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

Two men, each holding two grenades, arrived at the house where the puppet soldiers lived.

"Good sir! Spare us! We usually just follow the orders of the Japanese... we've never done anything immoral! We even had the chance to help the people escape the Japanese invaders!"

"Yes, yes, we are all good people!"

"Yes! Please, sir, spare us! We are just poor, miserable people..."

"We will never work for the Japanese again!"

As soon as the two approached the door, a group of naked puppet soldiers blocked the entrance, pleading and wailing through the crack. They had witnessed the entire battle firsthand, and their initial disdain for the laborers' fighting prowess had turned to shock and fear! Twenty-odd men had single-handedly withstood the Japanese attack and annihilated them—it was as if divinely aided! At this moment, they had no thought of resistance whatsoever!

Just then, four young women came over and pointed out the people who had arrested them. They wanted nothing more than to tear these traitors apart and devour them alive!

"You're lying! You're the one who led the Japanese into the village and captured me! You damned bastard, I'm going to kill you!..."

"And him! He brought the Japanese into my house, killed my parents, and kidnapped me here so that the despicable Japanese soldiers... Waaaaah..."

"And him!"

"And him!"

After the four finished speaking, they hugged each other and wept bitterly, their hearts breaking and their livers and intestines trembling!

"Looks like you lied. Some things, once chosen, have no turning back! Remember to live with dignity in your next life!" Zhao Mancang said, pulling out the pin, banging it on the ground, and throwing it over.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, the door collapsed, and the puppet soldiers inside scattered and fled. Then, three more grenades were thrown into the room almost simultaneously.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Crash~~~"

Explosions rang out one after another, and then the house collapsed, burying the puppet troops inside completely...

"Come with us. Once we get to a safe place, you can all go home," Zhao Mancang said, approaching the four girls who were crying their hearts out.

“Go home?...I have no home anymore...none of us have a home anymore…” one of the girls, wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, looked up and said sadly.

"Can we...can we fight the Japanese with you?" another girl with braided pigtails asked, looking at Zhao Mancang with teary eyes and full of earnestness.

"..." The other two women also looked up at Zhao Mancang, their originally sad eyes suddenly brightening as if they had seen a glimmer of hope!

"...Let's go first, this isn't the time to talk about this!" Zhao Mancang was uncertain whether he could take these four girls in later if he really wanted to organize a team to fight the Japanese. But now was really not the time. Killing the Japanese was only the first step in escaping; whether they could return alive was truly uncertain!

"Are you all ready? Let's go!" Not daring to delay too long, he saw the group packing their weapons and luggage into boxes and called everyone to leave.

"Which way should we go? If we go along the railway for about twenty miles out of the mountains, we'll reach the Japanese steel plant, where we're very likely to run into the Japanese. If we go along the path for about six or seven miles, there's a fork in the road. To the east is Yangjiagou, and to the west is Chenzhuang. Both of these villages have puppet troops and traitors. Carrying so much stuff will easily arouse suspicion!" Da Zhao was obviously more familiar with the area and sought advice in advance.

“Yes, yes, Heiwa is from Yangjiagou. He was betrayed by the traitors of the puppet regime and was captured.” Gou Mao suddenly remembered Heiwa’s background and said.

“Let’s take the back road! At least we won’t run into the Japanese on the back road. Those puppet troops and traitors are just idiots, we don’t need to care about them!” Li Dadi said.

"I also agree with taking the shortcut!" Tiger chimed in.

"Alright! Let's take the back road then. We'll just be careful no matter what we encounter!" Zhao Mancang had no memory of this area. The original owner of this body probably had never been here before and was completely unfamiliar with the terrain, so it was best to listen to everyone.

Having determined the route, the group carried the boxes down the mountain along the path. Zhao Mancang specifically instructed them to put all the rifles in the boxes. He, Hu Zi, Da Zhao, and Gou Mao each carried a Mauser pistol on their waist, while the others each carried two hand grenades in their pockets for emergencies.

Half an hour later, the group had left the mining area and escaped the den of iniquity, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Third Master, seeing Zhao Mancang not far ahead, finally couldn't help but step forward and ask the question that had been bothering him.

"Cangwa, I've watched you grow up from a baby. Tell me, when did you learn to shoot a gun? And you even dared to kill someone! If I weren't with you all the time, I would feel like I'm a completely different person!"

"Hmm?..." Zhao Mancang couldn't help but feel nervous. According to the original owner's memories, he, like most of these laborers, had never traveled far from home. Aside from herding sheep, he spent his time helping with farming. He wasn't exactly timid or cowardly, but he also had no particularly outstanding qualities; for over a decade, he had been practically invisible. This sudden, drastic change was truly hard to accept!

According to the original owner's memories, their village was located deep in the mountains in a small town called Xiahou. The village itself was called Zhao Village, quite far from the town center. Surrounded by mountains, the houses were built into the slopes, making access very inconvenient. All the villagers shared the surname Zhao. Their ancestors had fled from war and settled here, eventually developing into a village. They cultivated wasteland, hunted in the mountains, and over several generations, it grew to its current size.

The village was inhabited by close relatives, and there were no landlords or gentry. Every family owned land, including several acres of mountain land, and they lived a decent life by hunting from time to time. Since the Japanese invaded the entire Yudu City last year, when the clan chief Zhao Renyi was appointed as the village head, every household had to hand over some grain during the summer and autumn seasons, but other than that, there hadn't been any major changes.

However, people have a strong sense of clan identity, and the clan head holds great authority in the village. Every year during the Lunar New Year, he leads all the men in the village to worship their ancestors in the ancestral hall. Whenever there is a conflict between families, they call the clan head to mediate, and the clan head's word carries more weight than that of one's parents.

"What are you talking about? Tell me what happened!" This question had been bothering him for a long time. He had wanted to ask ever since he first brought back the food, but back then he was living a precarious and hopeless life, so he kept it to himself. Now that he was temporarily safe, he wanted to find out what happened.

"I've thought a lot while I'm in this hellhole. I'm nineteen this year, I can't just live my whole life in a daze. People die in the mine every day, who knows when it will be our turn! I haven't even gotten married yet, I don't want to die here like a coward. Just think of it as being forced to see the light by the Japanese devils, from now on we'll fight the Japanese devils together and protect our people!" Zhao Mancang thought for a long time and came up with this excuse.

"You've finally figured it out?... When did you learn to shoot and fire grenades? I've never seen you learn that before," Third Master said, half-believing.

“That thing isn’t difficult. Just watch how the Japanese do it and do it the same way. You can do it now, can’t you?” Zhao Mancang asked back.