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

Soon, Mantun led the four of them straight to the courtyard where Zaohua was. The seven fairies were gathered together, chatting and laughing, and their conversation naturally revolved around the handsome young men in the group.

"Father! Mother! Why are you here?" Seeing her parents arrive, Zaohua quickly stood up and hurried over to greet them. She accidentally aggravated her injury, slowing her steps and letting out a sharp gasp!

"Slow down! You're injured and you're still so clumsy!" The old lady quickly stepped forward to support her daughter and scolded her.

"Where are you hurt?" Zhang Youcai asked worriedly, examining his daughter.

"It only caused a minor internal injury and a fractured rib, but I'm much better now!" Zao Hua knew she couldn't hide the truth and told the truth.

"Both ribs are fractured?! Where is that kid? Tell him to come see me! What has he done to my daughter?" Zhang Youcai was furious when he heard that his daughter's ribs were fractured, and he was determined to confront him.

"Dad! What are you doing? It was just an accident, don't take it so seriously!" Zaohua quickly pulled the old man aside and tried to persuade him.

"An accident? My silly daughter! You almost lost your life!" Zhang Youcai said, stroking his daughter's hair.

"No way! We all have bulletproof vests, at most we'll just get hurt! Besides, this time the Japanese attacked from the back mountain, and there were only eleven of us guarding the village wall, and everyone was injured. Your daughter's injury is considered mild!" Zaohua explained.

"What? Eleven people? Where are the others?" Zhang Youcai was even angrier. What were the others doing while his daughter was guarding the city wall?

"They're all fighting the Japanese at the mouth of the valley! Father, Mother, let's sit down and talk! These are all the sisters from the regiment; we all fought the Japanese this time..."

It took Zao a lot of effort to calm her father down, and she felt a surge of warmth in her heart. In these chaotic times, being together as a family is true happiness!

As the group was talking, Mancang rushed over in a flurry. Naturally, he had to give a warm welcome to his prospective father-in-law.

"Grandpa! Madam! You're here! Good, good! I'll have the cooks prepare a few more dishes so we can have a good drink!" Mancang said excitedly.

"Let's put the drinking aside for now. Tell me how these girls got injured? What were you thinking, sending girls to fight the Japanese on the village walls?" Zhang Youcai questioned impatiently.

"Huh?..." Mancang was incredibly embarrassed! He had come all this way just to get scolded?

"Oh dear, Dad! Didn't I just explain? Why are you getting angry again?" Zaohua quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Never mind that! This kid needs to give me an explanation!" Zhang Youcai said angrily.

Meanwhile, the other seven fairies, watching Mancang's discomfiture, were all smiles, suppressing their laughter, looking on with amusement.

“Um…Grandpa, please sit down. Last time there were only a few people, right? These logistics personnel are trained and much stronger than ordinary civilians. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again! We’ve recruited over three hundred people now, and after training, their combat strength is no less than that of the Japanese. If we encounter the Japanese again, we’ll definitely protect them well!” Mancang quickly explained.

"Hmph! I'll believe you this once! But remember what I said today! I won't stand for it if these girls get hurt again!" Zhang Youcai was not an unreasonable person, and seeing that the boy's attitude of admitting his mistake was good, he didn't pursue the matter any further.

"Don't worry, old man! We'll keep our word and won't let them suffer any more harm! Unless all of us men are dead!" Mancang quickly said.

"Alright! Let's talk to our daughter, stop getting in the way! This is Platoon Leader Sun, one of her brother's men. Didn't you say you could cooperate last time? Go talk over there!" Zhang Youcai said, pointing at Platoon Leader Sun.

"Huh?...Okay! You guys chat!" Mancang was incredibly annoyed! He'd barely exchanged two sentences before being kicked out? The old man was so domineering!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After the two left, the joyful laughter of women echoed from the courtyard!

"Commander Zhao, my name is Sun Maosheng, a captain and platoon leader of the 358th Regiment of the 117th Division of the Central Army. The commander of the regiment is Zhang Yiliang, the brother of Zaohua! I came here to pay my respects as soon as I arrived in the county town after hearing about the famous Modao Regiment!" Sun Maosheng said politely, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Platoon Leader Sun, you're too kind! My name is Zhao Mancang. I'm just a group of brothers gathered in this remote mountain village to protect my hometown and its people. Platoon Leader Sun, please feel free to offer any advice. I told the old man last time that we won't join the Nationalist army, but we can cooperate with each other. As long as it's about fighting the Japanese, my brothers will never refuse!" Mancang said bluntly.

"Good! Commander Zhao's patriotism is admirable! Commander Zhao just mentioned that the troops are training. Could you show me around?" Platoon Leader Sun was very curious. What kind of training does a guerrilla unit usually do?

"Okay! This way, please!" With that, the two headed towards the back of the mountain.

With so many people, training in the village became too cramped, so they organized everyone to clear a space on the back mountain to use as a training ground. Tiger was leading a group of people in practicing with the long-handled broadsword. Chopping, hacking, thrusting, and parrying—every movement was precise and powerful!

"kill!"

"what!"

The sounds of whooshing and laughing rose and fell, and everyone exuded an indescribable aura of murderous intent!

"Hmm? This broadsword is quite special! This sword technique is also very interesting, exuding a domineering yet resolute aura, very powerful!" Platoon Leader Sun praised after watching for a while.

"This is a sword technique summarized by the elders of the clan, mainly used to enhance courage and strengthen the body! It has only been used once in actual combat."

To my shame, they always called themselves Modao (陌刀), but the only time they actually used Modao to kill Japanese soldiers was in the cemetery. Outnumbered, fighting the Japanese with bayonets was simply suicide!

Things are different now; with more people, there's a greater chance of bayonet fighting. Although there are more and more weapons available, this skill is our trump card for survival, and we can't just give it up!

"Can I see your knife? It looks unusual!" Platoon Leader Sun asked curiously.

"Of course." He picked up a long-handled sword and handed it over. "This is the long-handled sword. In ancient times, it was specially used by cavalry. It is said that it can cut off a horse's neck with one stroke!"

"Oh! It's quite heavy and very sharp! It's very difficult to wield!" Platoon Leader Sun immediately sensed the difference with the Mo Dao in hand.

"So we need to intensify our training! A well-executed swing can break a Japanese soldier's bayonet, or even cleave a body in two with a single blow!" Man Cang said proudly.

Without saying a word, Platoon Leader Sun took two steps forward and began to wave his hand in a manner that was quite impressive!

"Great! It's a good knife! Powerful! I feel like one strike could easily take down a Japanese soldier!" Platoon Leader Sun praised.

"Haha, if Platoon Leader Sun likes this knife, then I'll give it to you!" Mancang laughed.

"Oh! Great! The blade is sharp, the lines of the blade are smooth, and the weight is just right with the cloud pattern! I really like it! Thank you so much!" Platoon Leader Sun said, clearly delighted.

"I'm glad you like it!" Man Cang laughed. Being able to recognize the cloud pattern meant he was also a sword enthusiast.