Anti-Japanese War: When I get promoted, the system will explode with soldiers

"Little Liu, didn't you learn Japanese? Come here and let your uncle hear what they're saying outside?"

The man suddenly remembered his nephew, the little boy who had fled from Texas with his sister. He had learned some Japanese at a Western-style school.

The child must have been frightened on the way, but he could still hear what was being said outside. The gist of it was that there was no need to stay here anymore, and they should hurry to retreat to the city hall.

"You mean they didn't fight those police officers? They were driven back?"

A look of joy appeared on the man's face. The moment the Japanese soldiers entered the city, he wanted to escape with his whole family. After all, his sister had come from the north and said that these Japanese soldiers killed people without blinking an eye. But who knew that the Japanese soldiers were too fast and there was no way to escape.

At the time, I just wanted to find a place to hide the children. It's okay if the adults die; they've seen half the world. But these children are so young. I never expected that when I woke up in the morning, the Japanese soldiers would be driven back.

"I didn't study that well, so I only heard things like heavy casualties, orders from the division, and retreating to the city hall."

The child looked worried. After seeing his uncle nod, he ran back into the house in a flash. In his opinion, the dilapidated house was safer than the outside. If he had to stay outside any longer, he would probably be trembling all over.

Of course, it's not the child's fault. During the retreat from the north, he witnessed a two-year-old child being impaled by Japanese soldiers with bayonets and thrown into a fire. It had been three whole nights since then. He either wouldn't sleep at all, or if he did fall asleep, he would immediately have nightmares and cry for a long time after waking up.

Just as the man was about to ask something, the sound of Japanese soldiers' leather shoes came from outside. The sound was loud at first, but then it got quieter and quieter, clearly indicating that they were withdrawing from outside.

"Is Brother Sun home? The Japanese are all gone. Hurry up and check on your shop. A few windows are broken. The Japanese set fire to the wooden planks before they left. Come and take a look."

Upon hearing this, the family immediately became anxious. They were running a small business, and if the shop burned down, they would lose everything. They quickly grabbed some tools and ran over from the alley.

Many people had already come out onto the street, but they were all familiar faces. Although some shops on both sides were on fire, it was obvious that the Japanese had left in a hurry and hadn't poured gasoline or anything, so the fire started relatively slowly. With everyone's help, the fire was quickly extinguished.

"Why is there so much blood on the ground? Oh my god, these are Japanese soldiers' corpses!"

After finally putting out the fire, we saw blood everywhere on the street, some of it already dried.

"Don't make a fuss about these Japanese soldiers being dead. If you don't want to get sick, each family should send two strong men, find some old sandals or something, and drag these Japanese soldiers' corpses to the intersection ahead. Someone will come to take care of them tonight."

Just as they were in a state of confusion and didn't know what to do, several policemen suddenly appeared from the side path.

"Captain Jia, it's you guys! I told you long ago, you're all heroes. How could you run away when trouble comes? You must have gone to find a way to fight the Japanese."

Looking at the small business owner in front of him, Captain Jia didn't know what to say. The other day, when the brothers wanted to owe him a meal, he wouldn't let them. Now he's showing this kind of attitude again. However, Captain Jia was too lazy to argue with him about this matter.

"Hurry up and go home to find old straw mats and rags to carry these Japanese soldiers to the crossroads. When I have enough gasoline, burn them as soon as possible. Otherwise, these corpses can easily spread disease, and this is a matter of your own life and death. Anyone who is unwilling to take anything out can just wait to get infected."

After a night of fierce fighting, Captain Jia and his forty-odd brothers had thoroughly exhausted the Japanese soldiers on the street. Of course, they were also very tired and just wanted to find a place to sleep. However, they knew that the streets were not safe and that the main force from outside the city had not yet entered.

"Quick, quick, don't just stand there! Didn't you hear what Captain Jia said? If these Japanese corpses rot here in the sun, none of us will escape. We'll all get a bunch of diseases. Go home and find some old straw mats. If you don't have any, you'll have to bring out new ones."

These people were all doing business in the provincial capital, so they naturally knew how deadly this corpse was. If it really started to stink in a few days, many of them probably wouldn't be able to survive.

"Bageya Road..."

Just as everyone was preparing to go home, a dozen or so Japanese soldiers appeared on the street in the distance. These men were divided into two rows and were retreating rapidly from the south of the city. When they saw the civilians in front of them, they immediately raised their guns.

Chug tug tug…

Before the Japanese soldiers could even cock their rifles, three Czech light machine guns on the high-rise buildings on both sides opened fire. These Japanese soldiers never expected that there would be three light machine guns stationed on an extremely ordinary street in the provincial capital.

Unfortunately, the current situation no longer gives them the opportunity to raise questions.

More than half of the Japanese soldiers were shot through instantly. Captain Jia and his men quickly pulled the civilians aside, and for those who were too slow, they could only kick them.

Although the people were in a lot of pain when they fell to the ground, no one said a word. They knew that Captain Jia and his men had saved their lives.

Captain Jia's men fired from both sides, beating the Japanese soldiers so badly they couldn't lift their heads. Then, some people on the rooftop started looking for firing positions.

In less than five minutes, these dozen or so Japanese soldiers were turned into corpses.

The surrounding villagers were dumbfounded, unable to believe that these policemen who usually extorted money and demanded bribes were now so capable, especially since there were more than a dozen Japanese soldiers involved.

"Old Hu, stop just watching and hurry up and get some steamed buns out. The brothers haven't eaten anything yet."

Captain Jia took off his hat; he was unbearably hot. He tossed a silver dollar to the owner of a nearby steamed bun shop, telling him to hurry up and get something to eat. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything all night, only those compressed biscuits.

"Put the money away. From now on, whenever any of you brothers come here for steamed buns, eat until you're stuffed. If I ask for even a single copper coin, I'm not a Hu..."

"I'm just sticking my neck out," Mr. Hu said.

His son was an officer in the 29th Army who was killed by Japanese planes while fighting in North China. He couldn't avenge his son, and these people in front of him were his benefactors...