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

The Japanese soldiers, who were lying on the ground to avoid the explosion, still managed to locate the enemy. Nagano Yokoo immediately ordered a pursuit. These people had not only robbed a grain convoy but also destroyed a secret base. It was safe to say that Nagano Yokoo wouldn't be able to sleep soundly until he had captured them; who knew what earth-shattering things they might do next!

But if this group openly showed themselves, what about Sato Toyohiro and his men? Didn't they notice that the enemy was allowing them to fire their grenade launchers so calmly?

Wait a minute! Where did they get a grenade launcher? A bad feeling crept into my heart. Could it be that Sato Toyohiro and the others got lost in the mountains? That shouldn't be the case!

However, the answer quickly became clear. When Nagano Yokoo led his men to that desolate mountain, the old devil's eye twitched violently! Were those people really that powerful? How could arrows possibly kill such brave Imperial soldiers?

"Pursue!" Nagano Yokoo put away a rocket stuck in the ground and, without even checking on the soldiers, ordered a pursuit.

At this moment, his mind was in turmoil, because he had seen such arrows before! They were the very arrows that his junior had reported to him about—those lowly people from Zhao Village who had been wiped out!

They're just a bunch of peasants, how could they have accomplished so much? They're such failures! They've repeatedly suffered at the hands of these lowly people!

As a soldier, victory and defeat are common occurrences on the battlefield, but how could he accept being defeated by a group of lowly people using such simple weapons?

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Just as he was filled with resentment and anger, two more explosions rang out. Without even looking, it was two more grenades fired from grenade launchers that exploded! The Japanese soldiers instinctively scattered and lay prone on the ground to take cover. The enemy's figure flashed by not far ahead, as if the distance had closed a little.

"Pursue them! Don't let them escape!" Nagano Yokoo quickly ordered. It seemed these two words were the ones he repeated most often!

In the midst of this chase, they had already gotten quite far from Huluzui. They would occasionally fire a couple of shots to intercept the pursuers, maintaining a constant, not-too-close, not-too-near distance. By noon, Mancang and his men themselves had no idea where they were. But now was not the time to figure it out; the Japanese were still hot on their heels!

"Uncle Cang! There's a cave over there. Should I go lure the Japanese away so we can all go in and rest for a bit? We're all too tired to run anymore!" Tiger said, pointing to the cave not far away.

"Alright! Mancang will go with you, and bring the grenade launcher." Mancang glanced at the cave and agreed. The brothers hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. Today, the Japanese discovered that they had transported flour home before. The continuous running around all morning was really exhausting.

"Alright!" the two agreed, clutching their grenade launchers and grenades as they walked away. The remaining four hurried to the cave entrance, and after confirming there was no danger, quickly crawled inside, guns at the ready.

After a while, the Japanese soldiers, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, chased after them. Some of them spotted the cave as they passed where the Japanese had been standing. But before they could make a move, two grenades exploded nearby! The Japanese had been bombed countless times that morning and were now numb to the explosions. They fired a few perfunctory shots and then gave chase.

The four men in the cave breathed a sigh of relief when the Japanese soldiers left, and only then did they have time to examine the cave in front of them.

The cave was only about half the size of a house. The ground was covered with a thick layer of silt that felt soft underfoot. Only one side of the cave wall was a single rock, while the other sides were made of broken stones. The air inside was very humid.

"Have a couple of bites of the Japanese canned food first. Once Hu Zi and the other two come back, we'll head back and let the Japanese wander around in this deep mountain forest by themselves!" Man Cang said, taking a can of food out of his pocket, opening it, and handing it to Qing Quan beside him.

“You eat yours, I have some too!” she said, pulling out a can of food as well.

“We have everything! We have plenty of food, and we even hid bullets when we were collecting them!” Shimizu said.

"That's good!" It seems I was overthinking it; the brothers who cleaned up the battlefield had prepared food for me.

……

In the ravine where the flour was stored, Da Zhao and his fellow villagers were loading and transporting goods onto more than thirty wheelbarrows. This time, they had the same idea as Man Cang and his group; so much flour and supplies couldn't be transported by their nineteen men alone in a short time. So, after discussing it with the clan chief Zhao Renyi, Da Zhao and the entire village came, even Professor Song and Zao Hua joined the grain transport team!

When they arrived at the place, they were all shocked to find only Fujimoto Huang and his dog guarding it! Under Fujimoto Huang's guidance, they quickly discovered two Japanese corpses and immediately understood what had happened! There was no time to clean up the battlefield, so they quickly organized everyone to load the flour onto the truck and get it away. Once the villagers were safely sent back to the village, they would hurry to meet up with Mancang and the others.

"Where did Cangwa and the others go? There are so many Japanese corpses, there must be a lot of people chasing them! Will something happen to them?" Zhao Renyi asked worriedly.

"Chieftain, you and the villagers can rest assured! Our Uncle Cang has been through many battles. Look how many Japanese devils he killed, and not a single one of our men was lost? Uncle Cang never suffers a loss when fighting the Japanese! Let's hurry up and transport the goods back. After we're done, I'll go find Uncle Cang. I promise to bring those brothers back safe and sound!" Da Zhao persuaded again.

“I’ll go with you!” Just then, Zao Hua, who was not far away, said firmly.

"Young Miss, you mustn't run around! Don't forget that you and Professor Song are both registered with the Japanese. If they find out, they'll be chasing after you and trying to bring you back! Besides, this is a war zone, not a mountain climbing trip!" Da Zhao was really at his wits' end. This young lady was really causing trouble!

"No way! Don't worry, I'm not a burden. I know how to use this thing! I want to fight the Japanese too!" Zaohua pulled out a pistol and brandished it as she spoke.

"No way! Uncle Cang gave you the gun for self-defense, not for fighting the Japanese! Besides, this is a race against the Japanese, not a small skirmish! If you really want to fight the Japanese with the brothers, wait for Uncle Cang to come back and let you train with the brothers. As long as you complete all the tasks, we won't stop you!" Da Zhao said earnestly.

"Huh? There are indicators? What are they?" Zaohua immediately grasped the key point.

"We'll talk about that when we get back. Our task now is to get to work quickly and not let Cang Ye and the others drag things out for too long!" Da Zhao said.

“Girl! He’s right! Now is not the time to talk about these things! I’ll train with you when we get back, and we’ll definitely be able to meet our targets!” Professor Song added, trying to persuade her.

"Well... alright!" Since Professor Song had already spoken, she naturally couldn't insist any further, but she couldn't forget this indicator.