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

"Even beasts can't understand human taste!" Li Dadi cursed inwardly, then quietly slipped out of the mess hall carrying a kettle and several large bowls. It was now pitch black; apart from the soldiers on duty, all the Japanese soldiers were enjoying themselves in the mess hall—the perfect time for a fire attack.

"Here to bring everyone water again? Oh my! Your good citizen! Quickly pour me a bowl!" The Japanese soldier on duty called out to the young man from afar as he carried a water jug ​​and a stack of bowls.

"Alright! I specially cooked ginger soup tonight to keep warm. Drink more, sir!" Saying this, he poured a large bowl of ginger soup for the Japanese soldier and handed it to him.

"Yosh! It's spicy and sweet, so refreshing!" the Japanese soldier exclaimed after taking a sip of the ginger soup.

These Japanese devils naturally knew that ginger could ward off the cold; they had certainly drawn much knowledge from China's treasure trove of wisdom! But since the invasion of China, who would have thought to make ginger soup for them to keep warm? So at this moment, he was moved, moved as if he were being cared for by family.

Before long, all the Japanese soldiers were drinking ginger soup, and they felt a growing fondness for this thoughtful young Chinese man, praising him as a good citizen.

"Gentlemen, please have your drinks first. I'll go over there and give a brief summary!" Having successfully gained the trust of these Japanese soldiers, Li Dadi decided to take action, pointing to the area covered by the camouflage cloth.

"Hahaha, go! Go! In your Chinese language, water and fire are merciless, don't hold back!" a squad leader said with a loud laugh.

"Haha, the Japanese officer knows us too well!" Li Dadi said with a forced smile, then quickly moved towards the direction with his legs crossed, looking exactly like someone who had been holding in their pee for a long time and was about to pee!

"Hahaha, this guy is hilarious!"

Laughter from a group of Japanese soldiers came from behind!

He quickly moved behind the camouflage cloth, lifting a corner, and a strong smell of gasoline hit him. Li Dadi glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly ducked back inside and covered himself with the camouflage cloth again. He had confirmed the presence of fuel here last night, and after receiving the order to "fire attack tonight," he had thought of this place. So much fuel, once ignited, would be enough to give those Japanese devils a run for their money!

There was still some distance between here and that row of buildings, and the patrol passed by every half hour. This meant he had to start the fire quickly and return to the mess hall without being detected by the Japanese. After all, he had four comrades and so many girls to rescue; premature exposure would be disastrous!

However, Li Dadi was naturally prepared. He took out a can from his pocket, which contained the charcoal he had collected while burning the pot. He opened the can, blew away the ash left from the burning, and poured the glowing embers in front of a gasoline drum. Then, he walked a few meters away to the gasoline drum, estimated the distance, took out a kitchen knife, and began to cut at the bottom of the drum. His purpose was clear: to cut open the gasoline drum and let the gasoline flow out. By the time the gasoline met the charcoal, he would be back in the canteen, and no one would suspect him.

A kitchen knife isn't a specially crafted weapon, and cutting through a gasoline can took considerable effort. His arm ached as a trickle of gasoline seeped from the crack. He widened the gap by inserting the blade, and the gasoline, under pressure, shot out like a water jet, splashing onto the camouflage cloth and forming a small stream on the ground!

"Done!" Li Dadi silently thought to himself, quickly pulled away, crawled out of the camouflage cloth, lifted a corner to make the space inside bigger, followed the pile of oil drums to the front, and seeing that no one was around, pretended to pull up his pants and walked back.

"Hahaha, are you no good? You took so long to take a piss?" The Japanese soldier on duty teased him when he returned after such a long time.

"...You've been holding it in for a while now, have you all finished your drinks?" Li Dadi didn't have time to chat idly with the Japanese soldiers; he needed to get back to the mess hall before the fire started to organize everyone's evacuation.

"I've finished it! Your ginger soup is absolutely delicious! It makes me feel warm and comfortable all over!"

"That's good! That's good! We'll continue to make ginger soup for you gentlemen tomorrow!" Li Da said, tidying up with his hands and feet. After finishing, he quickly returned to the dining hall with the empty kettle and a large stack of teacups.

The mess hall was still bustling with activity. The youngest uncle and nephew, along with the storyteller, were still performing energetically on stage. When the storyteller saw Li Dadi return, he cast an inquiring glance at him. Li Dadi nodded imperceptibly, put down his water jug, and went to Diezi's side, signaling her to get ready. The storyteller understood and sang even more enthusiastically! Diezi glanced at the woman struggling in the arms of the various Japanese soldiers, her eyes filled with pity.

Time ticked by, but the raging fire everyone had been waiting for still hadn't appeared. Several people took turns casting questioning glances at Li Dadi, making him feel increasingly uneasy!

"boom!"

Just when everyone thought the ignition had failed, a loud bang was heard, followed by a blinding light that made the outside as bright as day!

"Baka! What's going on?" Sakata Gintoki, who was just getting into a good mood, was so frightened by the sudden explosion that he trembled and went limp! He might end up with a chronic illness and become a eunuch for the rest of his life!

"Fire! Gasoline is on fire! Put out the fire quickly!"

Shouts from Japanese soldiers echoed through the courtyard, and soon the entire courtyard was in chaos as patrolling and guarding Japanese soldiers frantically searched for water to put out the fire!

"Baka! Sasaki, take a small team to keep watch, the rest of you go out and put out the fire!" Sakata Gintoki quickly ordered.

A sudden fire might be arson by the enemy, so someone must be on guard to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the chaos to invade.

"Yes, sir!" The group immediately obeyed and went out to put out the fire.

"Boom boom boom!"

More gasoline drums were ignited, and the area where the materials were stored was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The spilled gasoline sprayed far and wide, and the fire quickly spread to the tarmac.

"Quick! Save the helipad first!" Sakata Gintoki shouted.

The fire in the fuel depot is already very difficult to extinguish; ensuring it doesn't spread further is the best course of action. If the aircraft is damaged, this person in charge will be finished!

"Hey!" The Japanese soldiers, technicians, and pilots quickly pulled hoses to conserve water and rushed to the tarmac. The airport's fire-fighting facilities were quite complete. They just hoped that if everyone acted quickly, they could save the plane and have a chance to redeem themselves!

Will the brothers on the mountain grant their wish?

of course not!

"It's done! Dadi and the others have succeeded! Let's make our move!" The brothers on the mountain couldn't help but shout as they saw the blazing fire attack.

"Let the fire burn a little longer! It'll be warmer if it scorches a bit more on such a cold day!" Mancang said unhurriedly.

"..." The brothers were all speechless. So they came all this way just to warm themselves by the fire?

Alright! Let's grill it then! Anyway, they're not in a hurry, and it would be a waste not to grill it over such a big fire!

The saying goes, "The fire will rise once, decline twice, and be exhausted three times." The Japanese are on high alert as soon as the fire starts, so it's not too late to strike when they relax!