Chapter 6: Blood Debt (Part 1)

  Looking at several children with scarlet eyes, Qin Wei knew what he had to do. The Chenjia Slope massacre gave Qin Wei a spiritual cleansing from head to toe, making this somewhat arrogant modern boy understand what kind of era this was.

  The enemy he faced was what kind of opponent, as long as Qin Wei closed his eyes, he could see the dead fellow villagers of Chenjia Slope constantly appearing in front of him.

  Qin Wei now clearly knows what he needs to do in this era, not like before when he thought of going to the rear to wait for the end of the war and using his knowledge to help the country fight against Japan. Now Qin Wei only has one thing to do, that is to wipe out all the little devils within his sight.

  This was clear as soon as Qin Wei saw the bodies of Da Bao and Xiao Nizi, even if he died in battle.

  Chen Daguang's mother was stabbed to death in bed, and the 14-year-old Er Ya was raped, then had her breasts cut off, and her lower body was also slashed with a knife, bleeding to death. The 10-year-old Xiao Shitou had his skull smashed by a rifle butt while resisting, and before he died, his eyes were gouged out.

  Chen Daming and his family of six were tied to a stake and became live targets for the devils, stabbed to death with bayonets.

  Qian Fengwu's family of seven was doused with gasoline and burned to death by the little devils, his uncle, the old village chief, and his family were shot to death.

  Chen Dayong and his family, including Chen Dayong's sister-in-law who had returned to visit relatives, nephew and niece were all stabbed to death by the little devils.

  Chen Anping's parents and two sisters also died at the hands of Japanese soldiers.

  The worst was Chen Youde's family of 11, all dead, a sister was beheaded and the rest were killed by Japanese bayonets.

  Looking at the little ones sitting in front of the huge tomb, crying, Qin Wei stood up from the ground and shouted loudly: "Crying can't solve the problem, can you cry back to life those who have died? If we could cry them back to life, I would cry with you. What we need to do now is how to avenge the dead and let those violent little devils get the punishment they deserve."

  After finishing speaking, Qin Wei didn't wait for others to say anything and turned around, 'thud' sound, knelt down in front of the big tomb, and said loudly: "The souls of our fellow villagers are not far away, bless us to avenge everyone's grievances. I, Qin Wei, swear to heaven that if I don't avenge today's grievances for my fellow villagers, I will never be human again. If I break this oath, may thunder strike me and I will be reincarnated as an animal forever."

  As he spoke, 'thud, thud, thud', he knocked his head three times, and after knocking his head, his forehead was already bleeding.

  "Daughters, Er Ya, Xiao Shi Tou, you walk slowly and watch as Da Gui takes revenge for you. Even if it means sacrificing my own life, I will make sure to bring justice back to you."

  Behind Qin Wei was Yang Da-kui, who had already become bloodshot and whose relatives had all died, leaving this eighteen-year-old young man consumed by hatred to the point of near madness.

  The other young men knelt in front of the tomb, weeping and swearing to avenge their loved ones.

  After finishing, several young men suddenly stood up from the ground, grabbed their weapons placed not far away, and led by Yang Da-kui to chase after the devils.

  Watching the actions of several people, Qin Wei hastily spoke out to stop them: "What are you doing? With just a few people and a few guns, do you think you can avenge your fellow villagers? Do you think each of you is Wu Song or Qin Qiong?"

  Yang Da-kui glared at Qin Wei with his bloodshot eyes and asked, "So what do you suggest we do, Brother Qin? We only have these few guns left now. At worst, we'll just die together with the little devils. Anyway, we've lost everything - our mothers, sisters, brothers... What are we afraid of?" His words were filled with a murderous aura, and coupled with his bloodshot eyes, they would be enough to scare most people half to death.

  Qin Wei looked at several people coldly and said: "You don't believe me."

  Several young men were taken aback, but they all nodded.

  "Trust me, follow me. I'll take you to get some weapons and then we'll go for revenge. This group of little devils must have gotten lost and accidentally entered Chenjiapo. I believe they're still wandering in the mountains now. We don't need to rush. Only when we're well-armed can we avenge our fellow villagers." As he spoke, his cold eyes scanned several people.

  Yang Da-kui looked at Qin Wei, the two of them locked eyes for a moment, then Yang Da-kui gritted his teeth and said: "Alright, Big Brother Qin, I thank you on behalf of our deceased fellow villagers. As long as you can help us avenge our fellow villagers, I'll serve you like an ox or a horse for the rest of my life to repay you."

  "Nonsense, stop talking nonsense here. The villagers are my lifesavers. If it weren't for Old Village Chief and Da Kang's family, I would have been devoured by wolves. And now you dare to shout at me? Your enemies are mine too. Follow me now, I'll take you to get weapons. With just these few things in your hands, wanting to defeat the little devils is a pipe dream." Qin Wei shouted loudly.

  Several people's eyes were focused on Chen Da-kui, and between them, Chen Da-kui nodded heavily.

  "Alright, let's listen to Big Brother Qin, we'll go with you to get the weapons."

  "Alright brother, pack up your things, let's go."

  A few people returned to the village, packed up their clothes and some food, and looked back at this place where they were born and raised with tears in their eyes.

  "Brothers, I know everyone's heart is not feeling well, but we are all men, we are all Chenjiapo men. We can't let others kill us off without even farting, that's not the character of Chenjiapo people. Do you remember 10 years ago? A group of bandits came to our village and over 60 strong men from our village fought fiercely against over 30 bandits. From then on, no bandits dared to stretch their claws towards Chenjiapo again. Why was that? It's because we lost over 30 lives, but the bandits only escaped with three. It's because we Chenjiapo people dare to fight to the death, and we're not afraid of dying. What we fear is that after we die and go to the underworld, our fellow villagers will ask us how many little devils we killed for revenge. If we say we didn't kill any, then that would be shameful. So brothers, now that we are already dead men, the only reason we can still breathe is to kill devils for our fellow villagers' revenge. Do you understand?"

  Yang Da-kui's words filled everyone's heart with hatred, Chen Da-ming gritted his teeth and said: "Right, Big Brother Da-kui is right, now we are just dying men gasping for air, our only thought in living is to avenge ourselves, avenge, avenge."

  "Revenge."

  "Revenge."

  "Revenge"

  Several young men were shouting there, while Qin Wei watched all this, the persistence in his heart became clearer and clearer. He said to himself in his heart:

  "I'm just an ordinary person, a small figure, I appear in this era, not expecting to change the course of history. What I can do is to eliminate all the little devils within my sight, this is my responsibility and duty in this era."

  A lone traveler's foot speed was still quite fast, and in less than two hours he arrived at the place where Qin Wei had hidden weapons to avoid Japanese bombing during his previous trip.

  After digging open the soil layer with an iron shovel, several weapon boxes and ammunition boxes as well as a travel trunk wrapped in oilcloth appeared before several people. After prying open the weapon boxes and ammunition boxes with bayonets, the eyes of several young men widened at that moment.

  Several crates of weapons were loaded with 20 Jins-made "Type 65" rifles and 10 German-made MP-18 submachine guns, as well as 10 mirror boxes, two ZB-26 light machine guns. Although the kids didn't recognize the ZB-26, its powerful shape still made everyone fall in love with it at first sight.

  And the trunk wrapped in oilcloth was slowly opened by Qin Wei, inside which were his own modified M1903 sniper rifle and two M1911 pistols.

  Gently stroking the Springfield sniper rifle with his hand, Qin Wei said in a voice that only he could hear, "Old buddy, we can fight together again."

  As a former world-class shooter and still a gun enthusiast in this life, Qin Wei knew that this was absolutely the best gift heaven had given him.

  However, this time the battle should not use this gun, picked up two M1911s, removed the magazine after taking out the bullets in the box, pressed into the magazine, and then pushed the fully loaded magazine back into the gun. When the two guns were fully loaded, Qin Wei cast his gaze at the few little guys behind him who were staring blankly at the weapon box and bullet box.

  "What are you guys staring at? Hurry up and gather your weapons, one person one submachine gun, four magazines fully loaded with bullets. Each person a mirror box, four magazines fully loaded with bullets. This time we must show those little devils something." Qin Wei yelled at the several dazed kids.

  After hearing Qin Wei's roar, several people suddenly came back to their senses and started bustling around.

  After a flurry of activity, everyone gathered their weapons, one person with an MP-18 and another with a 20-round mirror case, they were armed to the teeth.

  But Qin Wei looked at the few people and still felt that something was missing. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized it, opened several ammunition boxes under the weapon box, and each person got four hand grenades again.

  Several guys looked at the hand grenade, not knowing how to use it. Qin Wei had to take out a few more to explain to everyone. After one person threw a hand grenade, everyone liked this kind of thing that explodes into pieces.

  After watching a few people finish collecting, Qin Wei again collected all the remaining weapons and packed them away. He immediately returned to Chenjia Slope. Although that place was filled with sorrow for these people, if they couldn't have a warm place to rest in winter, they really wouldn't be able to hold on. If they didn't rest well, how could they avenge?

  Less than 20 kilometers away from Chenjia Slope, a small Japanese army squad was camping and resting, with several Japanese cooks preparing meals.

  And their platoon leader, Hara Koji, was staring at the map in dismay, because he knew his troops were lost. And yesterday this group of soldiers, who had been wandering around the mountains of southeastern Shanxi for half a month, discovered a Chinese village and slaughtered everyone there, releasing their pent-up emotions but also losing their guide and becoming lost in the winter mountains of southeastern Shanxi.