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

Upon hearing Shunzi's voice, Lao Yao turned around and took a closer look. The short, stout man at the front of the group was none other than Guo Benzhengci, and the men in black behind him were the mysterious people who had suddenly appeared in the county town today.

"Follow them! These guys are definitely up to no good!" the youngest brother immediately decided.

"Let's go!" The two men followed far behind.

To avoid attracting attention, Zhixia Longnan and his men abandoned their car and set off on foot towards Guya County. For these soldiers, walking dozens of kilometers was no big deal. By mid-afternoon, they were already close to their target, and the position of the Modao Regiment was in sight.

"These little devils can really run! I can't keep up!" The youngest son, being older, was already panting heavily as he tried to keep up.

"Let me help you!" Shunzi's legs were also sore and weak. He had never run such a distance in training. However, being younger, he was better than the youngest.

"Hold on a little longer! Once we pass Shijiawan, we'll be in our Modao Regiment's territory. The Japanese have come all this way, they must be after us again. Once we get into Guya County, we need to contact the militia and stop them all!" They knew this direction all too well; the Japanese were undoubtedly coming for them. Once they were in Guya County, they wouldn't be coming out again. Whatever they wanted to do, they'd all be left behind.

"Wait a minute! Why aren't the Japanese leaving? We need to hide quickly!" Shunzi quickly pulled Laoyao behind a big tree by the roadside and peered ahead.

The mysterious group of people were lying prone on a hill ahead, seemingly discussing something, while others scattered around, each taking out binoculars to observe. Clearly, they were conducting reconnaissance, though the uncle and nephew couldn't see what they were investigating.

"Climb the tree! Let's go take a look after the Japanese devils leave!" the youngest brother said, pointing to the tree.

The willow trees had already begun to sprout, and the drooping branches would be easily hidden from view. The Japanese had come from afar; they must have something important to achieve, and their target was undoubtedly their Mo Dao Regiment. We must not let the Japanese succeed!

The Japanese soldiers were busy writing and taking notes on the hill until dark before heading back, leaving two soldiers behind to keep watch. The uncle and nephew only came down after watching a group of people pass by under the trees and walk away. They exchanged a glance, chose a direction, and followed the path towards Shijiawan.

They were very familiar with this place, having traversed it many times over the years to gather intelligence in enemy-occupied territory. Since the Japanese had their eyes on this place, they certainly couldn't remain indifferent; it was good to inform their families in advance so they could make preparations.

"Who's there? Come out now! I'll shoot if you don't!" Just as the uncle and nephew were quietly approaching an irrigation ditch, a soldier shouted with his gun raised. Soon, a group of people rushed over, each holding a weapon and staring at them warily.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! It's us, our own people!"

"Yes, yes, yes, we're on the same side! We're on the same side!"

"Youngest brother? Shunzi? It's you! What are you doing here?" Just then, Xizi heard a familiar voice and walked over to ask.

"It's Xizi! Quick, where's the commander? We have important news to report to him!" Shunzi recognized Xizi's voice and said urgently.

"Brothers, these are Lao Yao and Shunzi, they're one of us! Everyone disperse, I'll take them to see the battalion commander!" Xizi was already a company commander, and the brothers, seeing that they were truly one of their own, naturally wouldn't make things difficult for them and dispersed to do their own things.

"Xizi, what are you doing here? Isn't this the camp of Battalion Commander Huzi and his men?" Shunzi asked in confusion after the group dispersed.

"Hehe, what time is it now? We've been here for ages! Only the militia and Da Zhao's battalion are guarding the county town; the rest of the battalions are all here! We're just waiting for the Japanese to come and have a good fight!" Xizi explained.

"Ah? Good! Good! That's good! That's good!" Although we don't know when the main force will arrive, as long as the brothers are prepared, we are not afraid of the Japanese coming. With the brothers here in our ancient county, we will not suffer any losses.

Soon the uncle and nephew met Battalion Commander Qingquan and recounted everything they had seen and heard. Upon hearing that the Japanese were practically right under their noses, Qingquan couldn't sit still any longer. Without a word, he ordered a platoon of men to bring the two men back! The two Japanese soldiers had clearly suffered greatly; their faces were covered in blood, making them unrecognizable!

……

It was already night when Zhixia Longnan and his companion returned to the military police battalion. The two men marked out the defensive deployments they had scouted on the sand table and began to ponder. The Mo Dao Regiment had clearly made preparations, using the terrain to their advantage to set up an ambush at Shijiawan, waiting for them!

The terrain here is an ancient riverbed, with hills on both sides. The riverbed, several miles wide, has dried up, leaving fertile land from the floodwaters. In early spring, the wheat and millet in the fields are beginning to sprout. The dozen or so battalions of the Mo Dao Regiment have set up positions on the hills on both sides. Anyone with eyes can see that the two battalions closest to the crops are bait; if they plunge in, they'll be devoured without a trace!

Moreover, the enemy clearly has more than just these; their artillery and tanks are lurking in some hidden corner, waiting to ambush them! Breaking through their formation won't be easy!

"Zhishita-kun, this Mo Dao Group is truly living up to its reputation! If we blindly attack without prior reconnaissance, we'll suffer a great loss!" Kunimoto Masaji, being the leader of a region, was no fool and recognized the power of this pocket formation!

"Hehe, you figured it out? I've said before that we can't be too careful when facing the Mo Dao Group. They are a formidable enemy, and we must be fully prepared!" Zhixia Longnan said solemnly.

"So, what should we do to break through the enemy's tight defenses?" Kunimoto Masaji pondered.

"Hmm, that is indeed a problem! ...Have our weapons and equipment arrived?" Tatsuo asked.

To increase their concealment, this group of people did not bring any weapons when they came; all their equipment was sent from the rear.

"We've arrived. The artillery, tanks, and poison gas shells are all in place and ready for immediate use," said Kunimoto Masaji.

"Alright! Here's what we'll do: transport all the poison gas bombs to the airport tonight, and order them to bomb this place at six o'clock tomorrow morning! The bombing must last for at least two hours!" Tatsuo Shida ordered.

"Yes, sir!" This time, Kunimoto Masaji had no more doubts. Seeing the enemy's formation with his own eyes, he knew it was all worth it! He believed that two hours of bombardment would be enough to severely damage the enemy, or even paralyze their position!

"Okay, hurry up and make the arrangements. Don't disturb too many people. Let everyone get a good night's sleep and be well-rested for tomorrow's big battle!" Zhixia Longnan urged.

"Hi!" Kunimoto Masaji responded again.