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

A group of people dressed as Japanese soldiers and puppet troops, carrying rifles, swaggered down the path, standing on either side of a donkey cart. The four men, including Diezi, were even sitting on the cart's trunk with their hands tied behind their backs. Third Master, wearing clothes he'd gotten from the mule farm, led the donkey. At first glance, they looked like puppet troops leading a few Japanese soldiers to harass the villagers. The villagers avoided them, not daring to approach.

"Haha, Da Zhao, this is your true self! Look at your smug look, is this how you used to serve the Japanese?" Tiger couldn't help but tease Da Zhao as he watched him fawn over Zhao Mancang.

"Then you don't need to worry about it. Just tell me if it looks like it or not. That's called professionalism, you know?" Da Zhao wasn't annoyed. They were brothers who had risked their lives together, so a few jokes were harmless.

"You're really something! What do you call this? Enduring hardship to serve those above you? Tell me, what are you lackeys thinking? Why do you choose to be dogs instead of human beings?"

"Isn't it all because of the Japanese devils? Serving them is better than losing your life!"

"Alright, alright, you're full of twisted logic! The checkpoint is just ahead, can we go and watch your performance?"

"You're welcome!"

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Amidst laughter and chatter, the procession reached the checkpoint, a long line of elderly people and children waiting to pass through. Two traitors, swaggering about, inspected each passerby at the checkpoint.

"Make way, make way! If the Japanese commander is here and delays his important business, you'll all die!" Da Zhao stepped forward to drive away the crowd in line, waving his whip arrogantly.

Upon seeing this, the officers at the checkpoint quickly raised their barricades and stood up straight, awaiting the arrival of the Japanese officer, standing ramrod straight as if they were receiving an inspection!

The donkey cart and the squad members swaggered through the checkpoint. The puppet soldiers on duty not only dared not stop them but also bowed and scraped politely as they were seen off. Didn't they see there were four young women on the donkey cart? It was obvious that a few Japanese soldiers were going to the village for some fun. Who dared to interfere? One wrong move and they'd get two slaps across the face! If they really angered them, they'd be shot dead for nothing. Who would dare to seek revenge against the Japanese?

"Hahaha, impressive! This suit really works against these puppet soldiers! Look at how obsequious they are, they wouldn't do that to their own parents, would they?" After passing the checkpoint, Tiger couldn't help but start rambling again.

"That's right! You just said that the puppet troops are just dogs in front of the Japanese. What dog would dare to bite its master?"

"Get across the street and find somewhere to change this skin right away, it's fucking disgusting!"

"That's right, I feel so uncomfortable wearing this thing!"

Qiliping Township is located east of Xiahou Town. As Zhao Mancang arrived at the market, he gradually felt a sense of familiarity. In later years, he often came here to play, and childhood memories of the theater, the time-honored pastry shop, fried dough twists, sugar blowing, and so on all came flooding back.

A group of people walked through the street, and people scattered as if they had seen a plague god, making the street much quieter.

Well! I was originally planning to buy some trinkets, but now it seems best not to make a scene here. After leaving the street, everyone changed back into their civilian clothes and finally arrived at Tianma Village before sunset.

Tianma Village is situated at the border of two areas, nestled in a narrow valley. A high stone wall was built, with only one main gate for entry and exit. Inside, tiled houses stood tall amidst towering trees, and the village boasted everything from a martial arts training ground to a council hall. Clearly, it had once been glorious, but now it had fallen into decline. The village gate had collapsed, and the council hall was littered with broken tables, chairs, and benches, along with shattered bowls, broken wood, and broken bricks—a jumble of odds and ends scattered everywhere. The dust on the furniture was so thick you could write large characters on it!

"Great, great, what a wonderful place!" Zhao Mancang exclaimed after taking a stroll around.

This place is located deep in the mountains and between two towns. With horses, you can quickly return no matter where you go. Once the gate is closed, it is an impregnable fortress. It is impossible to break through without a hundred or eighty men and heavy firepower.

"That's for sure! The bandit leader here used to be called Wang Dapao. After the Japanese came, he disagreed with the second-in-command. Wang Dapao advocated fighting against the Japanese, robbing them of their weapons and supplies, expanding his power, driving the Japanese out of two towns, and taking over as a local tyrant."

"But the second-in-command had already been bribed by the Japanese and had secretly cultivated a considerable force. The two couldn't agree and ended up fighting, both suffering heavy losses. As a result, the Japanese took advantage of the situation and scattered the entire band of bandits! Wang Dapao's fate is unknown..."

"Uncle Cang, let's start an uprising right here, and from now on, we'll fight the Japanese devils and traitors head-on, and turn the world upside down!" Da Zhao said passionately from the side. Through this iron mine uprising, they could all see that this kid was no ordinary person and had a knack for fighting the Japanese.

"That's right, Uncle Cang! We'll all follow you. Even if we're not protecting our country, at least we can protect our families and children from being bullied. The Japanese devils are inhuman when they slaughter villages..." Tiger chimed in.

"Haha, now is not the time to talk about these things. Let's cook dinner first, and then we can discuss our future plans in detail tonight."

He had his own thoughts on this matter. Fighting the Japanese was definitely necessary; otherwise, he wouldn't be worthy of his transmigrator identity. However, he was well aware of the fickle nature of humanity. The reason these people were so focused on fighting the Japanese in the mine was because they shared a common goal: to escape. Now that their goal had been achieved, their continued willingness to follow him was only due to the influence of events at the mine. It was hard to say how much enthusiasm they would retain once they returned home to their wives, children, and comfortable lives.

It was obviously impossible to stop everyone from going back; he himself wanted to go back and see how the original owner of this body lived!

Soon, the four girls used the food they had brought to cook a delicious meal, which they then enjoyed over a campfire.

"Everyone, we've become family after what happened. Let's all share our plans," Zhao Mancang said at the dinner table, getting down to business.

"I'm already single! I just want to go back to see my parents and continue fighting the Japanese! Brother Cang, you have guts and resources. As long as you start this uprising, I, Da Zhao, will follow you to the death." Da Zhao was the first to express his opinion.

His wife, unable to bear the humiliation and abuse inflicted by the Japanese soldiers, hanged herself. It could be said that his hatred for the Japanese was as deep as the sea! After this ordeal, he was determined to fight the Japanese; he didn't know what else to do but fight them.

"I don't know how things are at home. I just want to go back and see my parents and wife. If they're still here, I'll bring them here and settle down in this village. From now on, I'll follow you, Uncle Cang, and fight the Japanese with all my heart!"

"Through this experience at the mine, I've come to understand that the Japanese are also mortal beings; they get hurt, they feel pain, and they die from explosions. To prevent my family from being bullied, I have to fight the Japanese!"

Tiger felt much taller when he spoke passionately, saying that a real man is one who can earn money to support his family and protect their safety.

“We are willing to fight the Japanese devils with you! ... We have been ravaged by the Japanese devils, and we have lost our families and relatives. From now on, we only want to fight the Japanese devils and avenge our families!” Diezi said.