Sword of Light: Humanoid Self-Propelled Artillery

Chapter 35: Rebellion and Intelligence

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However, the platoon leader of the Japanese devils fell down with his eyes wide open before he could finish his words. Not only the platoon leader of the Japanese devils, but also the two Japanese devils soldiers holding light machine guns were stabbed in the head by Wang Gensheng's flying knife.

The seemingly hard skull could not withstand the penetrating power of the flying knife. When the other Japanese soldiers saw Wang Gensheng making the move, they immediately raised their rifles and aimed at Wang Gensheng.

Being targeted by more than 30 rifles at the same time, Wang Gensheng naturally did not dare to be careless. When he was about to hide by the wall, he did not expect that someone in Liujia Village would shout:

"They don't have any machine guns anymore. Let's avenge the clan leader!"

So they rushed forward in a swarm. This bolt-action rifle was naturally useless against a close-range charge of hundreds or thousands of people.

Even though the bayonet skills of these thirty or so Japanese devils were not bad, they were completely useless when facing the attack of thousands of people.

This is also why rebellions in the last years of ancient dynasties could succeed easily, but even now, no ordinary people in a powerful country can defeat a regular army equipped with hot weapons with a kitchen knife.

In ancient times, as long as there were enough people, they could defeat even heavy cavalry wearing heavy armor. But now, as long as there is enough ammunition for automatic weapons, it would be easy for dozens of people to fight against thousands of people, let alone tens of thousands of people.

If the Japanese soldiers in this platoon were not armed with bolt-action rifles but fully automatic firearms such as Thompson submachine guns, then the thousands of villagers in Liujia Village would not be enough to kill.

When the anger of the villagers in Liujia Village was almost vented, Wang Gensheng pulled out the M1911 pistol from his waist, which he had never used, and fired a shot into the air.

Following the sound of Wang Gensheng's gunshot, the villagers stopped and looked at Wang Gensheng.

Wang Gensheng looked at the villagers and said:
"I'm Wang Gensheng, commander of the Third Battalion of the New Second Regiment of the 386th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. I used to be from Wangjia Village. Can anyone tell me what happened? Wasn't it said that Liujia Village was protected by Translator Liu? How did these blind traitors come to visit?"

Sure enough, when Wang Gensheng revealed that he was an Eighth Route Army soldier and from Wangjia Village, the villagers of Liujia Village immediately looked at Wang Gensheng with a much better attitude.

Although there was no base area in this area, the villagers of Liujia Village had heard of the discipline and reputation of the Eighth Route Army from other places. However, Wang Gensheng's question made the villagers of Liujia Village look at each other in confusion. Finally, a woman in her thirties with a very good appearance came forward with a boy under ten years old and said to Wang Gensheng:
"Let me speak for this general!"

When Wang Gensheng heard the word "Master Jun", he was completely paralyzed and immediately said:

"No! Don't call me Master Jun. We Eighth Route Army soldiers don't use that. My name is Wang Gensheng. You can call me Comrade Wang Gensheng, or Little Wang!"

As the woman told his story, Wang Gensheng finally understood why a group of traitors came to Liujia Village, which was clearly protected by a Japanese translator.

It turned out that the area where Liujia Village was located happened to be under the jurisdiction of another Japanese colonel, but this colonel, who had a good relationship with Liu the translator and served as his translator, was not under the jurisdiction of this area.

More importantly, this colonel disliked the colonel who was nice to Liu the translator. He felt that Hua Jun's people were inferior and should just be slaves. There was no need to be so polite to them.

But I couldn't come in person, so I used these traitors as guns.

As for the good-looking woman who started explaining, she was the wife of Liu the translator, and the little boy who was less than ten years old with her was Liu the translator's son.

Of course, the more crucial thing was that the old man who had just been shot dead by the Japanese invaders was actually the father of Liu the Translator, the patriarch and village chief of Liujia Village. Upon hearing this, Wang Gensheng's first reaction was to persuade Liu the Translator to defect. After all, being able to work as an interpreter for a colonel meant that getting some intelligence was a piece of cake.

But these are all things for the future. Now the main thing is to collect the bodies and hold the funeral. After all, this time, not only an old patriarch died in Liujia Village, but more than a dozen villagers also died!
Since Liu the translator's father died, Liu the translator naturally had to come back to attend the funeral, so this saved Wang Gensheng from having to go to the county town to find Liu the translator.

So after sending two soldiers back to tell Kong Jie, Wang Gensheng took the remaining soldiers and stayed in Liujia Village.

There was no way he could travel fifty miles! Without a horse, running back and forth was too much trouble, so in order to see Liu the translator, Wang Gensheng settled down in Liujia Village.

After all, no matter what, Wang Gensheng's previous flying knife action can be regarded as revenge for Liujia Village. If Wang Gensheng had not used the flying knife to kill the Japanese platoon leader and the two machine gunners with light machine guns.

When the villagers of Liujia Village rushed forward, more than a dozen villagers died.

On the same day, Liujia Village sent someone to the county town to inform Liu the translator of his death. If nothing unexpected happens, Liu the translator should be back tomorrow or tonight.

Wang Gensheng didn't have to wait long. The person sent by Liujia Village to report the death rode over on a donkey.

So when the sun was about to set, Wang Gensheng saw Liu the translator who had rushed back exhausted.

This translator Liu is different from those translators in the movies with pointed cheeks, mustaches and other things that look like bad guys. At first glance, this translator Liu looks like a scholar and seems to be very knowledgeable. However, when you think about the fact that this translator Liu studied abroad in the Japanese army, it doesn't seem strange at all.

At this time, in Liujia Village, the houses where people had died, including the village chief's, had already hung white cloths.

The dead bodies were also placed in the ancestral hall of Liujia Village. However, what Wang Gensheng did not expect was that after Liu the translator took the initiative to offer sacrifices and burn paper, he found Wang Gensheng and said to him:
"Thank you, Captain Wang, for your help today!"

In response to Liu the translator's thanks, Wang Gensheng waved his hand and said:
"No need to thank me. After all, this only solves a temporary problem! I'm sure Translator Liu has seen it too. Even if you translate for the Japs, it's useless!"

"What does Captain Wang mean?"

In response to Liu the translator's question, Wang Gensheng said directly:

"Let's follow the Eighth Route Army and fight the Japanese!"

As soon as Wang Gensheng said this, it was somewhat surprising that Liu the translator nodded and agreed without hesitation. However, this was not what Wang Gensheng wanted. After all, there were many people who wanted to fight the Japanese, but there were very few people like Liu the translator who could become a translator for a Japanese colonel.

So Wang Gensheng immediately explained:

"Translator Liu misunderstood. What I meant was that he would continue to be your translator tomorrow and that Liujiacun should join the Eighth Route Army!"

Of course, since Liujiacun joined the Eighth Route Army, it would be more difficult for Liu the translator to gain trust as an undercover agent.

(End of this chapter)