Chapter 6: Drawing Swords Together

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  "Run!"

  A gunshot rang out, and the people inside were suddenly in a state of panic. People shouted and screamed as they rushed towards the door, some were trampled to the ground, and then many people stepped on them, moaning painfully on the ground, while others directly crawled under the table.

  Qin Yang's eyebrows shot up, his body remained still on the edge of the table, his right hand trembled slightly, and the Browning pistol General Zhao Dengyu had given him slipped out of his sleeve into his hand. With a slight touch on the thigh of his padded pants, the gun's safety was already off, and the cylinder was also opened.

  With his gun at the ready, Qin Yang took a quick glance around and saw that there were not many people left in the room. Most of them had crawled under the tables, shivering with fear. However, near the window, one person caught his attention.

  He was a man in his thirties, wearing a fur hat that covered most of his face, dressed in a long grey robe, with a pair of Mongolian boots on his feet, and by his right side stood a long package that seemed very heavy.

  Everything that happened in the house was reflected in his eyes, but he remained calm and sat at the table, pouring bowl after bowl of Northeastern braised pork into his mouth. As if the Japanese soldiers standing guard with guns around him didn't exist at all.

  Qin Yang's gaze had just fallen on him, and the man's body moved involuntarily. The right hand holding the wine cup paused in mid-air for a moment before regaining its composure, bringing the cup to his lips and draining it in one gulp.

  "This man has a keen sense of feeling!" Qin Yang secretly felt surprised.

  To know that the person was facing Qin Yang, with more than half of his body towards the window, and adding to the noise in the house, but Qin Yang only needed to glance at him to make him react, this person's senses were already sharp to the point of being terrifying.

  Slowly turning his head around, Qin Yang finally saw his appearance.

  A long face full of whiskers, originally with a thick and honest face, but a long scar from the right forehead to the left ear, makes people look shocking and adds a few points of ferocity.

  What left a deep impression on Qin Yang was that pair of eyes, with an expression as dull as a knife's edge, seemingly able to pierce into one's heart with ease, making people dare not meet his gaze. Qin Yang only exchanged gazes with him for a moment, but he felt a surge of intangible pressure weighing down on his chest.

  That person cast a indifferent glance at Qin Yang, then turned back around and gazed out the window.

  But this time, the situation of the red-clad figure was quite precarious.

  The gun in her hand didn't fire, and only then did she remember that just an hour ago she had exchanged gunfire with several policemen who were chasing her, leaving only a few bullets left in the gun. She hadn't even had time to reload.

  She panicked and hastily reached out to remove the clip, but it was too late. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers had already rushed in front of her, their bayonets gleaming at her throat.

  The figure in red moved slightly, but seeing the dagger and gun muzzle inches from his face, slowly relaxed his clenched fists.

  Two Japanese soldiers jumped up and snatched the mirror case gun from Hongyi's hand, then twisted her arms to the left and right.

  The fighting stopped, and the Ma Zi army commander, who had been hiding behind the traitor Han, inserted his Japanese command knife into its scabbard and walked over with a ferocious face, slapping the red-clothed man twice.

  The woman in red suddenly shook her head twice, she stubbornly turned around, staring fiercely at Sergeant Mazi, a strand of bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

  "Baga, you dare hit me!" Sergeant Mazi roared.

  The red-clothed figure shook off some disheveled hair, raised her head and coldly stared at the clown in front of her.

  A mouthful of bloody spittle was spat onto Sergeant Ma's face.

  Ma Zi's face first froze, then suddenly burst into rage. With a forceful kick, he kicked the red-clothed girl in the abdomen. The red-clothed girl bent down in pain. Ma Zi grasped the red-clothed girl's long hair and lifted her face with force, leering at her delicate features with a lustful smile.

  "You hit me? Then use your body to serve the Great Imperial Japanese Army!"

  That chubby face covered with acne almost stuck to the red-clothed man's nose tip, a stench as if he had never brushed his teeth before kept spewing out of that wide open foul mouth, almost suffocating the red-clothed man.

  "Pshaw!"

  A mouthful of bloody saliva shot out from Hongyi's mouth and spat onto Ma Zi's face.

  "Ah-choo!"

  Ma Zi's face changed, he wiped the saliva from his face with his hand and grabbed the red flame-like satin cotton-padded jacket.

  Hmph!

  A loud ripping sound was heard, the cotton-padded jacket was torn open, revealing a red dress with a snow-white neck and a bright red bellyband inside.

  The woman in red let out a sharp cry. Even if she was originally very strong-willed, she was still a woman after all, and naturally panicked when faced with such a situation.

  Ma Zi Jun Cao grinned and pounced on Hong Yi.

  The surrounding Japanese soldiers stared at the red clothes like hungry wolves, and the few Japanese soldiers who were originally on high alert watching the surrounding customers also turned their heads around.

  Qin Yang has been waiting for this opportunity! He has endured for a long time!

  In an instant, Qin Yang's foot kicked out, and the Eight Immortals table rolled and flew out, knocking down two Japanese soldiers holding guns to the ground.

  With a slight lift of his left hand, he struck the wrist of a nearby traitor. The traitor let out a pained cry, dropped his handgun and retreated backwards, clutching at his broken wrist.

  Qin Yang didn't wait for the gun to hit the ground, grabbing it with one hand and then holding it up with both hands. A few short bursts of gunfire rang out, and the sergeant who was stretching out his pig-like hand towards Hongyi with a lewd smile suddenly let out no sound at all, as a string of blood flowers flew off his head, and he fell to the ground on his side. The two Japanese soldiers holding Hongyi also fell to the ground.

  At the same time, a white light flashed beside the man with a goatee sitting at the desk by the window. The heads of two Japanese soldiers suddenly flew up, and their headless bodies stopped for a moment before collapsing.

  Luo Yan's hand somehow had a long knife with an ancient style, and as he moved, a silver-white light flashed by, and the Japanese soldiers were cut down like radishes in a market, falling all over the place.

  "Ah"

  Changes happened one after another, and for a while, Japanese soldiers were still in shock, standing stupidly on the spot.

  "Next!" Qin Yang flicked his hand towards Red Clothes.

  Hongyi grabbed the shotgun thrown by Qinyang and turned around to fire at the surrounding Japanese soldiers.

  One after another Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

  Two Japanese soldiers standing in the distance aimed their guns at Qin Yang, and the man with a mustache raised his right hand.

  "Ah!"

  Two Japanese soldiers were screaming and rolling on the ground with their hands covering their eyes, with a strip of red cloth visible between their fingers.

  A figure in red leapt forward, rolling twice on the ground before arriving beside Qin Yang. The two stood back to back, their guns firing continuously in all directions.

  The gunfire finally stopped!

  Hongyi wiped away the fresh blood that had splattered on his face earlier and nodded at Qin Yang: "Thanks for the help, brother!"

  "Don't be polite, kill the devils, everyone has a responsibility!"

  Qin Yang smiled slightly, replaced the magazine on his gun with a full one, walked to the corpses on the ground, and fired an extra shot at each corpse's head and heart. This was a habit he had cultivated, and he would absolutely not allow any potential hidden dangers to exist.

  "This man is really ruthless!" Hong Yi gazed at him, secretly shocked in her heart.

  He took a glance at the red-clad figure standing in the middle of the house, and at Qin Yang who was sweeping the battlefield. The man with the whiskers smiled slightly, pulled out the two flying knives stuck in the Japanese soldier's eyes, and carefully wiped them clean with a piece of cotton cloth torn from the Japanese soldier's uniform. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the long knife disappeared. He picked up the bundle on the table, tilted his head back to down the remaining wine, and silently opened the door to walk out of the inn, disappearing into the snow in an instant. By the time Qin Yang turned around, he was already gone.

  Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart, never expecting that he would miss out on such an extraordinary person like this.

  As the fighting subsided, the shopkeeper crawled out from behind the counter and gazed at the Japanese soldiers' corpses on the ground with a bitter expression. He trembled as he walked up to Hongyi and asked: "Master, what...what should we do now?"

  The man in red glanced around the store, saw that the tables and chairs were overturned, the cups and plates were scattered all over the floor, frowned, pulled out a few silver coins from his waist, threw them on the ground, and then said: "You don't have to worry about this, I think the second master and others should be here soon, let them handle it later!"

  The shopkeeper repeatedly thanked him and went to collect his belongings in the store with his apprentices, leaving behind the corpse of the Japanese soldier on the ground.

  Hongyi wiped away the bloodstains on her face and walked up to Qin Yang.

  "Haven't even asked for your esteemed name yet?" Hongyi asked.

  Qin Yang waved his hand and smiled: "Don't call me a benefactor, it's just a trivial matter. You can still call my name, I'm Qin Yang, the Qin of Qin Shi Huang, the Yang of Xianyang!"

  She smiled and said: "Then I'll call you Qin Yang from now on, my name is Yuemingzhu, but my nickname is Red Clothes, although I still like others to call me Red Clothes!"

  "Then I'll call you Red Clothes!"

  "Hmm!" The two people smiled at each other.

  Half an hour later, outside the town, a loud sound of horseshoes like a stormy rain came, a group of sturdy men in different costumes galloped over, sweeping across half of the town, and arrived at the entrance of the inn.

  A young man of medium build grasped the reins, his warhorse raised its front hooves and stood on its hind legs, letting out a long, loud whinny.

  "Is this what they call a big catch?" The middle-aged man asked the person next to him as he jumped off his horse.

  "Right, the master of the house said it's here that we meet!" The man hastily stepped forward and lifted up the door curtain.

  The young man walked into the house, saying: "Hongyi is also, if you want to go alone, it's too dangerous, what if something happens!"

  He looked up to see Hongyi standing in the house, and Er Dangjia's face broke into a smile. But when he saw Qin Yang chatting and laughing beside Hongyi, the smile on his face disappeared again.

  He looked at Qin Yang with a cold glint in his eyes.

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