Bright Sword: The Flowers of War

Chapter 7 Rescue
After being hit by the shell, Su Yaoyang didn't know what happened, but not only did his mental strength increase several times over, his eyesight also improved. Now, if he wanted to, he could see sparrows hundreds of meters away clearly.

He looked closely and saw that more than a dozen girls dressed in blue-gray robes were running towards him desperately a few hundred meters away. Oh, and there seemed to be a boy wearing glasses mixed in with these girls.

"what……"

"not good……"

Suddenly, Su Yaoyang's expression changed. He noticed that behind these girls were more than a dozen soldiers in khaki uniforms. These soldiers were carrying rifles almost as tall as themselves, wearing helmets, and underneath the helmets were large, ferocious-looking faces.

"They're Japanese devils!"

Looking at the Japanese soldiers following closely behind the girl, Su Yaoyang felt a chill run down his spine, and his body began to stiffen.

Despite growing up under the red flag and being accustomed to watching anti-Japanese war movies and TV shows in his later life, and even having some unspeakable things with several Japanese girls who came to China to study, that was in the peaceful era of his later life and in movies and TV dramas. In real life, this was the first time he had ever seen fully armed Japanese soldiers.

With his enhanced mental strength and sharpened hearing and eyesight, he could even hear an officer shouting, "Don't shoot! Capture those Chinese women!"

"Run...run!"

Faced with the pursuers, the girls were clearly panicked. Three of them actually ran towards the alley where Su Yaoyang was. Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers also sent out a few soldiers to chase after them.

"Grass……"

Upon seeing this, Su Yaoyang cursed under his breath, sweat beading on his forehead, unsure of what to do.

"Oh...right, I also have a gun."

Su Yaoyang rummaged through his clothes and pulled out the M1911A1 pistol from his pocket. He then looked around and saw a haystack nearby, so he slipped behind it.

He had only been hiding for a short while when the three girls ran up to him.

Unfortunately, a girl tripped and fell as soon as she reached the haystack, her shoes flying off and landing right in front of Su Yaoyang.

The girl struggled to her feet and was about to run again when she cried out in pain and fell to the ground again.

The two girls in front saw this and turned back to help him up. One of the girls was panting.

"Shujuan... get up quickly, the Japanese are coming after us."

The girl, who had been helped up, struggled to her feet, then gasped and said in a tearful voice, "Little Mosquito... Wang Xiaozhen... I think I twisted my ankle, I can't walk... You... you go first, don't worry about me!"

"Absolutely not."

The other two girls refused without hesitation. They looked around and immediately spotted the haystack nearby. One of them's eyes lit up, and she pushed aside the haystack, saying, "Quick, come here to hide... just wait... oh dear..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a rustling sound coming from inside the haystack, followed by a hoarse, low voice cursing, "Get out of here... this place is full, go somewhere else."

The girl was startled at first, then pleaded, "Uncles and aunties, could you let me inside to hide for a bit? The Japanese devils are coming soon!"

But the girl's pleas did not elicit any pity from the people in the haystack. "No... I already said this place is full, so get the hell out of here!"

After saying that, the person in the haystack pushed the girl away without hesitation, and a large foot came out and kicked the girl to the ground.

"ここに来てそれらの女の子はここにいます! (Hurry...those Chinese girls are here!)" Suddenly, a hoarse and fierce voice came from behind.

Accompanied by the sound, the figures of three Japanese soldiers appeared at the street corner.

"Ah..." The three girls screamed in fright. They struggled to run forward, but the two girls supporting the lame girl couldn't move fast. They were quickly caught up by the three Japanese soldiers and forced into a corner.

"Yoshi... Chinese pretty girl!" Three Japanese soldiers, each holding a Type 38 rifle almost as tall as themselves, grinned as they sized up the girl who had been cornered against the wall, their eyes filled with lewd and cruel intent.

"You... take off your clothes..." one of the Japanese soldiers suddenly shouted at the three girls, pointing his rifle with a bayonet.

"Do not……"

The girl shook her head desperately, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

"Baka Yalu... It's dead, it's dead..."

Seeing that the three girls were unwilling to take off their clothes, the three Japanese soldiers' eyes immediately flashed with ferocity. Without thinking, the leader raised his bayonet and stabbed at the girl on the right.

"boom……"

Just as the bayonet was about to pierce the girl, a muffled gunshot rang out from behind.

"Bang... Bang bang bang..."

Then a series of gunshots rang out, and three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground without a sound.

To the astonishment of the three girls, a figure slowly rose from behind the haystack.

"Are you guys okay?"

Su Yaoyang walked up to the three girls and asked them a question, while changing the magazine of his pistol.

The three girls, still shaken, struggled to their feet. Shujuan, supported by her two companions, stood up and, gritting her teeth against the pain in her feet, said, "We're alright... Thank you for saving us, sir."

"We're all Chinese, no need to be so polite."

Su Yaoyang casually said something, looked around, and then squatted down in front of Shujuan, "Stretch out your feet."

Before Shujuan could speak, he grabbed the girl's right foot, looked at the already swollen ankle, and frowned, saying, "Your ankle is badly sprained. It looks like you can't walk. You two should help each other."

After saying that, he casually picked up the leather shoes that Shujuan had just thrown off and put them on her, completely unaware that the little girl's face had already turned bright red.

After doing all this, Su Yaoyang walked up to the three dead Japanese soldiers and collected the three Type 38 rifles, ammunition boxes, and several grenades.

After doing all this, he turned to him and said, "Come with me... we can't stay here any longer."

"Oh...oh oh..."

The three girls were also at a loss, but after Su Yaoyang said that, they naturally followed without hesitation. The one man and the three women walked slowly down the street.

As he passed by the haystack, Su Yaoyang looked at the still motionless haystack behind him and shook his head helplessly.

He could understand the feelings of those hiding inside. It is said that husband and wife are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.

When disaster strikes, everyone has their own thoughts. He naturally didn't expect the people inside to go with him, after all, he couldn't say that their chances of survival were greater than those who stayed in the haystack.

Supported by her companion, Shujuan followed behind Su Yaoyang, glancing at him shyly as she asked, "Brother, thank you for saving us just now... but... but we still don't know your name?"

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