, Xiaobai slowly stood up, her face covered in blood, coldly staring at the Japanese soldiers in front of her. The axe in her hand was dripping with blood. The surrounding Japanese soldiers were so intimidated by her aura that no one dared to take a step forward, all looking at Xiaobai with shocked faces.

  Kuroda, who was standing by, also widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the surrounding soldiers with annoyance: "Damn it! Are you all like Goto too?"

  Several Japanese soldiers with bayonets slowly approached Xiaobai, who revealed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and turned to walk step by step towards the sea of fire...

  The Japanese soldiers simultaneously let out an "ah" and Xiao Bai, who had walked into the sea of flames, was instantly engulfed by the huge fire and became a human torch.

  Looking at Xiao Bai's raging flames, several Japanese soldiers couldn't help but whisper in admiration:

  "Wow, what a fiery woman!"

  Xiyuan Temple: "Yes!"

  Maeda: "That Higashino guy really died in a pitiful way!"

  Nakamura: "It's good that this fool is dead."

  The Japanese troops gradually dispersed and continued their deep attack.

  Kuroda walked away while looking back at the burning corpse of Xiao Bai, his face full of confusion and incomprehension.

  Xiaobai's body was still burning in the big fire, the gauze on his left wrist fluttering in the wind, and he still held a bloody axe in his hand. Several blood-stained white wildflowers drifted past the hospital entrance with the wind...

  Sun Zhenmou looked through the binoculars and saw that the hospital had been occupied by the Japanese army. He silently put down the binoculars, knowing he was too late.

  At this time, Kuroda led a team of Japanese soldiers rushing over.

  Sun Zhenmou snatched a Czech light machine gun from a soldier and set it up on some ruins, firing fiercely at the charging Japanese troops. Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were knocked down, and Kuroda hastily lay flat on the ground, directing the remaining Japanese troops to fire forward.

  The Japanese army began firing mortars, and Sun's troops suffered heavy casualties. A shell fragment hit Sun's leg.

  Kuroda saw Sun's advisor with a telescope and shouted to his soldiers: "Take him alive!"

  Qin Zhiyong cowered in the ruins, tears streaming down his face, with the image of Xiaobai changing his dressing and bandaging him flashing before his eyes, and Xiaobai's voice echoing in his ears: "Do you have the devil's head?"

  Qin Zhiyong wiped away the tears on his face, sat up, and gazed deeply at the place where Xiaobai had sacrificed himself. He silently picked up his gun.

  At this time, Zhangsha City was in a state of siege, with Zhuangzi and several self-defense team members, along with the National Army soldiers who were holding out inside the city, fiercely battling the enemy in a house-to-house fight. Several team members were killed one after another, and Zhuangzi had also run out of bullets.

  Qin Zhiyong walked alone among the broken walls and ruins, stopping from time to time to aim at and shoot the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the same broken walls and ruins.

  Japanese troops continued to push deep into the city, exchanging fire with National Army soldiers hiding behind broken walls and rubble.

  A Japanese army machine gunner crouched on the ground firing a Type 96 light machine gun in short bursts, several National Army soldiers fell to the ground after being hit.

  Qin Zhiyong hid in the dark corner of the ruins, aiming his gun at the Japanese machine gunner. He muttered softly to himself: "...three points one line, Commander Feng and Little White Sister, protect me..."

  The Japanese machine gunner stood up and was about to charge forward when Qin Zhiyong pulled the trigger, and the Japanese machine gunner fell to the ground with a bullet wound. The "crooked handle" in his hand flew to the side of the nearby ruins, where Qin Zhiyong looked at it with surprise and delight. He then stood up and peered around both sides of the street, but when he turned back to look at the "crooked handle" again, he saw a hand stretching out from the nearby ruins, quickly snatching away the gun.

  A Japanese soldier also saw the hand that took away "Wai Baizi", and he crouched down towards the ruins.

  Qin Zhiyong was both angry and perplexed in his heart, he carefully moved quietly towards the nearby ruins.

  In the nearby ruins, Zhang was delightedly admiring the "crooked handle" in his hand.

  Suddenly, the Japanese soldier appeared before him, holding a bayonet and stabbing at him. Zhang was sitting on the ground and had no time to dodge.

  At a critical moment, Qin Zhongyu shot and killed a Japanese soldier with one bullet.

  Qin Zhiyong walked up to Shangzi, who was still in a daze, and snatched the "crooked handle" from him. He scolded Shangzi: "Where did you come from, old hundred? What are you doing picking up foreign objects here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

  The stick child was still in a state of shock, and when he came to his senses, he saw that the person standing in front of him was a National Army soldier. He let out a sigh of relief, but immediately stood up, glaring: "Who's the ordinary citizen? I'm from the Anti-Japanese Self-Defense Corps, this gun is something I picked up, what right do you have to take it away? Give it back to me!"

  The little thief took another step forward and thought of snatching back the "crooked handle".

  Qin Zhiyong sneered: "If I don't knock down that devil's machine gunner, can you pick it up?"

  He glanced at the corpse of the Japanese machine gunner lying on the street and still said harshly, "Who can prove that you killed him?"

  Shuai Zi rushed forward and grabbed the machine gun from Qin Zhiyong's hand, and the two men wrestled together.

  At this time, a horseshoe sound came from the street, and the two of them hastily let go of each other and hid on the ground.

  A horse came running from the front, with Kuroda riding on it, and a wounded National Army officer was tied up with ropes and dragged behind the horse.

  Qin Zhiyong recognized Hei Tian and cursed: "This dog bastard!"

  Qin Zhiyong hastily slung his rifle over his shoulder and, holding "Crooked Handle", chased after the fleeing horse with Stack following behind.

  Qin Zhiyong ran back and forth among the broken walls, sometimes stopping to identify the direction of the hoofbeats, looking for the safest route, with Xiaozi following closely behind.

  Kuroda's horse stopped in front of the gate of a courtyard that was temporarily serving as a Japanese military stable. A squad of Japanese soldiers were lined up on the street in front of the gate, preparing to depart.

  Kuroda's horse suddenly raised its neck and let out a loud whinny.

  Japanese soldiers were whispering among themselves:

  "Look, the captain's horse is really spirited!"

  "What a divine horse!"

  "Yes, looking at it like that, we must have won."

  Kuroda jumped off the horse, patted the horse's neck warmly, then untied the rope binding the National Army officer. The officer got up, took two steps, and fell to the ground again.

  Kuroda handed the reins of his horse to a Japanese groom who came up, very excited: "Feed the captain's horse well! Clean and tidy! Prepare for the entry ceremony! Today we must occupy the whole city of Changsha! Haha!"

  Ma Fu bowed and took over the reins: "Yes!"

  In the ruins opposite the stable, Qin Zhiyong put "Wai Ba Zi" aside and aimed his Type 38 rifle at Hei Tian, with Shuangzi crouching beside him.

  The national army officer struggled to sit up, covered in blood, his uniform tattered and worn out, but still unyielding. He heard Kuroda's words and couldn't help but burst into laughter several times.

  Qin Zhiyong, who was taking aim, saw the National Army officer and was startled.