This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

"Uncle Wang, have you missed me these past few days?" Bai Luo said with a grin.

Wang Wu kept looking at Bai Luo and then at Hu Mengyan and Bai Xiumei beside her. He only spoke when he heard Bai Luo's question.

"Good lad, I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Where's Silly Girl?"

"Silly girl is sleeping at home."

Have you found your aunt yet?

"This is it," Bai Luo said, gesturing to Bai Xiumei before speaking to Wang Wu.

"Captain Wang, thank you so much for taking care of Little Carrot all the way."

“Captain Wang, Bai Qingping is also one of our comrades,” Old Xu interjected.

"The lady next to me is Comrade White Dove; she's the one who relayed this intelligence..."

After a brief introduction to the group, Wang Wu said to Bai Luo, "Xiao Luo, Uncle Wang really needs your help this time."

"Uncle Wang, you're too kind. Just tell me what you need. I'll definitely help if I can."

Without further ado, Wang Wu explained the situation at the train station to Bai Luo in detail.

After listening to Wang Wu's explanation, Bai Luo patted his chest and said, "No problem, simple. Uncle Wang, watch me demonstrate what silent warfare is all about."

Seeing Bai Luo's confident demeanor, Wang Wu felt more reassured.

They also followed Lao Xu to arrange vehicles for transporting supplies and evacuation routes.

Because of the urgency of the situation, Bai Xiumei and Lao Xu contacted the organization members to arrange evacuation routes and vehicles.

Hu Mengyan and five team members remained at the safe house to provide support in case of any unexpected situations.

Bai Luozhe, Wang Wu, and the remaining 15 team members went to clear out the guards at the train station warehouse.

"Let's go." With Wang Wu's order, Bai Luo and 15 guerrillas sneaked towards the train station.

12:15 AM. "Xiaoze-kun, what happened at headquarters? Such important supplies are only guarded by 12 of us."

At the entrance to the train station warehouse, a short Japanese soldier leaned against a pillar and spoke.

"Kawashita-kun, as a warrior of the empire, all you need to do is follow orders. Are you afraid?"

"How could that be? Our empire's soldiers are invincible. Twelve of us are more than enough to guard this warehouse."

Just as Ozawa was about to agree with Kawashita's answer, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if all his strength had been drained away.

In the instant darkness engulfed him, he saw a large amount of red liquid gushing from Kawashita's head and chest; he knew it was blood.

The last thought in my mind—enemy attack!

After Bai Luo and the others arrived at the warehouse behind the train station, Bai Luo saw 12 red dots scattered around the warehouse on the detection radar in his mind.

He knew that what Wang Wu needed was in that warehouse.

He waved to Wang Wu, signaling them to stop. Then Bai Luo pulled out his pistol and reached for the two Japanese soldiers closest to them.

With four soft gunshots, two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground not far ahead.

Because of the distance, the remaining Japanese soldiers did not react.

Bai Luo continued to sneak towards the next target. Wang Wu, watching from behind, saw Bai Luo swiftly and decisively eliminate the two sentries and secretly rejoiced that he had encountered Bai Luo this time.

Five minutes later, as Bai Luo pulled the dagger from the chest of the last Japanese soldier, all twelve were finally sent to report to their Amaterasu Omikami.

Even with the physical attributes of an adult and the combat experience from his previous life, Bai Luo was still incapable of acquiring the skill of wielding human weapons.

However, Bai Luo still tries to avoid close combat. The reason is simple: he is small and has short legs. If he is held up for a while without dealing with the enemy immediately, it would be irresponsible to his own life.

After acquiring the skill of "human weapon," Bai Luo dealt with the next five Japanese soldiers with a dagger.

The first Japanese soldier was almost split in two because Bai Luo hadn't yet adapted to his strength.

Bai Luo wiped the dagger on the Japanese soldier and flashed his light in the direction where Wang Wu was hiding.

When Wang Wu saw the flashing lights, he knew it was a signal from Bai Luo, and he was also very surprised. It had only been a few minutes? And it was done already?

But he immediately stood up and gestured for the team members behind him to follow.

Upon reaching the warehouse entrance, Wang Wu gestured for his men to open the warehouse. He then walked over to Bai Luo and glanced at the several corpses lying on the ground, especially the Japanese soldier who had almost been torn in two.

My impression of Bai Luo deepened. Such a young child, yet so ruthless. I wonder who taught him.

At the same time, he said, "Xiao Luo, you really taught your Uncle Wang a lesson. When you have time, could you help me train a few of my team members?"

"Uncle Wang, you're joking. Let's check if there's anything you need in the warehouse first," Bai Luo said, trying to change the subject with a laugh.

Wang Wu saw through Bai Luo's thoughts and didn't press further. The two of them walked into the warehouse together.

"Captain, it is indeed medicine. I just counted: 8 boxes of equipment, 20 boxes of medicine, and 40 boxes of gauze."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wu breathed a sigh of relief; the intelligence was correct. But there was so much stuff; he wondered if Lao Xu and the others had found enough vehicles.

If all else fails, we'll have to hide some of the medicine for now.

Thinking of this, Wang Wu quickly ordered his team members to move the supplies to the warehouse entrance.

Bai Luo then climbed onto the roof to keep watch for them. Not long after, the team members who stayed outside brought Lao Xu and the others in.

Old Xu brought a total of 3 vehicles: one truck and two sedans.

Bai Luo looked at the car with great curiosity, having only ever seen it in TV dramas before.

When Wang Wu and his team saw the trucks arrive, they quickly began loading them. All three trucks were packed full, but there were still five boxes of bandages left to be loaded.

But it didn't matter. Bai Xiumei saw that the things were all loaded and hurriedly walked to the driver's seat of the lead car. Bai Luo saw this and immediately followed, holding onto the side of the car and standing next to the driver's seat.

There was no way around it; everything except the driver's seat was crammed in, and the truck behind was also packed with people.

Hu Mengyan and the others who stayed behind also arrived. She was able to evacuate along with them.

After driving for another 10 minutes or so, the convoy arrived at a checkpoint. Bai Luo saw the checkpoint ahead, held his gun with one hand, and prepared to shoot them directly.

But then Bai Xiumei stuck a flashlight out from the driver's seat and shone it a few times. The checkpoint opposite immediately lifted the roadblock.

Bai Luo was also impressed; in such a short time, the route was arranged in such detail, and there were even people of their own at the checkpoints.

He thought he would get to experience the kind of obstacle course adventures seen in TV dramas.

As they approached the checkpoint, Bai Luo noticed that the men's attire suggested they were from the French Concession police station. Inside the pavilion lay a British soldier, who appeared to have been forced to drink alcohol from a bottle next to him.

Bai Xiumei nodded to them but did not stop the car.

The people at the checkpoint nodded after seeing this, and then blocked the intersection again after the entire convoy had passed.

Bai Luo continued to monitor the radar in his mind.

Finally, after passing through the third checkpoint, we left the city and stopped about 15 kilometers outside the city.

Old Xu quickly got out of the car and sent a few more signal lights to the woods across the way. Before long, a group of people dressed as civilians rushed out and began unloading supplies without saying a word.

Half an hour later, with Bai Luo looking somewhat dazed, he took away all the supplies, which he had broken down into smaller portions and carried by hand.