Chapter Eight Not Leaving

  The winter night of Taihang Mountain is like a young girl with her face covered by a black veil, making it impossible to see her appearance. Especially today is an overcast day, which further affects human vision.

  Superior Private Tadao Koyama was crouched in a hole in the ground next to a large tree, occasionally glancing outside as he performed his duty as a sentry.

  Horita was from Kanagawa Prefecture, and before enlisting he was an ordinary electrician in a factory. After the outbreak of the Second Sino-Japanese War, Horita was conscripted into the army and came to China.

  He arrived in Shanxi, China and his first battle was the Battle of Xinkou between Chinese and Japanese forces. After several clashes with the Chinese government army, he now doesn't take those Chinese soldiers seriously at all. It wasn't them who were like chasing rabbits, beating those guys, although there were some brave soldiers who fought to the death, but their tactical skills were really too poor, simply serving as targets for the Imperial Japanese Army.

  After taking Taiyuan, he followed the 40th Army to attack southeast of Shanxi. Along the way, it was like a picnic, and the Chinese army fled at the sight of them.

  Moreover, beautiful flower girls can always be found in Chinese villages, which is the worst thing, especially in that big mountain village a few days ago, where I had a great time.

  It's really too much, that little girl who was only about 14 or 15 years old was played with by those guys in her class and then had ** cut off, bleeding to death alive. Looking at the little girl's eyes when she died, although it made people feel a bit chilly, but the miserable cry before death was like the most wonderful music echoing in Tiantian's ears.

  He tightened his greatcoat, and Lieutenant Tada looked out once more at the dark night outside the pit. There was no movement of any kind. He muttered to himself: What's Lieutenant Ono doing? One sentry would have been enough; did he have to go and post two? And who in this deserted area would dare attack the Imperial Japanese Army now, when they were sleeping by the fire?

  But he didn't dare say these words out loud, if Sergeant and Squad Leader found out, he would definitely get a good beating, he thought it was not worth looking for such trouble.

  Wiping away the nasal mucus blown out by the cold wind, Tu Tian was calculating when he could hand over his shift and have a good sleep, when two black shadows slowly crept up from behind him.

  Two black shadows silently approached the paddy field, just like two black leopards slowly closing in on their prey. Just as they were less than 3 meters away, the two black shadows suddenly darted out.

  Before Inada could react, one person jumped up and tightly hugged his legs, another person directly hugged his neck, then a shiny knife appeared in the person's hand, constantly stabbing at Inada's chest.

  In less than a moment, the struggling Tiantian slowly lost his strength, and his eyes, like those of a dead fish, stared blankly ahead. Fresh blood slowly flowed out and was gradually absorbed by the earth beneath him.

  Two black shadows gazed at the dead Tadokoro, let out a soft sigh of relief, and slowly stretched their heads to look at the Japanese sentinel standing under a tree dozing off.

  Just as the two were whispering to each other about why they hadn't made a move yet, a black shadow slowly emerged from the darkness in front of the sentry. A dagger smeared with black ash was held steadily in the shadow's hand. The shadow stretched out its hand and suddenly covered the sentry's mouth, then the dagger swiftly slashed across the sentry's neck. The sentry suddenly woke up with a start, but he had no way to make a sound anymore, and could only helplessly make "hng, hng, hng" noises while struggling on the ground.

  In a short while, this sentinel became motionless.

  Seeing this situation, the two black shadows in the pit looked at each other and smiled, then slowly crawled out of the pit, crawling towards the Japanese military camp not far away.

  Not far away, several figures also emerged and were crawling forward little by little.

  In an instant, several people climbed to the edge of the Japanese army's campsite, slowly took out the hand grenades on their bodies, and quietly twisted open the rear cover.

  Suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Throw hand grenades."

  After a loud roar like thunder, several hand grenades emitting white smoke were thrown into the Japanese military camp.

  The Japanese army also woke up with a loud shout, and quickly picked up their guns and lay down on the ground. Some of them who hadn't woken up yet stood up dazedly, looking around in confusion.

  Boom, boom, boom, the grenades exploded continuously, and with each explosion of the grenade, the miserable cries of the little devils could be heard. The shockwave and shrapnel from the grenade explosions rampaged through the Japanese military camp, quickly reaping the lives of the little devils.

  Qin Wei and his men threw out all the grenades in less than half a minute, twenty-eight grenades caused great destruction in an extremely short period of time. A small team of over fifty people, there would be no more than 20 Japanese soldiers who were not injured.

  Just as the Japanese thought the deadly grenade storm was over, several dark shadows darted out from around their camp, and in that moment these few shadows seemed to transform into demons from hell.

  Qin Wei watched as the smoke from the hand grenade had not yet dispersed, and he rushed out, his submachine gun "tut-tut-tut" spitting out flames, constantly tearing at those little devils who were still wailing on the ground. In an instant, those fallen and injured little devils were dead. The machine gun's mechanism tightened, Qin Wei knew there was no more ammunition, immediately pulled out the magazine and flipped it over to install another one. Within just 2 seconds, Qin Wei's submachine gun began roaring again. As long as there was a moving shadow, it would be Qin Wei's first target. Under the reflection of the flames from the submachine gun, Qin Wei's expression appeared particularly ferocious.

  Several others also shouted loudly, holding their submachine guns and charging into the Japanese army camp. The MP-18's rate of fire was extremely fast, and the bullets in the four magazines in several people's hands were emptied in less than half a minute. Several people threw their submachine guns to the ground and pulled out 20-round drum magazines from their waists. In pairs, they alternately covered each other while searching for Japanese soldiers who still had breath left.

  Qin Wei held two M1911s and searched the camp for any remaining Japanese soldiers who were still breathing. If someone had seen the Japanese camp at this time, they would have sucked in a breath of cold air.

  Good fellow, a small team of Japanese troops, basically all lying here, nearly 30 hand grenades baptism, plus four-wheel submachine gun sweep, can breathe basically already none, this is just over one minute or so time, such vitality density is let these little devils good to enjoy a round.

  Qin Wei was also very satisfied with this effect, and he did not expect that this attack would be so smooth. The high-density grenade attack, combined with the 7 submachine guns, didn't even use up four clips of ammunition, and immediately afterwards, there were still 20 mirror-faced boxes providing close-quarters firepower support.

  A group of arrogant little devils thought they were invincible and ended up like this.

  However, Qin Wei was not careless at all and shouted in a low voice: "Everyone be careful, the wounded little devils may shoot sneakily, let's give these beasts a shot each, we don't want to take prisoners."

  "Understood, Qin Ge. You've said all these things before we went to battle, what are we going to do next?" Yang Da Kui's eyes were red as he shot the Japanese soldiers one by one on the ground.

  Several little devils were knocked unconscious by hand grenades and went to heaven in a daze, Qin Wei and Yang Da-kui didn't give their opponents any chance.

  Qin Wei's M1911 was extremely powerful, but it had a slightly smaller magazine capacity, holding only seven rounds of ammunition. However, this did not affect its ability to provide additional firepower against the devils.

  Just as Qin Wei walked in front of a Japanese army sergeant, the sergeant suddenly opened his eyes and let out a loud roar, jumping up from the ground with a Japanese sword in hand, pouncing on Qin Wei like an evil spirit.

  This guy is Shoji Ono, an old soldier who, at the sound of the first hand grenade explosion, fell to the ground and silently watched the changing battle.

  What surprised Shoji Naoji was that he thought this time they were attacked by at least a company of regular Chinese troops, and possibly even equipped with mortars, before daring to attack a small Japanese squad, and he also didn't hear the alarm whistle, so he knew they might have encountered the enemy's elite.

  But what Shinozuka didn't expect was that the attackers were only six or seven people, which shocked him greatly. Not long ago, the Japanese army's Itagaki Corps had defeated tens of thousands of Chinese government troops with just half their strength, making this extremely arrogant sergeant feel very uncomfortable. When he discovered that his opponents were using fully automatic weapons, Shinozuka knew his squad was doomed.

  Although he didn't want to die, he still wanted to enjoy more Chinese women. However, this group of Chinese people would definitely not let him live on. Rather than pretending to be dead on the ground, it's better to gamble and see if he could gamble out a way to survive.

  So he chose Qin Wei, the guy holding two M1911s in his hands. In his opinion, this person should be the leader of these people. After all, such a pistol can only be worn by a battalion commander or above.

  Even if he died, it would be great to have such a guy buried with him. So he silently counted the gunshots that were different from the sound of the box cannon, two guns and 14 bullets.

  Shono Shinji silently counted, just when he remembered the fourteenth gunshot, he suddenly opened his eyes and pounced on Qin Wei. Shono Shinji shouted loudly in Japanese that Qin Wei couldn't understand while holding a Japanese sword and rushing over.

  Seeing the little devil rushing towards him, Qin Wei smiled coldly with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and the M1911 in his hand fell to the ground. Seeing this, Shōji stretched out his joy, thinking that his opponent was ready to engage in close combat with him, not knowing that his swordsmanship was extremely famous throughout the entire league.

  With less than 3 meters to go before closing in on his opponent, Shinji Ono thought he could pull off a backhand when Qin Wei's 'Big Power' suddenly appeared in his hand.

  Under the gaze of Shino's face turning blue and purple, Qin Wei's 'Big Power' suddenly rose up, and then continuously fired 9mm bullets, 'Bang, bang, bang', the sound of gunfire shattered all of Shino's dreams.

  When the gunfire subsided, Shoji Ono was already riddled with bullet holes and lay on the ground like a broken sack, his eyes vacant. He never understood until his death why this Chinese man still had a gun on him, why, why.

  Shono Niji fell to the ground with such doubts, leaving his ugly life on this vast land and becoming its fertilizer.

  "Hey, Qin Ge, that's amazing! Where did you hide this gun?" Chen Youde, who was closest to Qin Wei, walked up to Xiao Ye Shen Er and kicked him lightly with his foot, grinning at Qin Wei.

  "Hehe, if I tell you, it won't be fun anymore. Everyone be careful, these little devils are all bastards, no need to leave any alive." As he spoke, his hand flashed and the 'Big Power' disappeared into Qin Wei's hands again.

  Several people responded at the same time.

  Just as they were talking, Chen Daogui kicked over a Japanese corpse and was about to shoot the one below when the little devil below rolled on the ground and stood up, saying in stiff Chinese: "I surrender, I request prisoner of war treatment." He raised his hands high.

  Looking over, there was actually a lively little devil, several little devils were greatly delighted in their hearts, and they hurriedly picked up their guns and rushed over.

  Chen Daming looked at the little devil and gritted his teeth, saying: "Dakuige, this kid is mine, I want to avenge my old mother." "You want revenge, I also want revenge, why should I give it to you?" Yang Dakui glared and said.

  "Big Brother Kuai, I used to give in to you on everything, but this matter today cannot be given in." At this time, Yang Daming's eyes had already turned blood red.

  "No way, whoever competes with me today, I'll turn against them, and no one will be spared." Yang Da-kui glared at Yang Da-ming with his bloodshot eyes, not backing down in the slightest.

  The little devil listening to Yang Daogui and Yang Daming's conversation trembled with fear, saying: "I demand prisoner of war treatment, I have surrendered, you can't kill prisoners of war, that violates international law."

  "You also know international law." Listening to this little devil talking about international law, Qin Wei's anger in his heart surged even more. He didn't care about others and stepped forward, kicking the little devil in the chest, knocking him to the ground and furiously scolding: "I've never heard of any provision in international law that allows for the slaughter of civilians. Explain it to me, do the things you did at Chenjia Slope conform to international law?"

  "That's not an order I gave, that's not a mistake I made." This young man was the squad leader Hara Kōji, who had now turned pale with fear.

  After listening to Genji's words, Qin Wei was stunned and then took a closer look, and indeed it was the little devil's officer. At this time, his heart was already filled with rage. Qin Wei didn't want to listen to what this devilish officer had to say anymore, and shouted loudly: "Go down to hell and confess your sins to the fellow villagers of Chenjia Slope!"

  As he spoke, Yuan Shanyou pulled the trigger of the M1911, which had been reloaded with a new magazine. The .45 caliber bullets, propelled by gunpowder, directly penetrated Yuan Shanyou's body. A total of fourteen bullets sent Yuan Shanyou back to his hometown, leaving him lying on the ground with a body full of bullet holes.

  While Chen Da-kui and Chen Da-ming, who were arguing on the side, could only stare blankly as Qin Wei snatched away their prey. Looking at the two men with wide eyes, Qin Wei frowned impatiently and said: "Next time we encounter such a situation, just shoot directly and don't waste so much nonsense."

  After finishing speaking, he changed two clips again and went to give other little devils a supplement.

  Only Chen Daogui and Chen Daming were left with a look of unwillingness on their faces.

  When all the little devils had died and couldn't die anymore, Qin Wei let everyone start cleaning up the battlefield.

  Guns, ammunition, food and all kinds of supplies filled a large cart, which was also seized by the little devils to transport goods. The task of driving the cart did not deter these young men at all, as they were all skilled workers at home, especially Chen Anping's father, who was a well-known car owner far and near. When all the supplies were collected and returned to Chenjia Slope, it was already a day later.

  When several people knelt in a row in front of the big tomb of Chenjiapo village, everyone couldn't help but burst into tears.

  "Mother, son has avenged you."

  "Dad, mom, sister, brothers, I've avenged you."

  Almost all of them said the same thing, almost all of them cried their hearts out, several big guys cried like they were made of tears, one by one collapsing to the ground.

  Only Qin Wei was still there, kneeling stupidly, Qin Wei didn't say a word and just knelt there, silently recalling the help and care given to him by the villagers of Chenjia Slope in less than a month.

  The old village had an endless supply of eggs, and Erniang's family's grandson would often go to the creek to smash ice holes to catch crucian carp for soup. Yang Dajie took care of him meticulously every day, and Da Bao's innocent and playful nature made even the clever little girl laugh out loud whenever she saw him. But all of this was destroyed by a group of brutal soldiers' bayonets.

  The villagers of Chenjiapo village kept flashing before Qin Wei's eyes, those familiar and dear faces kept appearing. At this time, Qin Wei's eyes were already filled with tears. Just then, Qin Wei shouted loudly with all his might: "Fellow countrymen, I have avenged you, but I know that as long as the little devils do not get out of China, the Chinese people will not be able to live in peace. In the future, there may be more villages and people suffering. Today, I swear here, from now on, as long as I still have a breath left, I will fight the little devils to the death, until one of us dies. Heaven is witness today, and the green mountain is proof."

  As he spoke, Qin Wei drew out his dagger and cut a wound on his own hand. Instantly, blood flowed out, dripping onto the ground with a pattering sound.

  "I would rather die in battle than be a slave of a conquered country."

  This roar from the chest pierced through the clouds and spread piece by piece throughout the sky.

  The several young men on the side, watching Qin Wei do everything, also had tears in their eyes, took out their own daggers, cut a deep wound on their own hands, and then shouted loudly:

  "I would rather die in battle than be a slave of a conquered country."

  "I would rather die in battle than be a slave of a conquered country."

  "I would rather die in battle than be a slave of a conquered country."

  This loud and clear cry echoed throughout the sky, it was a nation's cry with blood and tears. Such a cry is the backbone of a nation, and it is this backbone that has allowed Chinese civilization to be passed down for 5,000 years.

  When the winter afternoon sun shines on a few people's bodies, it looks so captivating.