Chapter Eleven: 'Blade' Takes Shape

  Ma Hong hastily called the officers and soldiers together, told them Qin Wei's plan, but looking at several people looking at the map, Ma Hong really couldn't bear it.

  The next day, several small team leaders were directly pulled to Jiangjunling, where they carefully studied the surrounding terrain and observed a passing Japanese army convoy.

  Although several people's level of reading maps was very poor, their actual combat experience was quite rich. Only Chen Anping listened to Qin Wei's suggestion and held a small notebook while listening to the old soldiers making battlefield arrangements, although this kid didn't know many words yet.

  Qin Wei was also watching these people making firepower arrangements on the battlefield, which is not something that can be learned from the internet in later generations. Looking at several young men busy and happy, Qin Wei lay down somewhere with his legs raised, chewing on licorice root and enjoying the rare leisure time recently.

  After Ma Hong and several others had studied the firepower deployment, Qin Wei had already fallen asleep beautifully. He looked at Ma Hong and several others on one side with a face full of resentment.

  Looking at several people with a deep and resentful expression, Qin Wei smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Is it that the capable ones work harder? Or is it that the capable ones get older?"

  Several of them exchanged a bitter smile, looking at their captain who really didn't know what to say.

  Finally, Ma Hong remembered what had just happened and stepped forward to say to Qin Wei: "Captain, I discussed with everyone earlier and deployed the troops and artillery configuration. The two most important points are the head and tail of the convoy. The head car will be handled by Leif, this kid's hand grenade skills are unparalleled, and the problem of the tail car is handed over to our great captain."

  "No need to say, no need to say, I still have a few armor-piercing incendiary rounds left, and collecting the little devil's car is absolutely no problem." Qin Wei hastily replied with caution, his expression absolutely brilliant.

  Looking at their captain like this, several people couldn't help but cover their own eyes. It's really unbelievable that their captain had such a side to him.

  But looking at their captain like this, everyone exchanged a glance and then smiled at each other. Isn't such a captain much better than those guys who talk big but don't do anything?

  After returning to the secret base, everyone began to study the entire battle plan again.

  After everyone left, Qin Wei called Ma Hong back and looked at Ma Hong's puzzled expression. Qin Wei said seriously: "Old Ma, we will set out tomorrow, but our team still doesn't have a name. I plan to hold a founding ceremony for the troops tomorrow morning." As he spoke, he took out a red flag from under the table and spread it on the table.

  Ma Hong looked at the two big black characters embroidered on this huge red flag, Ma Hong looked at these two words and suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, then said with a slightly excited expression: "Captain, what is this?"

  "This is what I had someone embroider for me a few days ago." Qin Wei said softly as he gently stroked the red flag with his hand.

  "Hehe, it seems the captain had plans all along." Ma Hong smiled slightly.

  "It's okay, fighting the devils at least has a name to it. I don't want my brothers to die on the battlefield without even having a place to collect their bodies." Qin Wei said with a somewhat heavy tone.

  Ma Hong also nodded slightly solemnly, looking at Ma Hong's appearance, Qin Wei knew that this kid thought of his dead brothers.

  "Then let's hold a small ceremony tomorrow, at least give everyone something to think about." Qin Wei said.

  After finishing speaking, the two stood facing each other, looking at the red flag on the table. In their hearts, they knew that in the future, countless people would engage in a desperate battle with the Japanese devils under the call of this war banner.

  When the first ray of sunlight on Taixing Mountain began to shine on the "One Line Sky" in the valley, Qin Wei stood on a wooden platform looking at the neatly arranged soldiers below. The young faces shone with an inexplicable light, perhaps they lived in the worst era, their motherland was suffering from unprecedented devastation, it was on the shoulders of these young people that their motherland was carried, although it was unknown whether they could survive to see the day of victory, but at least they had fought for their motherland.

  Qin Wei looked at these young faces, and what surged in his heart was not excitement, but a taste that could not be described. If it were in peacetime, these young people might still be studying in school, working in factories, or enjoying life. But now they were about to march onto the battlefield, a place filled with blood and fire, life and death.

  It is unknown how many of these people will still be alive when the war ends.

  Qin Wei took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Brothers, actually I don't want to say much to you. At many times, I'm also very afraid. Maybe you've heard a lot about me, saying how great my marksmanship is, how I single-handedly wiped out the Yuanshan squad, making me sound like Sun Wukong, but unfortunately, I don't look much like a monkey."

  A burst of gentle laughter from the crowd.

  "To be honest, when I killed the first devil, I was extremely scared. Even after I finished killing him, my hands were still shaking non-stop. My heart rate at that time was at least over 140, and I was so tense. After all, it was my first time killing someone, and I was terrified. But after I killed my first devil, I suddenly understood a truth - why I had to kill people. It's because the devils forced me to. If those little Japanese had just stayed in their own country and not come to our country to kill and set fires, they wouldn't have died. If they came to China as tourists, we would welcome them with fine wine and delicious food. But what they brought to China was slaughter, death, and disaster. Can you say that's something we can agree to?" At this point, Qin Wei had already begun to roar in anger.

  "No." The warriors below responded with the same shout.

  "I don't want to talk about grand theories, because those have been talked about many times by big shots. I'm just a small captain, and my eloquence isn't great either. Maybe your county magistrate or township head can speak better than me, but today I only want to ask everyone one question: Are you men? Do you have testicles under your crotch? Are you standing urinating grandpas?" Qin Wei continued to loudly bellow.

  "Yes." The voice of the answer echoed across the sky.

  "That's good, it's your family's words, when you see someone in your home, robbing your wealth, raping your mothers and sisters, enslaving your fathers and brothers, what will you do?" Qin Wei's roar had already spread to everyone's ears.

  "Fight it out with them." At this time, everyone's blood had been stirred up by Qin Wei's words.

  "Right, we're going to fight them to the end. Ma Hong, come here." With Qin Wei's roar, Ma Hong jogged up onto the wooden stage.

  "Reporting to Captain, Ma Hong is here to report." Ma Hong replied in his loudest voice and then gave a heavy salute.

  Qin Wei came to himself, picked up a flag on the wooden table and said loudly: "Today, I will give our team a loud name. Ma Hong took the flag and let everyone see."

  After finishing speaking, he solemnly handed the red flag over to Ma Hong's hands.

  Ma Hong, who had taken over the red flag, unfolded it with a flourish in the wind, and on the flag appeared two large black characters shining brightly.

  "Sharp blade."

  All literate people read out the two words lightly, and those illiterate warriors also listened to their comrades' voices and remembered them firmly in their hearts.

  "Brothers, many of you are familiar with these two words. What I want to say is that truly interpreting the meaning of these two words requires extraordinary courage, and it may even require sacrificing your lives to interpret their significance. I don't want to say more. If you're afraid of death, please take a step forward and put down your weapons, and you can leave. I won't have any complaints, because everyone has the right to choose their own life. Now, whoever wants to leave, please take a step forward." Qin Wei's words were extremely straightforward, but it was precisely this straightforwardness that deeply moved the hearts of many ordinary men who couldn't be called soldiers. In the hearts of these men, who didn't even recognize big characters, there was a more simple and firm persistence - they couldn't bring shame to their ancestors, and after death, they couldn't even enter their ancestral graves. They had to be like Yue Fei or Wen Tianxiang, and absolutely not like Qin Hui.

  Time passed minute by minute, and not a single person in the entire queue took a step forward. At this moment, Qin Wei was deeply moved, looking at those simple faces, Qin Wei's tears accumulated in his eyes.

  "Alright, brothers, we're all men. Since everyone has chosen to stay, then everyone must be prepared for the worst. No one wants to die, and everyone wants to keep living. But if it really comes down to a situation where I have to sacrifice my life for the country, I, Qin Wei, will be the first to stand up and die, because I love my country."

  Everyone was silent, listening to their captain's words. They all saw beneath that young face a resolute and unyielding soul, where a silent roar lay hidden.

  "Finally, remember the motto of our troops: wherever the blade points, it will conquer." Qin Wei shouted on the wooden platform, stretching out his right hand and waving it vigorously.

  "Wherever the blade points, all will be swept away."

  "Wherever the blade points, all will be swept away."

  "Wherever the blade points, all will be swept away."

  In the midst of this thunderous roar that shakes the heavens, an invisible and intangible thing is condensing in everyone's heart. This thing is called dignity. As a Chinese person's dignity, in this vast country that has lost its dignity for a long time, in the great mountains of Shanxi Province, there is a group of people who are re-creating dignity, a dignity that belongs to a nation and an ethnic group.

  Under the rising sun, a blood-red battle flag began to flutter in the wind. From now on, the "Blade" that made the invaders tremble with fear was formally established, and the nightmare of the little devils began.