Chapter 2 Back to the Republic of China

  The sound of gunfire was sparse and didn't seem to be from any modern weapon familiar to the special forces team, but rather from an old-fashioned rifle. However, this wasn't surprising in a country where planting and selling drugs was a way of life, and it was normal for civilians to own some old guns. Upon hearing the shots, all members of the special forces team had already taken cover and were ready for battle.

  "Little devils, Grandpa is here, come on!" Six soldiers wearing steel helmets and yellow-green uniforms ran while shouting. Behind them, about a dozen Japanese soldiers dressed in World War II attire desperately fired at them.

  One of them was soon caught up, and the Japanese soldiers surrounded him with their bayonets glinting in the light. "Chinajihen," they jeered in Japanese. The soldier who was surrounded looked like he wasn't afraid at all, holding up two smoking hand grenades. "Little Japan, I'll fuck your eighteen generations of ancestors!" As soon as he finished speaking, the hand grenades exploded. The Japanese soldiers were able to dodge just in time, and only two were injured, while the person who had thrown the grenades was left with no remains.

  "Are you kidding me, isn't this a movie shoot?" The scene just now was witnessed by all the members of the special warfare team. At first, everyone thought they were filming a movie, but the hand grenade really did explode and the person really did get blown up. Chen Jifan gave a hand signal to order an attack on the Japanese soldiers.

  "Bang", the first shot was fired by sniper Wen Chuanhao, as soon as the gunshot sounded, a hole appeared on the head of the leading Japanese officer, he held his command knife and fell straight down. Before the rest of the Japanese soldiers could react, the special warfare team had already greeted them with a burst of gunfire, the marksmanship of the special forces was not to be doubted, more than ten Japanese soldiers were annihilated in an instant without knowing what hit them.

  The 5 soldiers who were being chased to death were stunned by the sudden change in front of them, they only heard a burst of gunfire, and then more than a dozen Japanese people behind fell to the ground.

  "Which road is the hero? Please show up, we are from the 78th Army, 36th Division of the National Army. Thank you for saving our lives." A leading officer shouted around.

  "Don't move!" "Put down your weapons", the special forces team jumped out from their hiding place under Chen Jifang's signal and surrounded the 5 soldiers.

  The special forces team members wearing tactical gear scared the soldiers as soon as they appeared, and they hastily dropped their guns to the ground.

  "Don't be afraid, which part are you from?" Chen Jifan asked in a tone learned from TV.

  "Report to the superior officer, we are from the 36th Division of the 78th Army. The one who just pulled the hand grenade was also from our division, his name is Wu Laogui." A brave soldier replied.

  "What kind of people are chasing you and how can they speak Japanese?" Chen Jifan asked again.

  The soldier who spoke smiled wryly and said, "They are Japanese devils, what language would they speak if not Japanese?"

  "Tell me in detail, where are you from and why are these Japanese people chasing and killing you?" Chen Jifan continued to ask.

  "Reporting to the superior, we just retreated from Nanjing. The officials and main forces have all withdrawn, leaving us to cover their retreat. We were the ones who retreated when the little devils entered the city. Many people died while crossing the river, and only six of us are left. In the city, our company's deputy commander said that these little devils belong to the 6th Division, but we don't know the specific unit number."

  "Nanjing? The Sixth Division?" The special warfare team heard these words, and one by one, their eyes widened in surprise, casting their gaze towards Chen Jifan.

  Chen Jifan was also confused, his own small team had clearly arrived in the southwestern neighboring country, but somehow got entangled with strange words like Nanjing and Sixth Division. "A few brothers, we are returned overseas Chinese, lost direction at sea, I ask you, what year is it now? Where are we?"

  "So you're the new ones, huh? We thought we'd run into ghosts. It's currently December 1937, oh, that's right, it's the Republic of China year 26. As for the location, I'm not quite sure, but after we crossed the river from Nanjing, we just kept running and were chased here." The soldier scratched his head in response.

  "It turned out to be so, you several go and bury the body of that brother, and also bury those more than a dozen little devils. Remember, leave everything on the little devils' bodies, except for their pants." Chen Jifan commanded in an unquestionable tone.

  "Yes!" These soldiers saw that the few weirdly dressed men in front of them had taken down over a dozen devils in less than a minute, and they were already deeply impressed. Upon hearing the order, they quickly got to work.

  Taking advantage of their busy time, Chen Jifan gathered everyone to discuss countermeasures. Originally, special forces were not allowed to speak while executing tasks, but this time, hearing those people's words made him unable to bear it in his heart.

  "Shall we cross over?" Zhao Jun asked Chen Jifan, with whom he was most familiar.

  The others did not speak, lowering their heads. Chen Jifan knew what they were thinking, leaving behind the era where they grew up, leaving behind their loved ones and comrades, who all felt unwell in their hearts.

  Chen Jifan didn't have time to think about these things, he was the leader of this operation, and with a few comrades, they just disappeared without a word in a foreign land, not knowing how the organization would view it, if lucky, they'd be reported missing, but if unlucky, they'd be accused of treason.

  Time slowly passed in this oppressive atmosphere, after a few minutes, Zhong Dingcheng spoke up: "Captain, I've thought it through. If we really can't go back, then you should lead the team to stay and fight the devils."

  No wonder he's been through "Airliner", his mental quality is different, Chen Jifan secretly praised.

  Luo Yuguang is a hot-tempered type, "Damn it, heaven gave me the chance to personally kill Japanese devils with my own hands, Captain, let's do it!"

  "Go ahead, captain", several others also expressed their attitudes. Wen Chuanhao nodded vigorously to Chen Jifan, which was considered as expressing his attitude.

  Chen Jifeng's heart was also burning with a fierce fire. Yes, every time he read about this period of history in the past, as a soldier, he felt a sense of regret and shame in his heart, never thinking that he would have the opportunity to participate in this war that determined the life and death of the nation. Although the Nationalist Party was resisting Japan, they were repeatedly defeated on the battlefield, with millions of troops being thrown into the fray, even losing the capital, while the Eighth Route Army and New Fourth Army were making a big show behind enemy lines, but their equipment was too poor to deal a fatal blow to the Japanese devils. His seven special forces from the 21st century would definitely make the little devils look good.

  "Comrades, since we've come here without a clear purpose, everyone's feeling uneasy. I won't say more about that. Since we're already here, let's make the best of it. Although we can no longer complete the tasks assigned to us by our superiors, Heaven has given us an even more important and meaningful task - to fight against the devils! We are the special forces of the 21st century, nurtured by our motherland. Now, our country's rivers and mountains are being invaded, our compatriots are being slaughtered, what should we do?"

  "For the motherland, kill, kill, kill!" The special forces members responded in unison.

  "Alright, comrades, in order to unite more people to fight against the devils, I propose that we take a loud name, how about it?" said Chen Jifang.

  "Captain, what's in a name? You're still our captain. Just lead us and we'll follow you," Luo Yuguang said to Chen Jifan.

  "Luohan, the captain didn't mean it that way. The captain said we need to take a certain military unit, or something like that. First, to boost morale, and second, also to unite more people to follow us in fighting against the devils." Hu Yunfeng said to Luo Yuguang.

  "Don't call it a guerrilla squad, it doesn't sound formal at all. We are the real special forces." Zhao Jun muttered.

  "Captain, I have a name, let's call it 'China Eagle Special Forces'," said Gao Huanjie.

  "The name is good, I think we should remove the words 'Special Forces' and just call it 'China Eagle Anti-Japanese Special Task Force'," said Zhong Dingcheng.

  "Alright, as Old Clock said, let's call ourselves the 'Chinese Divine Eagle Anti-Japanese Special Operations Team'. From now on, we'll make full use of our strengths in combat and launch special warfare operations behind enemy lines. Let those little devils taste the ferocity of our special forces!" Chen Jifan struck a resounding note.

  "Captain, what about those people? They seem to be regular Nationalist Army." Zhao Jun asked in a low voice.

  "Like that, Xiao Jun, you go and call them over, first ask about their plans." Chen Jifan instructed Zhao Jun.

  Before long, Zhao Jun led five Nationalist soldiers over. As soon as they arrived in front of them, they looked at each other and then gave a uniform military salute. "Thank you, sirs, for saving our lives!"

  This salute made the special warfare team members feel embarrassed, especially one of them had his arm still in a sling.

  "You're welcome, we're all Chinese," said Chen Jifan, "by the way, what are your plans?"

  "Report to the superior, we want to find the troops, we want revenge, our company mostly died when defending Nanjing, we survivors must avenge our dead brothers!" As they said this, the five men's faces showed determination.

  "Good fellow! When the country is in trouble, as a Chinese, we must take up arms and fight against the little devils. We are the 'Chinese Divine Eagle Anti-Japanese Special Task Force', specially returning from abroad to fight against the little devils. How about it? Let's do it together." said Chen Jifang and Yan Yuese.

  As soon as the words were spoken, the five people's faces revealed rare smiles. "Alright, sir, we'll join your team too. With several officers leading us, it can't go wrong."

  Their statement made the special warfare team members feel embarrassed and they welcomed them one after another.

  After their self-introduction, the one who answered Chen Jifan's question was Deng Fangshun, the squad leader of the upper class. The one with a wounded arm was called Wang Dazhu, a machine gunner. The other three were Liu Yutang, Pan Guotian and Zhang Xiwan.

  Chen Jifang said to everyone: "From today on, we are a family. From now on, we will eat together, play together, and fight the little devils together. But I must declare a few rules: First, no harming civilians is allowed; second, all actions must follow orders, at any time, unconditional obedience to commands is required; third, all spoils of war belong to the public. Did you hear clearly?"

  "Got it," they replied in unison.

  "Speak louder, I can't hear!"

  "Listen carefully!"