Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

"No?"

The Japanese soldier's eyelids twitched in spring. Isn't it?

"Master Jueyuan, what exactly do you mean? I don't understand!"

"Since the donor doesn't understand, why not ask the Buddha?"

"Observe your mind and ask yourself?"

"No need, I'll take it away!"

When the Japanese soldier Chunshang heard this, he felt a vague sense of danger surrounding him. He was startled and subconsciously looked up and reached for his waist with one hand.

But it was too late, a cold foreign object passed through his throat and into his mouth, directly impaling his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Donor, how does my specially made wooden fish stick taste?"

Chun Shang covered his throat, which was like a spring, with one hand. His pupils dilated with fear. He stared at Master Jueyuan intently, and a gurgling sound of water came from his throat.

Master Jueyuan still had that indifferent expression. He exerted a little force with his skinny hands, and the specially made wooden fish hammer penetrated Chunshang's brain directly, severing his life.

Monk Wei was not idle either. He had already knocked Chunshang's mother unconscious with a single blow.

"Master Jueyuan, you have violated the precept of killing!"

"Amitabha, killing a vicious dog does not count as breaking the precepts!"

Monk Wei found another dagger and stabbed him in the heart several times. After confirming that Chunshang was dead, he pulled Jueyuan out.

"Master, it's done, let's go!"

Master Jueyuan shook his head and asked Monk Wei to place Chunshang's body on a stool, then he wiped the wooden hammer clean and started beating it again.

"You go first. If we go together, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave."

Monk Wei was puzzled and looked at Master Jueyuan's waist again. He saw bright red blood staining half of his robes.

Master Jueyuan pointed at the Japanese knife at his waist and smiled bitterly.

"I thought I could live out the rest of my life hiding in a small temple, but I didn't expect that I couldn't escape. It seems that it's all fate. If I were a few decades younger, with my Shaolin Kung Fu, these Japanese devils would never be able to hurt me! Cough cough cough!"

Master Jueyuan's body trembled slightly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Go ahead. Remember, kill all the Japanese devils. This will settle their karma and send them to the Western Paradise!"

Monk Wei was prepared to fight to the death to kill Chunshang, but was caught by the devils outside. Unexpectedly, Master Jueyuan took action and killed Chunshang, so he had the opportunity to knock out Chunshang's old mother.

"Master, even if I have to carry you on my back, I will carry you out!"

Master Jueyuan waved his hand.

"If I don't go to hell, who will? I have to stay here, otherwise the Japs outside will get suspicious. Let's go!"

When Master Jueyuan saw that Monk Wei was still hesitant, he shouted at him sternly.

"Hurry up and leave! Do you want me to die in vain?"

Monk Wei gritted his teeth, knelt on his knees, kowtowed three times, then gently opened the door.

"Amitabha, Master Jueyuan asked me to buy some instruments for the ritual later."

The Japanese officer looked into the room. The dim light made Chun Shang's face a little blurry, but he was still sitting there fine, as if he was in a trance.

"Monk, why is Chun Shangjun not moving?"

The translator came over and began to show off his pitiful Buddhist wisdom.

"Taijun, in Buddhism, this is called entering into a state of concentration. It means that when you hear a great monk talking about Buddhism, you will comprehend the essence of Zen and begin to travel around the world!"

"Yoshi, Huang Sang, you have done a great deed by finding such a powerful monk! Go with him to buy things, and come back soon!"

The interpreter bowed and nodded to say goodbye to the Japanese officer, then he seemed like a different person, shaking his head and leading Monk Wei out.

As soon as Monk Wei left the headquarters, he made a gesture to retreat to Wang Xikui and the other man in the distance.

Erdan saw Monk Wei through the telescope.

"Platoon leader, the company commander has signaled us to retreat!"

"Retreat as planned!"

After Wang Xikui and the other man finished talking, they packed up their things, dismantled their guns, and prepared to leave the city.

Wei Dayong led the translator into a small alley. The fat and bloated translator was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Monk, what exactly do you want and where can you buy it?"

Monk Wei stopped and slowly turned around.

"I don't want anything but your life!"

After saying that, he rushed over, firmly held down the translator's hand that was pulling out the gun, punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious, then strangled him by the neck, killing him.

"Traitor dog, go underground and translate for your master!"

Monk Wei quickly dealt with the interpreter as if he were dragging a dead dog, tied a stone to his body, threw him into the cesspool, clapped his hands, and spat.

According to the retreat plan, Monk Wei, Wang Xikui and Erdan met at the city gate. Looking at the three or four Japanese devils and a dozen puppet soldiers at the city gate, it seemed that the focus of the Japanese devils' defense today was really on the memorial service at the headquarters, so they felt relieved.

"Wang Xikui, give me the rifle, and you guys follow me with your pistols. If the situation doesn't go right, just shoot and force your way in!"

Monk Wei put the two spears wrapped in rags on his back, adjusted his facial expression, a look of great compassion emerged on his face, and walked towards the city gate.

"Stop, monk, what are you carrying?"

Ergouzi, a puppet soldier with his hat tilted on, came up and stared at the cloth bag on Monk Wei's back with ill intentions as if he was going to extort money from him.

"Amitabha, fellow donors, guess what I am reciting?"

After saying this, Monk Wei gestured at his arms and legs, and then prepared to take off the cloth bag.

"Damn it, this is so unlucky, I'm carrying a dead person's bones, get out of here!"

Monk Wei put the cloth bag on his back and immediately quickened his pace towards the city gate.

“Beep, beep, beep!”

A burst of urgent whistles was heard, and a large group of Japanese soldiers rushed towards the city gates like crazy.

"Close the gates, Lieutenant Colonel Harukami has been assassinated!"

The four devils were the first to react, but it was too late.

When Monk Wei heard the whistle, he knew that something bad was going to happen, so he took the initiative and knocked down a puppet soldier, snatched a gun, and then rolled behind the sandbags.

Wang Xikui and Erdan also took out their pistols and fired at the Japanese.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance company outside the city gate heard the gunshots and began to attack the city gate. Under the powerful firepower, the city gate was quickly breached.

Three people rushed out, joined the main force, and then quietly retreated to the base.

When I returned to the base and looked at the monk who came back alone, I guessed roughly what happened.

"It's a pity that old monk Jueyuan died. Order the soldiers to build a temple for the old monk!"

Zhang Gang's eyes were moist. The Japanese were committing evil deeds in China, and even the pure Buddhists were united in their hatred of the enemy. It was for the sake of national justice!

"Master Jueyuan died a worthy death. I will report to the headquarters immediately and ask for credit for Master Jueyuan!"

Wang Meng was somewhat disappointed. During the war of resistance, the Chinese people paid a huge sacrifice of 2100 million people. These may only be numbers on paper in the future, but at present, they are fresh lives and touching deeds.

"I will never reconcile with the Japs! Blood debt must be paid with blood!"

"eye for eye!"