Bright Sword: An eight-year-old boy led a group to fight the Japanese invaders

The sun gradually set in the west, but the August heat did not decrease at all. Ichiro Takeuchi was very anxious when he saw that Wang Ye did not take out the photos and negatives after receiving the ocean and weapons.

"Captain, the ocean and weapons have been handed over. Can you give me the photos and negatives?"

"No hurry, the arrested people haven't arrived yet," Wang Ye took out the film, "The negative is in my hand. I will definitely give it to you after they have handed it over.

We Chinese people value keeping our word, unlike you devils, who are all villains who don't keep their word!"

Ichiro Takeuchi looked at the film in Wang Ye's hand and was very excited. As long as he took this thing back, he would be done.

As for Wang Ye’s breaking of his word, he didn’t care. There were so many Japanese devils, so he must be scolding others.

Wang Ye received a report from the reconnaissance squadron when those people got off the train.

They were very dissatisfied with the Japanese's arrangement of arranging trucks to deliver the goods, which made it impossible for them to do their job. Not only did it waste time, but it might also cause accidents to those who were already overwhelmed.

At 6:, the people in the front finally arrived. Wu Chengkai didn't know where the Japanese were going to take them.

Fortunately, the inmates around him brought their children with them, and they were among the first to arrive.

Wu Fenglin looked at the soldiers in the blue uniforms of the Eighth Route Army in the distance, and said to Wu Chengkai in confusion,

"Lao Wu, do you think that's the Eighth Route Army over there?"

Wu Chengkai was taking care of Wu Zhen. Hearing this, he glanced at Wu Fenglin and said, "Old Wu, are you sick? Why are you talking nonsense? The devils can hand us over to the Eighth Route Army...!"

"Eighth Route Army?" Wu Chengkai repeated, as if he had figured something out in an instant. He stood up and looked in the direction Wu Fenglin pointed.

Sure enough, there were many Eighth Route Army soldiers in blue uniforms in the distance, and tanks and armored vehicles could be vaguely seen.

He murmured, "How could the Eighth Route Army have tanks?"

"Don't stop, keep moving forward!" The Japanese infantry stood about ten meters away from these people and shouted at them.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

Wu Chengkai held Wu Zhen in his arms, pulled Wu Fenglin and whispered, "Old Wu, do you still remember the injection the Japanese gave us?

Do you think the devils are going to hand us over to the Eighth Route Army and let us get poisoned so that they can bring the virus to the base?"

Wu Fenglin looked at Wu Chengkai in horror, his eyes wide open, and said in a trembling voice,

"This... is it, it must be like this! How could the devils... the devils be so kind?"

After saying that, he turned around and shouted to his companions behind him, "Comrades, the devils have injected us with a virus, turning us all into pathogens.

Now they are going to hand us over to the Eighth Route Army. When we return to the base and the poison starts to spread, the entire base will become a purgatory.

We are steadfast fighters and will never become sinners of the country and the people, don’t you agree?”

The people behind were very happy when they heard that they could return to the base, but when they heard the following words, they stopped on the spot.

It only took about ten seconds for everyone's faces to change from the initial horror to the current calmness.

"No, we must not go back!" everyone shouted, then turned around and ran towards the train.

"Da da da……!"

The Japanese machine guns kept firing into the sky, otherwise, if the independent battalion had made it clear that these people must be sent over alive, they would have started shooting long ago.

"Everyone stop. If you run back, you will be shot on the spot!"

Unfortunately, the Japs' words had no effect at all. Although everyone staggered, they walked back naturally and firmly.

Just when the Japanese lieutenant colonel ordered to open fire, many soldiers from the independent battalion suddenly appeared around.

These people were wearing camouflage uniforms and holding assault rifles. The armored vehicles further away had already removed their camouflage.

The engine roared and rushed straight towards here.

Both the Japanese and the comrades walking back were attracted by the roars on both sides. The Japanese officers were the first to react.

"Enemy attack, prepare to counterattack!"

The armored vehicle stopped at a position of 300 meters. Wang Dabao, the captain of the first squadron, spoke on the intercom in the command vehicle.

"I am Wang Dabao, the captain of the first squadron of the Eighth Route Army Independent Battalion. We are in charge of this place now. Get the hell out of here!"

When the Japanese officer heard the translator's words, his face became terribly gloomy. When did the Eighth Route Army dare to speak so arrogantly?

But when he saw the Eighth Route Army tanks and armored vehicles all around him, as well as the artillery positions vaguely visible in the distance, he felt a chill in his heart.

As expected, the Eighth Route Army was very despicable and had set traps around. If they dared to act recklessly, they might escape more comfortably than the 20th Division.

"Everyone retreat!" The Japanese officer gave the order with gritted teeth.

After the Japanese left, the tense nerves of the nearly 2000 people finally relaxed, and many people couldn't help but sit on the ground.

Wang Dabao got out of the command vehicle, ran to Wu Chengkai and said,

"Squadron Leader Wang Dabao of the First Squadron of the Eighth Route Army's Northern Shanxi Independent Battalion has been ordered to welcome everyone home!"

When Wu Chengkai, Wu Fenglin and others heard the words "go home", they couldn't help but burst into tears, and many of those sitting on the ground were already crying loudly.

Wu Chengkai held Wu Zhen, Wu Fenglin and others and kept retreating, saying, "Don't come over, stay away from us!"

Wang Dabao was determined to fight the Japanese invaders, but this situation left him puzzled. It would be so nice to go home and no longer be tortured by the Japanese invaders, so why were they unwilling to do so?

"Everyone, the Japanese retreated on their own. We have arranged people to keep an eye on them. If they make any unusual movements, our soldiers can defeat them instantly. We will never let you get hurt.

Come with me now, there is a truck over there, we'll talk when we get back!"

Wu Chengkai said with tears in his eyes, "We can't go back. The devils have injected us with a virus. It won't be long before we get sick from the virus. By then, the entire base will be a barren wasteland."

Wang Dabao's face changed. The Japanese had no bottom line at all. As long as the person was not a human, they would do it. That's okay, that's okay.

Wang Dabao was very thankful, "Comrades, rest assured, we have already made preparations for your situation. You can get in the car now.

We have prepared an isolation hospital. You can go there first and return to the base after the virus in your bodies is cured."

Wang Dabao was afraid that they would not believe him, so he continued, "When our captain negotiated with the Japanese, he said that we cannot inject the virus into your body.

Who knows that the devils don't keep their word? When we return, the captain will definitely avenge you!"

Wu Chengkai and Wu Fenglin didn't know why the captain negotiated with the devils, nor did they know why the devils wanted to hand them over to the Eighth Route Army.

But when I heard that they had set up an isolation hospital and were going to provide them with treatment, I finally felt relieved.