Chapter 8: The Great Slaughter

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  Qin Yang stood on the slope of Ma Shan, looking down.

  At a glance, the mountain slope below is a vast expanse of silver white. The forest and low shrubs are all covered with snow, and as the wind blows by, the accumulated snow on the trees falls off with a rustling sound, revealing scattered green dots. Looking into the distance, everything in the far-off places is shrouded in thick fog, looking hazy and gray. A gust of wind blows over, and the fog slowly disperses and gathers again, gathering and dispersing repeatedly.

  Qin Yang held one hand on the reins and the other in his waist, gazing into the distance.

  He hasn't felt so relieved in a long time!

  Since he came to this strange world, he felt that his long-dormant soul was boiling again. He knew that soon after, a fierce war would unfold on the vast land of China, and the Chinese people would write a song-worthy and tear-jerking epic of resistance.

  He yearns for battle and will never back down even if it means sacrificing himself on the battlefield.

  Soldiers, born for war, fight for war!

  With a long whistle, Qin Yang shook the reins, and the warhorse galloped down from the mountain slope, running like lightning.

  The trees on both sides flashed by, the wind whizzed past his ears, blowing Qin Yang's short hair.

  Qin Yang didn't know how long he had been galloping like this, until the war horse was completely soaked in sweat, and then slowly came to a stop.

  In front of him was a small grove, Qin Yang jumped off his horse, let the warhorse run to one side to graze, and he walked to a relatively flat stone, brushed away the snow on the stone, took out the map from his backpack, and spread it out on the stone.

  Although the map in his hand was very different from the 1933 map, Qin Yang could still accurately find his position based on his professional military quality and strict map reading training.

  "Located between Wuling Mountain and Xifengkou!" Qin Yang stretched out his finger, tapped a location on the map, then put it away.

  He doesn't know where he's going either now.

  Although he had previously refused Zhao Dengyu's invitation to join the 29th Army, it was because he wanted to understand the specific situation of this society he is in now before deciding what to do.

  Besides, he knew that the 29th Army would withdraw from the historical stage after experiencing several brutal battles in a few years.

  So he had decided that he would not join the 29th Army, and even if he did participate in this campaign, he intended to do so under another identity.

  A gentle breeze blew in, and a strange smell wafted through the air.

  It seems like something is burning, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

  Qin Yang carefully sniffed, pulled out a handgun from his waist, mounted the war horse Fei's body, and galloped towards the outside of the forest.

  Ten minutes later, a small village appeared in Qin Yang's line of sight. Thin wisps of smoke rose from the village, swaying gently in the air.

  Qin Yang stopped behind a small grove, jumped off his horse, tied the warhorse to a tree, and took out the camouflage special warfare uniform from the backpack he brought with him when crossing over, changing out of the coarse cotton-padded jacket he was wearing.

  After checking the equipment on his body, Qin Yang habitually reached up to pull down the earphone-style intercom from his head, pressed the switch, and then blew a light breath.

  "01——I am——"

  The sound stopped abruptly, Qin Yang was stunned in the forest, and it wasn't until a while later that he let out a bitter laugh.

  He had forgotten it was 1933 and not in an era of advanced communication that he lived.

  Suddenly, he missed the era of his original life!

  Qin Yang stabilized his emotions, then agilely darted into the forest like a cheetah, skillfully and cautiously navigating through the dense trees. The moment he entered the thicket, he felt as if he had returned to his training days, executing missions with precision. This feeling made every cell in his body come alive, burning with intensity. His hearing became even more acute, his movements even more agile.

  Creeping to the edge of the jungle, Qin Yang crouched in the grass and looked out.

  The nearby mountain village seemed to have fallen into a dead silence, with no human voice, nor even the sound of cattle.

  Qin Yang nimbly flipped over the shrubs, jumped to the back of the broken earth wall at the village entrance, and crouched on the ground observing carefully.

  The road was very messy, with footprints, horseshoe prints and wheel tracks crisscrossing each other in a chaotic manner, but they all looked very clear.

  Qin Yang picked up a pinch of yellow earth with his hand, rubbed it between his thumb and index finger, and then put it back on the ground. "It seems that things have happened recently!"

  He glanced around at the desolate village and Qin Yang swiftly darted into the village.

  The smell of blood grew thicker, and Qin Yang's face became increasingly solemn. He quickly rushed towards the source of the bloody smell.

  In front of a courtyard in the center of a small village, Qin Yang stopped his footsteps and looked around at the house.

  The wall made of bluish bricks, the delicate black gate tower, and the red large gate closed tightly, with green glazed tiles on top. Qin Yang knew this should be an ancestral temple of a clan.

  He glanced at the two-meter-high wall, then took a few steps back before sprinting to the base of the wall. He kicked off the ground several times with his feet on the wall, grabbed the top of the wall with his left hand and pulled himself up, landing steadily on the wall head.

  A bloody aura rushed towards him, and Qin Yang almost couldn't breathe.

  Qin Yang glanced down and his body trembled involuntarily, his right hand grasping the gun handle tightening suddenly.

  The courtyard was like a Buddhist hell, with over a hundred corpses piled together in a chaotic mess. Fresh blood flowed down, twisting and turning on the ground like streams, gathering in low-lying areas to form patch after patch of crimson lakes.

  Qin Yang was shocked, he had never seen so many people die at the same time before, although he had also killed people.

  Over a hundred corpses lay there, men and women, old and young, their faces still frozen in the expressions they had at the moment of death. Some were angry, some fearful, some panicked, some bewildered. It was like a string of bombs exploding in Qin Yang's heart, an indescribable feeling that no one who hadn't experienced it could ever imagine.

  Shocking

  Indignation

  Helpless

  Qin Yang clenched his lips tightly, his hand holding the gun trembling slightly, he jumped down from the wall and walked towards those corpses.

  A middle-aged man lay on his back on the steps, but his head rolled down to the bottom of the steps, with eyes wide open in fear.

  An old man fell to the ground, with beehive-like bullet holes on his back

  …………

  A woman lay face down on the ground, her lower body exposed, her abdomen cut open, and her green intestines protruding from her body. A long trail of bright red blood stretched out behind her.

  In front of her outstretched right hand, the body of an infant lay there, with a shocking wound on its chest.

  She still couldn't forget her children at the moment before she died.

  Bang!

  A teardrop rolled down Qin Yang's face and fell to the ground, splashing up a small wave of water.

  Qin Yang squatted down, picked up the bloodied and battered infant's body, gently placed it back in its mother's arms, then picked up the torn clothes scattered nearby and covered the woman's body with them. Standing up, Qin Yang gave a military salute to these innocent civilians who had lost their lives.

  "Don't worry, I'll take revenge for you!"

  Qin Yang squatted down and picked up a shell from the ground, examining it carefully.

  "It's the Type 38 rifle and the Nambu pistol!" Qin Yang quickly determined through the scattered shells on the ground and the wounds on people that it was the ruthless Japanese soldiers who committed this heinous crime.

  Only those who take pleasure in massacres are capable of creating such a heinous act.

  "These inhuman beasts!"

  Jumping onto the wall, Qin Yang looked back at the villagers who had been brutally killed, then took out a solid fuel bomb from his backpack and threw it into the center of the courtyard before leaping over the wall.

  A burst of flames suddenly erupted in the courtyard, immediately turning into a sea of fire!

  Qin Yang rushed out of the village, jumped onto his horse, and pulled the reins, "Go, blood debt must be repaid in blood, let's go kill those beasts!"

  The war horse let out a loud neigh and galloped away!

  A fire blazes behind him!