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

Old Xu felt that these Japanese soldiers were definitely heading towards the garrison. Such an elite group of Japanese soldiers would cause huge casualties if they really managed to sneak into the garrison.

Old Xu quickly interrupted his wild thoughts, while secretly rejoicing that the Japanese devil had run into Xiao Luo's line of fire.

At this moment, Lao Yang and his team hurriedly ran down the hillside.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers scattered all over the ground, they looked at Lao Xu with puzzled expressions. They could still hear gunfire when they had only charged halfway there.

The battlefield has been cleaned up in the blink of an eye? But why haven't I seen those guns that those Japanese devils are using before?

Old Xu saw through his thoughts and told Old Yang everything he knew, as well as his own guesses.

"Old Xu, are you sure that this small squad of Japanese soldiers were all killed by that kid?" Old Yang pointed to Bai Luo, who was sitting on a rock watching the soldiers strip off their clothes.

Old Xu nodded firmly. "Yes, although I don't know exactly how he did it, he definitely killed him."

"It was he who led us, the few non-combatants, to break through the Japanese blockade."

Seeing that Lao Yang still didn't quite believe it, Lao Xu didn't offer any further explanation.

"Bang!" The sudden gunshot startled Lao Xu and Lao Yang. They quickly turned their heads to look in the direction from which the gunshot came.

Bai Luo was holding a Type 97 rifle and showing it off to Grandpa Li, saying, "Grandpa Li, what do you think? This gun works well, doesn't it?"

Li Quan lowered the gun he had raised; his shot had hit a tree branch 300 meters away, which was also the target he had chosen.

"It works well, it really works well, this mirror can really see very far."

"Grandpa Li, you hit too close. Watch me hit from even further."

After speaking, he skillfully cocked the Type 97 sniper rifle, which was almost as tall as himself, and aimed. With a "bang," the bullet shot out.

Li Quan quickly raised his gun and looked over, and saw a small dot falling from a tree in the distance.

"Xiao Luo, what are you typing?"

“Pheasant,” Bai Luo replied casually.

"Who gave you permission to fire indiscriminately? Put the guns back right now. They'll be distributed later." Old Yang shouted instinctively after hearing the second gunshot.

Upon hearing the shout, Li Quan instinctively put his gun away, preparing to place it among the pile of guns.

Bai Luo grabbed Li Quan. "Grandpa Li, this gun is for you, you can keep it."

After saying that, he stared at Old Yang, who had walked closer and was about to take the rifle from his hand, and at the hand reaching for the rifle in his own. Bai Luo simply shoved the gun back to dodge it and said.

"Sir, did you kill these Japanese soldiers?"

Old Yang was taken aback by what he heard, and before he could say anything, Bai Luo continued.

“I killed them, and this is all my spoils. I can give it to whomever I want, and you have no right to interfere. I’m not a member of your organization, nor am I one of your soldiers, so watch your language.”

Old Yang's face turned pale and then red as the little kid in front of him retorted. He hadn't thought anything of it after he shouted those words; it was just a subconscious remark.

But now that Bai Luo has completely shut him down, the surrounding soldiers are all glancing over at him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Bai Luo didn't initially intend to confront Political Commissar Lao Yang, since his aunt knew him and it would be inappropriate for him to suddenly fire a shot.

But he treated the captured items as his own, and without even asking for my consent, he told me to put down the guns and let them be distributed uniformly, even though I didn't care about these junk items myself.

But Bai Luo wouldn't indulge him. This was just a parallel world. He only wanted to kill Japanese devils and never wanted to join any organization.

He was close to the Red Party for two reasons: one was that his aunt was a member of the Red Party organization, and the other was that this organization was similar to the beloved national organization in his previous life, both of which were for the benefit of the general public.

Bai Luo doesn't mind helping out whenever she can.

Seeing that Old Yang's expression was not good, Old Xu quickly stepped forward to change the subject, saying, "Haha, Old Yang, you're just a kid, you don't know how to speak properly."

He pulled Old Yang aside and said, "Old Yang, you made a mistake. Xiao Luo did not join our organization, so you are not qualified to distribute those guns on the ground."

Old Yang was starting to regret it. In his haste, he blurted out the words he used to reprimand his mischievous soldiers.

Reaching for the gun in Bai Luo's hand was an instinctive action. Now, things have taken a turn for the worse; that kid's sharp tongue has put him in a difficult position.

If it were one of his soldiers, he could control the situation and apologize. But this child in front of him wasn't one of his soldiers.

He's the nephew of Qingping, the woman who once saved his life. Isn't this making him caught in the middle, hated by both sides?

Seeing that Lao Yang's complexion was gradually improving, Lao Xu knew he had taken his advice to heart. He patted Lao Yang on the shoulder, then turned and glared fiercely at Bai Luo. Bai Luo, seeing this, made a face at Lao Xu.

Old Xu was so angry he laughed, cursing inwardly, "You little rascal, you're so quick-witted."

"Uncle Xu, take these weapons back with you. I'm going hunting with Grandpa Li to help my aunt recover."

Without waiting for Lao Xu's reply, he pulled out two bullet belts from the pile of weapons and stuffed them into the hands of the old man next to him. Then he turned around and pulled Li Quan away.

Li Quan could only nod to Lao Xu and follow Bai Luo.

Around noon, Bai Luo, carrying the 10 jin of cured meat that Li Quan had given him and a few wild chickens that he had hunted himself, wobbled back to the clinic.

Seeing Bai Luo carrying so many things back, Old Pan, who was working at the stove nearby, immediately got up to greet him and took the things from Bai Luo.

Bai Luo didn't stop her, letting Sha Niu go help Lao Pan. He then went into Bai Xiumei's room where she was recuperating.

Bellena is now able to get out of bed and walk on her own, while her aunt twisted her leg a bit too hard and will probably need to rest for a few more days.

As soon as I entered, I saw Lao Xu holding a command sword and talking to Bai Xiumei and Belena.

Bai Luo instinctively felt something was wrong and wanted to turn around and leave. But the room was only so big, and Bai Luo was noticed as soon as she entered.

After noticing Bai Luo's actions, Bai Xiumei quickly called out, "Luo Bo, where are you going? Come here."

Upon hearing this, Bai Luo could only lower her head and walk over.

Bai Xiumei stared at Bai Luo, looking him up and down. Seeing that her nephew was indeed fine, just as Old Xu had said, she finally relaxed.

"Radish, your aunt won't stop you from fighting the Japanese, but you must promise your aunt that you'll run away if there's any danger, and never let your guard down."

Seeing that her aunt hadn't scolded her, Bai Luo looked at Lao Xu suspiciously, wondering if Lao Xu hadn't told her aunt that she had confronted Lao Yang.

After Bai Xiumei finished speaking, she saw that Bai Luo didn't reply but instead glanced at Lao Xu. She immediately laughed and scolded, "You little brat, Lao Xu told me about your argument with Lao Yang. He didn't scold you because you were right. Lao Yang also came over and talked to me just now, and asked me to apologize to you."

"What do you plan to do with that batch of weapons?" Bai Xiumei then asked.

"Auntie, you handle it. I don't like that one. I'm going to check on how Silly Girl's cooking is going; I'm starving." Bai Luo said, snatching the command sword from Old Xu's hand and running out. He'd keep the sword as a souvenir.

"Hey, this brat."