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

His heart was pounding, but the thought of the Mancang brothers traveling thousands of miles to Tianjin to rescue his family forced him to suppress his fear and muster his courage to continue. Besides, the die was cast; every minute of delay increased the danger!

More than twenty men climbed over the collapsed stone dam and approached the battle area step by step. The Japanese soldiers surrounded the brothers so tightly that they could not get through. The strong smell of blood could be smelled from afar!

No one had ever experienced anything like this before. Before they even got close, they all started trembling, their faces pale and they were almost vomiting. They could barely hold onto the explosives in their hands!

Professor Song suppressed his fear, took two steps forward, lit a bundle of explosives, and threw it forward!

"boom!"

An explosion rang out behind the Japanese soldiers, and the spray of sand and gravel rained down on them, instantly killing a large number of them who fell to the ground, their fate unknown!

Professor Song took the opportunity to crawl backwards on the ground back to the group, his heart pounding fiercely!

“Just…do it like this!…They’re all family inside…we can’t afford to delay…” Professor Song tried to calm himself down and grabbed another bundle of explosives, preparing to crawl forward. Several daring miners quickly followed behind him.

"Boom boom boom!"

Soon, a series of explosions rang out again, and more Japanese soldiers fell to the ground! Some Japanese soldiers finally reacted and turned around to fire a burst of bullets!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Several miners lay on the beach, bleeding profusely, their fate unknown.

"on!"

The remaining miners felt immense guilt seeing their comrades shot! If they hadn't been so useless, their fellow miners might not have died! Fueled by intense hatred, the group finally mustered the courage to follow the example of the previous group and rush out to throw the explosives!

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The continuous explosions finally caught the Japanese off guard, and the encirclement collapsed. More Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces and fell to the ground!

"Good! Well done! It's the villagers from the mountain! The villagers have come to rescue us! Brothers, kill these old devils!" Man Xin took a closer look and immediately understood what was going on, shouting at the top of his lungs!

"Good! Well done, fellow villagers! Brothers! The villagers from the mine have come to rescue us! Kill them!" Mantun shouted as he understood the cause of the explosion.

The men's morale soared, and they brandished their longswords, attacking the Japanese soldiers with reckless abandon. They had been locked in a stalemate, slowly being whittled down by the enemy, but the miners' attack had torn a gap in the tight encirclement. The brothers' spirits immediately lifted, and they saw a glimmer of hope for victory!

"Old brothers! Charge! Professor Song and the others have opened up a way out for the children, it's our turn!" Old Liu said, choking back tears.

"Charge! Fight the Japanese devils!" Old Huang shouted.

A group of miners, wielding shovels and picks, scaled the stone dam and rushed onto the beach, raising their weapons to strike the Japanese soldiers! Although these men were untrained and knew nothing of combat, the villagers were united! If one person couldn't defeat the Japanese, two would fight together; if that didn't work, three or five would join in. In short, they were willing to sacrifice anything to save the children!

The battle raged until the sun began to set. When Man Cang arrived with two companies of soldiers, the scene before him deeply shocked him! All the Japanese soldiers had been wiped out. The ground was littered with mangled corpses and the sand was sticky and soaked in blood. Some fathers were grieving and howling over their sons' bodies, while others were weeping silently over their fathers' bodies…

Many more people clutched their wounds in silence, their eyes glazed over, seemingly lost in thought.

"Save them! Save them quickly!" Mancang urged his brothers.

The brothers, who were stunned and speechless, suddenly came to their senses and quickly tore off their clothes to help bandage each other's wounds and stop the bleeding.

"Brother! Why did you take so long to come!..." Man Tun woke up when he saw someone bandaging the wound on his thigh. When he saw that it was his brothers, he pushed away the brother who was bandaging him, limped over to Man Cang, grabbed Man Cang's arm, and started crying.

“Mantun, what are you saying? Mancang got the news and abandoned the matter of Mafang Village to rush to Kill Ghost Pass. He even crashed his motorcycle along the way…” Qingquan was unhappy when he heard Mantun complaining about them, and stopped Mantun to argue.

"Brothers, you've suffered! You're all great!" Mancang stopped Qingquan, who was about to continue speaking, and stepped forward to help Mantun up, patting him on the back.

"Waaah... They're dead!... Brothers... Fellow villagers... They're all dead..." Mantun collapsed into Mancang's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

More than four hundred Japanese soldiers were wiped out by the villagers in the mountains, but they also paid a heavy price! Of the more than four hundred soldiers, only a few dozen are still standing! And every single one of them is wounded; none of them survived unscathed!

"I know! I know!..." Mancang patted Mantun's back to comfort him, his eyes welling up with tears.

“It was my oversight… My brothers have suffered! My fellow villagers have suffered!… Don’t worry, we will avenge this debt tenfold, a hundredfold! We will not let it go lightly!” Mancang said firmly.

"Waaah..." Mantun cried even louder. He had been holding his breath for so long, but now he finally found his support and could cry his heart out in his loved ones' arms!

It wasn't just Mantun who was crying; Manxin, Mandou, Huang Dakui, Liu Jinchao, and other surviving brothers and villagers all wept. The newcomers couldn't help but shed silent tears, and the entire beach was shrouded in sorrow...

At this moment, they were no longer militia miners; they were just sons and fathers like millions of other working people, and the pain of losing loved ones was heart-wrenching! Only those who have experienced it can truly understand!

"Alright! Everyone, pull yourselves together! Now is not the time for grief! Everyone, quickly treat your wounds, we must continue fighting! With everyone's efforts, we have eliminated the invading Japanese devils, but the battle of Mafang Village is far from over! Everyone, treat your wounds and go to the mine to recuperate. These departed loved ones will remain here for now! This is where they fought, and when the battle is over, we will use more Japanese devil heads to commemorate these heroes!" Mancang wiped away his tears and said loudly.

"Brother Mancang is right! The battle is not over yet, it's not time to be sad! Everyone should go to the mine to recover from their injuries. We can't let our situation delay the battle! We'll stay at the mine, guard our loved ones, and wait for news of victory!" Wu Zi shouted to everyone, bending over and raising his head.

His back was slashed open by the Japanese soldiers, and he couldn't straighten his back even though the wound had just been treated!

"Brothers, let's all go to the mine to recover from our injuries! Let the regimental commander and the others continue killing the Japanese devils to avenge our loved ones!" Professor Song shouted, clutching his head.

Soon, more people stopped grieving and returned to the mine with the help of their brothers. Liang Ping and Wang Min were brought over to treat the wounded.