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

"Yes! It's Dadi and the others!... Dadi and the others have sent a message!" Xizi suppressed her excitement, took out a crumpled piece of paper, and handed it to Mancang.

"Hmm!...Finally, news! It's finally here!" Just a moment ago he was saying that Xizi was unreliable, but now he himself was excited! After waiting for more than a month, news had finally arrived!

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In a small teahouse in Hanshui Town, Fujiang County, hundreds of kilometers away, Li Dadi and Diezi ordered a pot of tea and sat side by side. Sipping their tea while listening to the storyteller on stage, they were thoroughly enjoying themselves!

"The Mo Dao Regiment is truly amazing! They've won battles in all directions! They come and go without a trace, leaving the Japanese devils unable to find their way; they've taken down the two towns of Xiahou and Qili with their Mo Dao! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Boom ...

"Losing two towns and the county seat, the Japanese devils in Xiazhi won't stand for it! They called in several planes and more than a dozen iron turtles, all with great momentum to attack the county seat! The old devils are dreaming. First, they'll bombard the area with planes, then send the turtles forward. Once they break through the small county seat, wiping out the Modao will be a piece of cake!"

"On this day at the end of September, three planes flew into the sky! Bombs rained down relentlessly, relentlessly bombing the crowd! Houses collapsed in droves, and villagers lay in pools of blood! Some cried, some screamed, and the entire county town of Quanzhou was in chaos! The Japanese soldiers laughed heartily, forgetting all the lessons of the past!"

Just then, a rain of arrows shot into the sky, filling the heavens like fireworks! Whoosh whoosh whoosh, boom boom boom, an eagle was stunned by the explosion! Its rear end was blasted into black smoke, and its two wings flapped dryly; with a loud "boom," it crashed into the military camp, breaking into four pieces and smashing down a pile of broken tiles!

"The other two panicked and turned around to escape; however, it was too late, and the trap of arrows had already formed! One was bombed and fell down, while the other was just trying to escape while trailing black smoke; two of the three planes were destroyed, and the one that escaped probably didn't live long either! In the blink of an eye, the sky returned to clear skies!"

"The Japanese soldiers on the lower branch were terrified and ordered a hasty retreat! The turtles roared and their short legs pounded their butts; they ran as fast as they could out of the county, never daring to provoke the Mo Dao Regiment again!"

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"Good! Hahahaha! The Japanese devils have finally met their match!"

"The Mo Dao Group is truly formidable!"

"Those Japanese devils deserved it! Serves them right for bullying us ordinary people! They've finally met their match!"

"Arrogance will be punished by Heaven! The Mo Dao Regiment was sent by God to kill the Japanese devils!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the Mo Dao Regiment is full of gods! Killing Japanese devils is like cutting melons and vegetables!"

The people who come here to drink tea and listen to storytelling are all poor, hardworking people from the town. They usually do odd jobs for their employers, like carrying loads or pulling carts. When they're tired, they come to the teahouse to drink some water and rest, all hoping that the Japanese devils will be driven out as soon as possible. But all they hear is that the Japanese have occupied this place and seized that place today, and their lives seem to have no future!

When news of the Mo Dao Regiment reached this place, things were different. It was like a candle being lit in the darkness, and people saw hope again! Ever since the storyteller recounted the Mo Dao Regiment's achievements, the teahouse business has been booming. Many people linger here, hoping that the Mo Dao Regiment can reach this place soon and rescue people from their suffering!

Li Dadi and Diezi discovered this teahouse by chance and instantly fell in love with it. They often overheard people praising the Mo Dao Regiment and expressing their hatred for the Japanese. Even the airport incident was discovered through clues gathered at this teahouse, which led them to its exact location! This time, they chose the same teahouse as their meeting place with Mancang.

"Shopkeeper, two cups of Starry Night! Make it strong, my throat's parched after a busy morning!" Just then, an old man and a young man walked in. The old man carried a cotton-fluffing bow that was taller than a person and held a fist-sized wooden hammer in his hand. The young man carried a wooden handle shaped like a pot lid on his back and held a three-foot-long wooden ruler in his hand.

These two are obviously cotton-fluffing craftsmen who travel from street to street, which were very rare craftsmen in those days!

"Uncle Shunzi! Put the furniture here and keep an eye on it so no one will use it as firewood!" the older man said, placing the cotton bow against the wall.

"Don't worry, youngest brother, this is an old-fashioned thing, who would want it? Hurry up and find a place to sit down and have a drink of water, I'm exhausted after a whole morning!" the young man named Shunzi replied.

Don't let his young age fool you; he's a senior member of the family. The youngest of the family, who's in his late fifties, still has to call him Uncle Shunzi! This is quite common in the countryside and nothing to be surprised about!

"Chug, tug, tug, tug!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Oh no! The Japanese devils are coming!"

"Run quickly!"

"Haha, don't be impatient! This is just a little bit of my ventriloquism. I'm just showing it to everyone because you all seem to be enjoying it! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" The storyteller walked down from the front, opened his mouth, and took out a whistle the size of a marble, showing it to everyone.

"Hahaha, it looks just like it! It really does!"

"Amazing! This skill is just like the real thing!"

"Excellent! Sir, your skill is superb, I admire you greatly!"

"Clap clap clap clap!" Loud applause rang out in the teahouse!

"Storyteller! Tell us another one! Tell us the one about the Mo Dao Regiment robbing the Japanese grain transport team, that one was really exciting!" the youngest brother shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Yes! Just that part! We can't let the Japanese waste so much grain! Just hearing it makes my stomach full, and it saves me a meal!" Shunzi shouted along.

"Young man, you're right! That's the part we should listen to! It's awesome!"

"I'm talking about that part!"

One stone stirs up a thousand ripples; the two cotton-fluffing men's shouts were followed by a chorus of shouts from everyone. The story of robbing the Japanese soldiers' rations was the most popular; the Japanese had often stolen things from them! If their own supplies were stolen, and then the Mo Dao Regiment robbed the Japanese soldiers' rations, it was as if they had contributed to the Mo Dao Regiment!

Don't you agree?

"Alright, alright, let's talk about this part about stealing military rations!"

"Laohekou, a place with treacherous terrain, where Japanese grain trucks rushed along the riverbank..." The storyteller could recite it off the cuff; he'd told this part at least eighty or a hundred times, he knew it by heart! Combined with his superb ventriloquism, it was incredibly lifelike!

Li Dadi and Diezi sat to one side, feeling as sweet as if they had eaten honey. They never expected their story to spread so far! It had even left the province, and people were still hearing their tale! The feeling of being recognized was indescribably wonderful!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Just then, gunshots rang out from the streets outside! The Japanese devils are here again!

"The Japanese devils are coming! Run!"

"No way? Isn't that just storytelling with ventriloquism?"

"No, it really isn't! It really is the Japanese! They're probably just trying to steal things again! Quick, find a place to hide!" The storyteller became anxious and hurriedly opened his mouth to prove that it wasn't his performance!

"Oh my god! Run! Don't forget your tools!" the youngest brother shouted in a deep voice when he saw that the storyteller's mouth was empty.