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

Kato insisted that Li Zisheng lead the way for the two men not only because he was familiar with the two towns, but also because of Li's identity as a puppet soldier! This universally hated traitor needed to quickly lead the two men through the exploration without being discovered under the noses of the Mo Dao Regiment; his own safety was of no concern whatsoever. Dozens of such a man dying wouldn't even warrant a second glance from the Japanese. With proper planning, even if Li Zisheng was exposed, it wouldn't implicate the Sasaki brothers.

On this day, a short, unassuming shopkeeper appeared amidst the bustling crowds of the Qili Township market, accompanied by a tall, obsequious assistant. This assistant was none other than Li Zisheng!

Looking at the bustling market, Li Zisheng felt relieved. With the streets teeming with people, who would care about an unassuming fellow?

However, the shock he felt was undeniable! The market was now completely different from what it had been a month ago. A constant stream of people flowed through it, every shop warmly welcomed customers, vendors greeted them with smiles, and even the laborers strolling around wore knowing smiles. It was infinitely more lively than the lifeless, gloomy atmosphere of before!

"Perhaps this is what a market should be like!" This thought unconsciously popped into Li Zisheng's mind, and the importance of the Mo Dao Gang in his heart grew even stronger!

"Boss, how about we go over there and have some pancakes? Our pancakes are really delicious, I guarantee you'll want to come back for more!" Li Zisheng said, pointing to the pancake stall not far away.

"Alright! Let's go try it!" Mu Shaojun naturally wouldn't object. The first task at hand was to familiarize himself with the environment, and it would be safer to blend in with the crowd.

There were already quite a few people eating at the pancake stall, chatting in small groups.

"Old Liao, I heard your son is already a militia company commander! Congratulations!"

"Brother Hu, you're too kind. He's just a militiaman, not even a formal member of the Mo Dao Regiment. Your second son is truly remarkable! Being recruited as a formal member of the Mo Dao Regiment means his future is limitless!"

"They're still training; who knows what the future holds!"

A mother's status rises with her son's, but so do the fathers'. It's just that people used to struggle in dire straits, so who would talk about these things?

But things are different now. People have their own land and a sense of purpose in life, and many things have emerged unconsciously.

……

Man Cang was at the Tianma Village parade ground, looking at the 1,500 newly recruited brothers. His sharp eyes swept over the entire field, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Begin the parade!"

"Yes!" Tiger accepted the order and turned to begin making arrangements.

That's right, it's a military parade. After more than a month of training, this batch of soldiers has completed their training mission, and today is the day for their parade report. Fifteen hundred soldiers stand in neat formation, carrying various weapons, exuding a chilling aura that soars to the heavens!

"All troops, listen up! First item: draw your long swords!" Hu Zi's voice echoed across the entire drill ground.

"kill!"

A thousand soldiers quickly dispersed, each wielding a long-handled sword, spreading across half the training ground to form a giant crescent moon!

Immediately, the entire crescent moon began to move, and everyone raised their long swords and charged forward in unison, their movements precise, crisp, and nimble, as if the entire crescent moon had transformed into a sharp long sword that sent chills down one's spine!

The crescent moon quickly moved to the other side of the playground and then swiftly returned to its original position. In this one back and forth movement, the entire move was executed. Each person stood there as if they had never moved!

This is a battle formation from an ancient battlefield—the Crescent Moon Formation! It can be used by three or more people in coordination. The more people there are, the stronger it becomes, and the greater its power. It is absolutely perfect for fighting the Japanese in bayonet combat!

Despite having had very few opportunities to use the Mo Dao in so many battles, large and small, it remains the cornerstone of their Mo Dao regiment! In future head-on battles against the enemy, the Mo Dao will undoubtedly shine!

"Second item, picking flowers and leaves!" Tiger's voice rang out again soon.

"Crack! Click!"

Immediately, a series of crisp clicks echoed across the parade ground as the soldiers sheathed their longswords, took out their repeating crossbows, changed formation, and began firing their crossbows.

"Shhhhhhh!"

A squad of soldiers charged towards the opposite side, firing as they ran. A dense barrage of crossbow bolts traced arcs as they struck the target fifty meters away. After charging a distance, the soldiers retreated rapidly, firing continuously as they went. By the time they returned to their starting point, all fifty bolts had been fired, each one landing on the distant target!

Immediately afterward, another group of soldiers followed closely behind. Until the entire team had fired a whole box of arrows, the targets on the parade ground were riddled with arrows. Many arrow shafts were hit by arrows from behind and shattered into pieces, but not a single one fell!

Is this still a crossbow? This is a submachine gun!

"Third item, a continuous rain of arrows!" Tiger's voice rang out again, and at the same time, the entire team changed formation again, with three people in a group shooting in a swarm.

"Shhhhhhh!"

One group finished firing and immediately reloaded, while another group followed closely behind. The entire drill ground was covered in arrows, a seamless and continuous barrage! If any Japanese soldiers were caught in this rain of arrows, they would be like rats crossing the street with nowhere to hide!

What's more, these are all training arrows without explosive properties. If they were to explode, it would be a living hell!

Next came a demonstration of various firearms. As soldiers of the Mo Dao Regiment, they not only needed to master these ancient weapons but also be proficient in using various firearms. Due to space limitations, they didn't fire live ammunition, but the menacing aura emanating from them was already palpable; they were definitely a force to be reckoned with against the Japanese!

Finally, we have Third Master's artillery company! They now have three Type 92 infantry guns and several mortars. Taking advantage of this recruitment opportunity, Third Master has finally formed his own artillery company.

The moment the group entered the fray, they quickly drew everyone's attention. Their actions—moving the gun, loading ammunition, aiming and ranging, reconnaissance of the artillery positions—excited everyone present! Although there was no live-fire exercise, every move they made was impressive to the soldiers. With such artillery support, they had even more confidence in fighting the Japanese!

"Well done, brothers! After nearly two months of training, you have all transformed from teenagers into qualified soldiers of the Mo Dao Regiment! I believe that when you encounter the Japanese devils, you will all have the courage to raise your weapons and fight to the death! Very good!"

"Our Mo Dao Regiment is the team that protects our fellow countrymen. Behind us are tens of thousands of our loved ones! We will become an iron wall to protect our loved ones. If the Japanese devils dare to set foot on this land, we will make them die here!"

"I'll fight to resist the Japanese invasion and protect my fellow villagers!"

Full of pride and boundless enthusiasm, he shouted loudly!

"I'll fight to resist the Japanese invasion and protect my loved ones!"

"I'll fight to resist the Japanese invasion and protect my loved ones!"

"I'll fight to resist the Japanese invasion and protect my loved ones!"

"Smoke signals rise, and the northward gaze is fixed upon the land..."