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

The laborers in the mine were busy as always, while the Japanese soldiers around them, holding rifles, listlessly drifted off into thought. Three consecutive nights of this had exhausted them! Not only were they not sleeping well, but they were also constantly worried about being haunted by evil spirits. These guys had done their share of bad things, and two had already died; who knew if they'd be next!

From that morning onward, the Japanese soldiers unconsciously relaxed their attitude towards the laborers around them, no longer speaking in hushed tones, and rarely taking out their whips to lash them, as if they had truly become afraid of the evil spirits that were claiming their lives.

"Oh my goodness! These little devils are so gentle today! Have they turned over a new leaf? They've been so easily subdued!" Tiger said, leaning close to Zhao Mancang.

"That's hard to say! Even a weasel will jump around in front of a chicken before eating it. These Japanese devils are much smarter than weasels; they might be up to something! We have to be careful!"

"It's been three days already. The Japanese soldiers are human too, they must be exhausted by now! Do you think that traitor from last night was scared out of his wits?"

"It wouldn't be much better if they didn't! Didn't you see the Japanese soldiers haven't even assembled? We shouldn't wash our dirty linen in public!"

"They're so fragile! What do we do tonight? Do the Japanese have any other tricks up their sleeves?"

"Definitely! These Japanese soldiers might just be trying to confuse us! Just wait and see!"

As the two men were talking, four Japanese soldiers escorted a burly man into the mine. The man was wearing a puppet army uniform and had bloody whip marks all over his body. He walked with a limp, as if he had an injury on his right leg!

"You! Hurry up and get to work! Don't be lazy like them, you'll die!" A Japanese soldier smacked the guy on the shoulder with the butt of his rifle and said menacingly.

The burly man glared resentfully at the Japanese soldier, rubbed his shoulder, picked up a shovel, and started working. His fat shoulders swayed back and forth like a wriggling green worm!

"Isn't this the head chef who served the Japanese? What happened? You're not cooking in the kitchen anymore, but here doing some renovations?"

"Look at that guy's size! He's so big, even a cook would starve to death with 800 pounds of weight!"

"You served the Japanese devils more diligently than you would your own father, and yet you still got sent here to work. What did you do wrong? Tell us so we can all have a good laugh!"

"Yeah! If we hadn't been served properly somewhere else, how did we end up here? Look at all that fat, it's a waste that he's not mining!"

These laborers, usually exhausted like dead dogs, were overjoyed to finally see someone who treated the Japanese like his own father suffer such misfortune. They worked while making sarcastic remarks, enjoying a rare moment of comfort.

"Don't even mention it! Those damned Japanese devils are inhuman! I don't know what got into that old Japanese devil from Nagano? He insisted on eating sashimi! Fine, fine, but he just sliced ​​the loach he brought back into thin slices, poured a dish of soy sauce on it, and served it to me. It was all bloody and disgusting, I don't know why the Japanese devils like this! But a little while later, he called me over and asked me what kind of fish this sashimi was?"

"Of course I told the truth: these are loaches sent from down the mountain, lively and fresh! But guess what? They said sashimi is made with salmon slices, other fish won't do!"

"How would I know? What kind of fish is salmon? Sashimi is just slicing live fish into pieces, isn't it?"

"After a beating and whipping, they sent me here! Fine! At least I don't have to worry about being scolded while working here. It's all the same whether you work hard or not! I'm not afraid! If you ask me, the Japanese are just despicable. They would rather be born than eat boiled fish. It's no wonder they're short and can't speak human language. They're still being plucked and drinking blood, not even fully developed yet!"

The three-handed man, with his exaggerated gestures and behaving like a wronged little wife, made everyone burst into laughter, just like a storyteller. Even though they didn't know what salmon was, it didn't stop them from mocking the fat man!

"Hahaha, this job of serving people is quite dangerous. If you're not careful, you'll end up like us and get beaten up!" Tiger laughed heartily on the side, thinking that these three bastards were really unlucky!

"Don't get cocky, though. This fat guy's got something going on; he's probably been sent by the Japanese to investigate that matter! Be careful!" Zhao Mancang immediately realized the fat man was suspicious. This kind of plot is all too common in later TV dramas: using a ruse to infiltrate the enemy, gather information, and then wipe them all out—it's all too familiar!

"What? You're saying that traitor is suspicious? How did you figure that out?" Tiger asked, puzzled.

"Look at his injuries. Would you still be able to swing a sledgehammer if you were in his shoes?" Zhao Mancang reminded him.

"Ah?...I see! Those Japanese devils are ruthless! Should we take care of this kid tonight too?" Tiger saw that the guy was really swinging the sledgehammer with great force and understood the intricacies of the situation.

"Let's talk about it tonight and see what tricks this kid can pull!" Zhao Mancang said, glancing over there.

Sure enough, this guy quickly made everyone laugh and soon became one of them, spouting nonsense and cursing the Japanese, bringing a bit of joy to the entire mining area.

That night, the Japanese soldiers maintained their tight defenses as usual, and the few wolfhounds still followed the patrol team around, but unfortunately, they couldn't stop the two men from their ghost-making endeavors. After a series of actions, they terrified the Japanese soldiers, leaving them trembling in fear, before finally returning to the thatched hut area satisfied.

But just as they slipped out from the cliff and returned to their thatched hut, a fat, chubby figure appeared in a corner of one of the huts and saw everything the two of them were doing!

"Someone was definitely up to something!" Three-Band's lips curled into a sly smile as he stared intently at the two men's retreating figures. With promotion and wealth seemingly within reach, how could he possibly contain his excitement?

Little did they know that this very muttering to themselves would give them away. The two had already been suspicious of this guy and had been on guard. When they were out causing trouble, they were naturally highly focused, not to mention constantly paying attention to their surroundings. That muttering to himself wouldn't have attracted any attention during the day, but the fact that he couldn't contain himself and had to mutter something at this moment made all the difference!

As they passed a thatched hut, the two walked discreetly toward the door, then turned the corner and hid behind the wall. A moment later, the plump figure peeked out and followed them.

However, before he could even see the two figures enter the house, he felt a tight grip on his neck as a large hand grabbed him firmly. Then, his head lolled to the side, his obese body went limp with a crack, and his eyes widened like cannonballs, never to close again!

Before the light shone on them, they quickly carried the body into a corner, avoiding the light, and carried the body back the way they came until they threw the fat man high off the bamboo grove.