Chapter 41: The Wu'an Massacre (Three)

  The morning sunlight shines on the earth, everything is so beautiful. But who knows that a fierce battle took place here, a group of brave warriors fought fiercely with the enemy's main force in this mountain for one night to cover their comrades' retreat.

  "Attention, Eighth Route Army on the mountain! You have been surrounded, and the Imperial Army orders you to surrender immediately!" At this moment when the gunfire stopped, traitor Wang Deming ran out to shout slogans, mobilizing Zhang Guifang and others to surrender.

  "Bang!", a gunshot rang out, Wang Deman hastily lowered his head, unfortunately this bullet missed and did not hit the traitorous dog.

  Wang Deman immediately retreated as soon as he saw someone shooting at him. He was a vengeful guy, and this shot instantly made him harbor hatred in his heart.

  "Too much! This group of Eighth Route Army is obstinately ignorant, they simply don't want to surrender. I think they must be die-hard elements of the Eighth Route Army, it's impossible for them to surrender, so...", Wang Deming whispered to Hirakawa, intending to use the devil's hand to kill Zhang Guilai and others.

  "Damn it! I'm out of bullets, Old Wu, do you have any?" Sun Yutian asked Wu Guangcai beside him.

  "I'm out too! I got some from the devils last night, but now it's daylight and it's not good to get any!" Wu Guangcai also complained.

  "Wang Zhenggui! Do you have any bullets left?", "I don't have any either!", "Instructor! Do you have any bullets left?", After asking around and not finding any bullets, Sun Yutian asked Zhang Guifang.

  "It's gone! I just hit it and it's gone!", Zhang Guifang spat out a mouthful of saliva, looking down.

  "Look, we have to leave first, the devils will launch an attack soon." Zhang Guilin said, looking at the devils below the mountain.

  "Yes! We've also made it worthwhile. At this time, Captain and the others should have walked out of ten or more miles away!" said Wu Guangcai.

  "It should be! Let's leave our grudge to them!", "I've already made a profit, my wife and kids are still waiting for me downstairs, just right to go down and reunite with them." Wang Zhenggui scolded.

  "Are you afraid?" Zhang Guifang said to the remaining few people.

  "Don't be afraid! What's this supposed to be? I knew this day would come!" Wu Guangcai cursed from the side.

  "Alright! Everyone has their tools, right?", "Of course!", "Alright! In a moment, everyone will follow me down the mountain and fight against the devils!", Zhang Guilin had already made up her mind that she absolutely could not be captured by the devils, even if it meant taking one of them down with her.

  "Brothers! Charge for me!", Zhang Guifang gave the order, and more than a dozen soldiers, some holding bayonets and others wielding large knives, rushed down the mountain. The enemy's troops had just received Pingzhuang's command to rush up the mountain and eliminate these remaining Eighth Route Army remnants.

  Zhang Guifang led the soldiers to charge into the large group of devils climbing up the mountain, and they mixed with these devils in a fierce battle. Relying on their powerful momentum, they knocked down several devils as soon as they came up.

  Zhang Guifang wielded the big knife in his hand, fighting alongside a Japanese soldier. In the past, he could have easily taken down this enemy with just two or three strikes, but after a night of fighting, he hadn't eaten anything and his speed with the knife had slowed down. Several other Japanese soldiers took advantage of his momentary lapse and stabbed him in the body with their bayonets. Zhang Guifang died with the big, shiny knife still tightly clutched in his hand.

  Wu Guangcai thrust his dagger into the body of a Japanese soldier, but due to using too much force, he couldn't pull it out even after two attempts. The nearby Japanese soldiers rushed over, and Wu Guangcai simply threw away his dagger and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with them. He tightly gripped the neck of one of the Japanese soldiers until other Japanese soldiers stabbed him to death with their daggers, but he still didn't let go. Before his sacrifice, that Japanese soldier had already been strangled to death by Wu Guangcai. Until his death, he maintained the posture of tightly gripping the Japanese soldier's neck with both hands.

  Several others also sacrificed themselves in the battle against the devils. In the end, the devils did not get what they wanted and did not capture a single prisoner.

  "Bury these Eighth Route Army men!", Lieutenant Hirano ordered his soldiers beside him.

  The action of Heita's troops was astonishing, and even Wang Demao was very surprised. The usual killer king who usually threw the corpses into the well or burned them in the houses, or hung them on the trees to show off, or even cut them into pieces to feed the dogs, this time actually asked to bury the bodies of the Eighth Route Army who had been fighting all night.

  The soldiers under Heita's command looked at each other, knowing they didn't understand this. Then he said another sentence: "They are the most tenacious soldiers I have ever seen! It is an honor to have such a privilege." Heita couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Zhang Guifang and his men. Zhang Guifang and his men had defended the honor of Chinese soldiers with their lives, proving to the devils that the Chinese were not cowards! This was something that Lieutenant Heita also had to admire.

  On a large mountain more than ten miles away from the battlefield last night, Zhao Hailong led the escaped guerrilla fighters to stand on the top of the mountain and gaze at it.

  "Don't worry! We will avenge your hatred for you sooner or later!" Zhao Hailong knelt down in that direction, tears streaming down his face, muttering to himself. The other team members also knelt down in the same direction one after another. Some people couldn't help but burst into tears. Some people kept cursing the devils in their mouths. From then on, their hatred for the devils deepened even more. They all knew that their hatred for the devils would never be resolved unless they were to eliminate all the devils.

  "Halt! Halt! If you run again, I'll shoot!", Wang Deman shouted loudly in the team. However, the fellow villagers running ahead didn't listen to his shouts at all, and instead ran even faster.

  "Bang! Bang!", a burst of gunfire, several fellow villagers were directly shot dead by the devils.

  "Run, doll! Run!", Liu Shizhong led his nine-year-old son to flee north, unfortunately, he was shot in the leg by a devil and knew he couldn't escape. He shouted at his son to run faster. The poor child crouched beside him and refused to leave, only getting up after his father's scolding and continuing to run north.

  At this time, the devils had already rushed to his front. In order to let his son escape the devil's clutches, he suddenly gained a burst of energy from somewhere and stood up from the ground, embracing the devil who was about to chase after his son. The devil was extremely annoyed by his actions and kept hitting him with the gun butt, one of which hit his temple, causing a stream of blood and brain matter to spurt out. Liu Shiming died instantly. His young son was originally small and didn't run fast, and was caught up by the devils in just a few steps. The devil soldier stabbed him from behind with a bayonet, then lifted him onto his shoulder, walked ten or so steps, swung his arms, and threw him far away. This poor child's young life was brutally taken away by the devils like this.