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

The children's group checked the entire wall and confirmed that there was no danger before walking down carefully. They found a large number of Japanese soldiers in the Japanese barracks, dead!

"Count the number of people, then search, and be careful." Wang Ye gave the order carefully. He couldn't say for sure whether all the Japanese were dead or not.

Half an hour later, all the children's group returned to the barracks. After confirming that all the Japanese in the prisoner-of-war camp were dead, Wang Ye ordered,

"Turn on all the lights on the wall. Dabao, take the people to open the prisoner's door and get them all to come to the playground in the middle of the camp!"

Wang Ye stood on the high platform of the super field and watched the prisoners of war who were wearing ragged clothes and were in low spirits slowly walking out. He couldn't help but shout, "Liu, who doesn't want to die, hurry up, you are just dawdling and waiting to die!"

The prisoners who were called out late at night suddenly heard the authentic Jin dialect and were shocked. What was going on? Aren’t all the prisoners of war in the camp run by the devils? How could there be Chinese people?

When Wang Ye saw Wang Dabao and the others coming out, he knew that all the prisoners were already on the playground. He said directly,

"Let me introduce myself. I am Wang Ye, the leader of the Brave Children's Corps. We are here to rescue you.

All the guards in this prisoner-of-war camp have died. From now on, you are all members of my Children's Corps!"

The prisoners were wondering, what do you mean I am a member of your children's group? Did I agree?

Regardless of what the prisoners thought, Wang Ye continued, "Now listen to my orders. The Nationalist Army stands on the left, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army stands on the right, and the other troops stand in the middle. Each unit selects a representative!"

Seeing that the prisoners were silent, Wang Da Kui could not help but fire a burst of bullets into the sky. The "da da da!" sound of the gunfire made the prisoners agitated.

"Hurry up and move, are you used to being prisoners of war? Don't you want to leave here?"

After more than ten minutes, these people slowly divided into three groups. Wang Ye shook his head. This speed was too slow. It seemed that these people were badly tortured by the Japanese in the prisoner-of-war camp.

The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army on the right side of the playground had the largest number of soldiers, about 1200 people, and the Nationalist Army had more than 500 people.

The people in the middle were more mixed, including the Eighth Route Army, the Northeast Army, the Sichuan Army...

Wang Ye looked at the people in the middle and asked directly, "Congratulations on your successful escape from the prisoner-of-war camp. Now I will give you two a choice.

The first option is to join the Children's League and become a member of the fight against the devils.

The second option is for those who don't want to join the Children's Group. You can leave by defeating me or my sister!"

The people in the middle looked at each other, and a man in his 38s came out. He was 180cm tall, with a square face, messy hair and beard.

He was wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, and it was a single layer in the middle of winter, which showed that he had been captured in the summer.

He looked up at Wang Ye and asked in a hoarse voice, "I am Wu Gang, deputy battalion commander of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army. I want to know which unit the Children's Corps belongs to?"

"The Children's Corps is an anti-Japanese team formed by the villagers themselves. If we really want to identify a group, it should be the Revolutionary Party. After all, our village is under the leadership of the Revolutionary Party!"

Wang Ye thought for a long time and finally admitted that he was led by the revolutionary party. He couldn't say that he led himself. As an eight-year-old child, he didn't have much persuasive power.

"Then please ask Comrade Wang Ye to call out the leader of the children's group. After all, a matter involving so many people cannot be solved by a single child like you!"

Wu Gang didn't look down on Wang Ye. There were more than 2000 people in the square, and almost all the forces in China had soldiers here.

Even Wu Gang couldn't come out in such a complicated situation, let alone a child like Wang Ye.

Wang Ye stood proudly, with his hands behind his back, and said loudly, "I am the leader of the children's group. Most of the members of the children's group are children around 10 years old!"

As soon as Wang Ye finished speaking, the people in the square became restless. Although they were captured by the devils, they were not someone who could be led by anyone.

Even if they want to join, they should at least find a stronger unit, so that their chances of survival will be greater.

A man walked out from among the Kuomintang prisoners of war. He should be less than 30 years old, but he was already wearing a lieutenant colonel uniform. "I am Chen Changhe, the lieutenant colonel deputy commander of the 83rd Division of the Kuomintang Army.

I don't know what the Children's Corps is, let alone who leads you. Now that the devil is dead, we want to return to our own unit."

"Yes, we want to go back to our original unit." A man from the Shanxi Suiyuan Army who was also wearing a lieutenant colonel uniform walked out and said.

Wang Ye smiled slightly, "No problem. Anyone who wants to return to their original unit can leave tomorrow morning! The prerequisite is that you can defeat me and my sister!"

Wang Su walked to the high platform from the back and looked down at the three people who came out. "We, the children's group, have come all the way to rescue you with great difficulty, just to find more like-minded people to fight the Japanese together.

Now that you've been saved, you're actually opening your mouth to leave. I think you guys have no conscience at all. You're still called regiment commanders or battalion commanders. It's really shameful!"

The people below didn't care much about Wang Ye's words. After all, he was a boy when he was young. But Wang Su was different. She was a girl who was only a little over 1 meter tall. She had a 98k rifle on her back, an MP40 on her chest, and a bullet box and grenades on her waist.

The equipment was not light at first glance. It looked very easy for a little girl to carry so much stuff, which made the people below feel embarrassed.

Who knew that what was said would be even more speechless.

A young man with a height of more than 180 cm, tall and bald, came out. He looked up at Wang Ye.

"You keep your word, I can leave as long as I defeat you?"

Wang Ye smiled. Wasn't this the monk Wei Dayong that he had been thinking about? "Yes, as long as you defeat me, you can leave. Do you want to try?"

"Just give it a try!" Monk Wei was not afraid.

Wang Ye was very happy. He took off all the weapons on his body and jumped in front of Monk Wei.

"You haven't eaten enough in a long time, have you? Don't accuse me of taking advantage of you, you come first!"

Wu Gang wanted to stop them. When the two men stood together, Wang Ye's height was just as high as Monk Wei's waist. What if he got hurt? After all, he was their savior.

"Comrade Wang Ye, why don't you just stop fighting? Comrade Wei Dayong is the most powerful unarmed fighter in our prisoner-of-war camp. You are no match for him!"

Chen Changhe's face didn't look very good either. Although he didn't want to join the children's group, he couldn't do such a thing as beating his savior.

Liu Pingjiang, the head of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, grabbed Chen Changhe and said, "Old Chen, you don't really want to join this children's group, do you? Would you be happy to find yourself an eight-year-old leader?"