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

"Haha! Mantun and the others have come to rescue us! Brothers, hold on! Kill!" Manxin and his men, trapped inside, were greatly encouraged to see the Japanese retreat. They had destroyed two tanks and fought the Japanese for so long; finally, reinforcements had arrived!

Unfortunately, only about twenty men remained capable of fighting, each wielding a long-handled sword, completely surrounded by the Japanese soldiers and unable to reunite with Mantun and his group. Seeing Mantun and his men also trapped, the Japanese were increasingly anxious. It was unwise to rely on long-handled swords to kill so many Japanese soldiers; one wrong move and even Mantun and his men would perish!

"Brothers, keep singing! Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus! Now is the time to fight to the death! The mighty China must have all directions come to congratulate us!" Man Xin continued to boost morale, relying solely on his willpower! Whether it was his twenty-odd men or the people from Mantun's side, the slightest slackening would mean utter destruction!

"Brothers! Let's sing too! 'The smoke of war rises, we gaze northward across the land...'" Man Tun naturally understood Man Xin's intention and called upon everyone to shout loudly. Although many were tone-deaf, the chant still sounded so poignant and vivid at this moment!

The fighting within both encirclements was incredibly fierce, and the songs sung on both sides were equally mournful. As time passed, the two circles gradually drew closer. Finally, the two circles merged into one. The two sides exchanged a glance, and although they didn't speak, they both saw a resolute determination to die in each other's eyes!

At this point in the battle, it's nothing but bare-knuckle hand-to-hand combat. All strategies and equipment are useless; it's all about sheer willpower! Whoever gives up first will lose!

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On Wangyue Mountain, a group of miners in their forties and fifties kept a close eye on the battle below. When the Japanese arrived, the guards from the Modao Regiment all went down to fight them, leaving only Professor Song and his group of men hiding on the mine, waiting for news. Every shot and every shell below weighed heavily on the hearts of these men!

These miners were mostly elderly villagers from the neighborhood. Their sons had joined the Modao Regiment or served as militia members, while the fathers worked in the mines to earn some pocket money. This peaceful life hadn't lasted long; they weren't about to let the Japanese invaders take advantage of them!

"Professor! Professor! A fight has broken out! The Japanese and Man Xin are fighting!..." Old Huang rushed over shouting.

"Huh?...Didn't they start fighting a long time ago? It's been more than two hours..." Professor Song asked, puzzled.

"Yeah! It's been going on for so long, why are you still talking about this? The shooting stopped a while ago, so tell me who won? Why aren't the two bosses and Manxin back yet?" Old Liu urged.

"No, no... that's not how it happened! The Japanese blew up the stone dam and rushed over to fight Manxin and the others with their broadswords, but they were surrounded and beaten by the Japanese! ... Later, some more people came, but they were also surrounded and beaten by the Japanese!"

"...I saw a tall guy who looked like my son! And your kid was surrounded by cabinets too!..." Old Huang stammered as he recounted the story.

"What?... The kids are surrounded by the Japanese! How can this be? I have to go down and save my son!..." Old Liu got anxious as soon as he heard this. How could he sit still when his son was surrounded?

"...Stop looking!...They're the militia company commander. If they come, the village militia will definitely come too! Grab your weapons and go down to save the children! We're all old bones, but we'll risk our lives to protect the children!" Old Liu urged everyone.

"Yes, yes, go down and rescue them! We can't help with the shooting, but we have to help them fight with weapons! They're all our own kids!"

"Oh my god! How did we get surrounded by the Japanese devils?"

"Quick! Grab a shovel and get ready to fight the Japanese devils!"

"Damn it! We'll risk our lives to save the child!"

These words were a wake-up call. It turned out that all the villagers nearby had been doing was fighting the Japanese down the mountain with their own children! How could those old folks sit idly by?

"Wait! Bring the explosives! The Japanese devils are numerous and young and strong. If we continue like this, we'll just be throwing our lives away! Everyone bring the explosives and blow them up when the time is right!" Professor Song saw that everyone wanted to go down the mountain to save his son, so he couldn't stop them. It was much better for them to bring explosives than to fight the Japanese devils head-on with shovels and pickaxes!

"Good! This is good! Let's blow him up with explosives!" Old Huang suddenly realized what was happening and rushed into the warehouse to find explosives.

"Yes, yes, get the explosives! Get the explosives!" As if seeing a glimmer of hope, the crowd hurriedly went back into the warehouse to get the explosives.

"Don't panic! Everyone, don't panic! If you trust me, listen to my instructions! The best course of action is not only to rescue your loved ones but also to save everyone's lives! Going forward in this chaotic manner is just sending yourselves to the Japanese!" Professor Song shouted in a deep voice.

There are over two hundred people in the mine, most of whom are elderly men over fifty, with only about twenty able-bodied men in their prime. Naturally, these explosives need to be handled by these able-bodied men to maximize their effectiveness.

"Yes, yes, listen to Professor Song! We're all like old turtles who can't read a single word, so listening to the professor is definitely the right thing to do!"

"That makes sense! We'll listen to the professor! We'll do whatever the professor tells us to do!"

"That's good! Give all these explosives to these young people. They can go down thirty meters away and start shooting at the Japanese! Are you scared?" Professor Song asked without delay.

"At a time like this, we don't have time to worry about being scared! Saving lives is the priority, so just tell us what to do!"

"Yes! Saving lives is the priority, we have to go even if it means risking our lives!"

"That's settled then! You guys take the explosives and come with me. The rest of you, grab your weapons and act accordingly! Remember one thing: protect yourselves and don't cause any trouble!" Professor Song, after all, had weathered many storms and could still maintain some composure in the face of this situation!

These people are just ordinary civilians; they certainly can't be as brave as the brothers of the Mo Dao Regiment on the battlefield. It's fine if they can't help, but it wouldn't be good if they caused trouble for the brothers down the mountain!

Soon, a group of people came down the mountain with their weapons. When they saw the Japanese soldiers surrounding their relatives from afar, everyone panicked. They charged forward, their eyes bloodshot, and it was only after Professor Song cursed them a couple of times that they were finally stopped.

"Get the explosives ready, we'll sneak over quietly! The rest of you wait until after the explosion before rushing in!" Professor Song ordered.

The group gripped the explosives in their hands and nodded, their eyes filled with unconcealed fear.

After all, they were just ordinary people. They hated the Japanese, but this was the first time they had actually killed anyone. They were all terrified!

"Keep up!" There's no point in saying anything now, so I might as well set an example for them and let them learn from me!

Actually, this was Professor Song's first time doing something like this, but having spent so much time in the Japanese camp, he had seen a lot and wasn't too scared!