I used the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to fight the Japanese.

The guy on the ground was stunned and thought to himself, "They finished so quickly? Tiger's hand speed is amazing. Isn't he already married?"

Now that he had succeeded, there was no need to continue the act. He looked up and saw that the Japanese soldier who had been watching him was already far away. So he got up and ran behind a large rock, grinning lewdly, looking like he had accomplished his evil plan!

After dinner, everyone brought out their spoils: seven or eight pieces of iron, a dozen or so wooden handles, a handful of gunpowder, and several handfuls of white clay. One of the wooden handles still had a fragment of an iron shovel attached to it; both wings had fallen off, leaving only the long, pointed middle section sticking out.

Upon seeing this thing, Zhao Mancang immediately thought of the "Mo Dao," a weapon used by soldiers in ancient times! The "Wujing Zongyao" records that the Mo Dao is seven feet five inches long, with a blade two feet long, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, tapering to a point with two sharp edges. It can be used for chopping, slashing, cutting, stabbing, and thrusting, but is more important for chopping and slashing. It can cut off a horse's neck in one strike. It originated in the Han Dynasty and flourished in the Tang Dynasty. It was a powerful weapon against cavalry!

The wooden-handled weapon before them was naturally no match for the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), being only a little over two feet long and not the wide-at-the-top-narrow-at-the-bottom type. But under the noses of the Japanese, it was undoubtedly the most lethal weapon they could obtain. If used properly, a single blow could be fatal when the Japanese were off guard! As for the explosives, they were just ordinary black powder; without detonators, they could only be used as ignition sources, with very limited destructive power.

"Not bad, not bad, everyone has made a good harvest. Let's continue collecting iron pieces, gunpowder, and wooden sticks like these. We have enough white clay for now, no need to make any more." Saying this, he put the white clay into a piece of clothing and placed it under his pillow.

Everyone hid what they had collected and went to sleep. After everyone was asleep, Zhao Mancang woke up Hu Zi next to him and gestured for him to get dressed and go out with him.

"What are you doing? Didn't you already eat? Are you going to steal more food?" Tiger said in a low voice as they left the house.

"Stop thinking about food! I called you out on a mission. Come with me to the mine. Stay close, don't let the Japanese find us!" Zhao Mancang said softly.

"Alright! Are we going to kill the Japanese devils? I'll go back and pack the iron plate!" Tiger suddenly became excited. Sleeping was nothing compared to killing the Japanese devils for revenge, and he was wide awake all of a sudden!

"Don't overthink it. What's the point of killing one or two Japanese soldiers out of so many? It might even drag the brothers down with us. Just come with me, and remember not to wander off!" Zhao Mancang said, taking advantage of the spotlight shining on them to walk towards the toilet.

After weaving through three layers of barbed wire and dodging the patrolling Japanese soldiers, we made our way towards the mine. We walked and stopped for a while until we reached the mine. We crept down into the dark, and finally, with no one around and far enough away from the Japanese soldiers' quarters, we could finally speak loudly. As long as we didn't shout too loudly, no one would hear us!

"Wow! When did you break that barbed wire? Is that where you usually come out? Aren't you scared?" Tiger felt relieved as soon as he arrived and couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

“It’s been several days! I’ll take you on a mission tonight, but starting tomorrow night you’ll be coming alone. Are you scared?” Zhao Mancang asked.

"What mission?... You mean I have to come alone? No way, no way! I was terrified when I walked over here! If the Japanese find out, we'll be in big trouble!" Tiger shook his head vigorously, looking scared.

“Then I’ll take you again tomorrow night, and from now on you can come by yourself. Let’s talk about this task first, the ghost-playing game, right? From now on, you’ll play the ghost here at this time, for ten minutes to half an hour each time, and then you’ll sneak back on your own. Understand?” Zhao Mancang said.

"Pretending to be a ghost? ...Are you trying to scare the Japanese? Won't we get caught?" Tiger worried again.

"It's just to scare the Japanese! But you have to protect yourself, you can't expose yourself! When you see the Japanese coming, leave quickly, go around them and go back to sleep," Zhao Mancang continued.

"This...good! I'll do it! I'm happy to mess with the Japanese devils!" Tiger got excited as soon as he heard that it was about pretending to be a ghost to scare the Japanese devils. As long as he could mess with the Japanese devils, even if he didn't scare them to death, it would still be satisfying! He was always bullied by the Japanese devils, so why wouldn't he be happy to have a chance to vent his anger?

"Let's begin! Hide and shout along with me." He said, pulling the other person behind a large rock to hide, and then started yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Give me back my life..."

The voice was mournful and shrill, sounding extremely eerie and terrifying in the darkness! Tiger, standing to the side, got goosebumps all over upon hearing it and stared at Zhao Mancang in utter fear! If he hadn't known beforehand that it was this guy making the sound, he would have wet himself with fright!

"Quickly shout along, try to make your voice as sharp as possible!" Zhao Mancang urged when he saw the guy standing there motionless.

"That's terrifying! No, no, I can't learn it!" Tiger was really scared; he'd never experienced anything like this before!

"Give me back my life..."

"It's very simple. Control the airflow to squeeze out the sound and try to prolong the tone. Give it a try." Zhao Mancang demonstrated again.

"Give me back my life..." Tiger puffed out his neck and tried to fall.

"Yes! That's it! The effect will be even better if the voice is a little softer!" Zhao Mancang encouraged.

"Give me back my life..."

"Give me back my life..."

……

So the two of them took turns shouting ghostly cries, and the eerie and terrifying sounds drifted through the mine toward the camp, becoming intermittent and filled with a terrifying atmosphere!

The patrol had just passed through the barbed wire fence when a faint yet sharp sound drifted into their ears. Several Japanese soldiers stopped in unison, gripping their rifles and carefully trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"Hmm? Inukai-kun, did you hear something?"

"Yes! It sounds like a baby crying! It's terrifying!"

"It sounds like a Chinese phrase, 'Give me back my life!' It seems to have drifted in from the direction of the rocky hill!"

"Huh? Baka! Don't try to seduce people!" the squad leader shouted sternly.

"Yes, sir!" The Japanese soldiers quickly stood at attention in response.

"Give me back my life..."

Just then, an even more piercing scream drifted over, and the squad leader heard it clearly! It was the same scream Inukai had given: "Give me back my life!"

"Baka! That sound is coming from the mine! Let's go check it out!" The squad leader was terrified when he heard the sound. If he didn't have to maintain his image in front of the soldiers, he would have run away long ago!

"Captain, shouldn't we avoid going? It's too far out of reach of the searchlights!"

"Baka! There are no ghosts in this world! Someone must be playing tricks!" the squad leader said, trying to sound more alert.

Only family members know their own affairs. It's normal for one or two wandering ghosts to appear after they've killed so many people, right?