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

Chief of Staff Yang met Bai Luo after lunch.

Bai Luo sized up the middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't look like the second-in-command of the Eastern War Zone headquarters at all. He appeared gentle and refined, much like a schoolteacher.

"Brother Bai Luo, thank you for your contributions to this country."

Chief of Staff Yang saluted Bai Luo very solemnly.

Bai Luo quickly stood up to return the salute, giving Chief of Staff Yang a very standard military salute that surprised him.

"Xiao Luo, you served in the army before?"

"No, I spent some time in Captain Wang Wu's team and learned from him," Bai Luo lied.

Chief of Staff Yang nodded upon hearing this, and then took out his sidearm from his waist and handed it to Bai Luo. "We Red Party members are rather poor, and we don't have anything good to give back for your help. This gun has been with me for a long time, and I'm giving it to you today."

Bai Luo looked at the flower-shaped pistol in front of him, which showed obvious signs of use but was clearly well-maintained, and was about to refuse.

"Please don't refuse; this is my personal way of thanking you."

“Uncle Yang, you’re too kind. My aunt is also a member of the Communist Party. I’m her family member, so it’s only right that I do these things.”

Bai Luo wanted to refuse, but Chief of Staff Yang stepped forward and shoved the gun in his hand into Bai Luo's hand.

Bai Luo thought for a moment. This gun was clearly Chief of Staff Yang's favorite. He turned around, took the officer's knife lying horizontally on his backpack, and said.

“Uncle Yang, here’s a knife for you. It was the command knife of a Japanese colonel. I shot him in the head.”

Upon hearing this, Chief of Staff Yang laughed heartily and accepted it without refusing.

"Xiao Luo, I definitely won't take anything else you offer, but I'll take this knife. To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen a Japanese colonel's command sword. Don't laugh at me, but our military region has never killed a Japanese colonel before."

After a few more brief words, Chief of Staff Yang told Bai Luo to contact him anytime if anything came up, and then he was hurriedly called away by his bodyguard. The troops were about to withdraw and there were many things to take care of.

I also learned from Chief of Staff Yang that my aunt would be working as the deputy head of the propaganda department in the rear.

Bai Luo was relieved. Her aunt's safety should be guaranteed now, so she could proceed with her plan to sneak away.

At 9 p.m. that night, Bai Luo went to say goodbye to Yang Ying. Although Yang Ying tried his best to persuade her, he still couldn't keep Bai Luo.

The next morning, Bai Xiumei found the letter Bai Luo had left for her. She was both anxious and angry, but her little rascal had already run away with the silly girl, and now she didn't even know where to chase after him.

He could only watch anxiously, but thinking of his nephew's abilities, he suppressed his anxiety and decided to deal with him when Bai Luo came to see him again.

Meanwhile, Bai Luo and Sha Niu were already on their way to Jin City. But halfway there, they ran into the Japanese.

"Tiger, you retreat first, I'll cover you."

"Commander, I'm not leaving. If we have to leave, we'll leave together."

"Get lost, or I'll shoot you dead," Zhang Weiguo said, pointing his pistol at Hu Zi's head.

They were driven out of Jinshi. The entire team was scattered. Zhang Weiguo was knocked unconscious by the Japanese artillery shells and was carried off the battlefield by Huzi next to him.

The position was captured by the Japanese shortly after Hu Zi left.

After Zhang Weiguo woke up, the two of them retreated, searching for their unit.

However, they ran into the Japanese soldiers massacring fleeing refugees on the way. At Zhang Weiguo's urging, more than 10 defeated soldiers followed Zhang Weiguo to organize a defensive line behind the refugees, preparing to hold off the Japanese soldiers.

But in less than half an hour, due to insufficient ammunition, these people could not hold the position at all and could only fight and retreat.

Now, only Zhang Weiguo and Huzi are still alive.

Upon hearing the gunfire, Bai Luo and Sha Niu quickly moved towards the direction of the gunfire. They stopped about 200 meters from the battlefield, raised their binoculars, and saw a group of Japanese soldiers exchanging fire with a Blue Party unit.

There are only two Blue Party soldiers left on the battlefield. The Japanese on the other side still have more than 30 men.

Upon seeing this, Bai Luo set up his R39 sniper rifle, located the Japanese machine gunner, and fired a shot.

Zhang Weiguo and Hu Zi also heard the gunshot, before they could react.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." A series of very rhythmic gunshots echoed in their ears.

Zhang Weiguo realized what was happening and peeked out towards the direction of the Japanese soldiers. He saw that every time a gunshot rang out, one of the Japanese soldiers would have their head blown off.

Especially near the Japanese machine gun positions, anyone who got close would have their head blown off.

In just two minutes, less than ten Japanese soldiers remained, hiding behind trees or in low-lying areas. They didn't dare to raise their heads, fearing they would be the next to be blown up in the head.

Seeing three Japanese soldiers hiding behind a tree, Bai Luo removed the magazine from his sniper rifle and replaced it with one filled with armor-piercing rounds.

Sure enough, as Bai Luo pulled the trigger, the three Japanese soldiers hiding behind the tree were knocked to the ground by the bullet that pierced through the tree.

The remaining Japanese soldiers hiding in the low-lying area by the roadside were caught off guard by the silly girl who had circled around to the side and died there as well.

Zhang Weiguo looked at the location from which the gunfire was coming from behind and roughly estimated the distance: nearly 400 meters, every shot to the head.

Sniper.

These three words instantly appeared in Zhang Weiguo's mind. As someone who had studied at a German military academy, Zhang Weiguo was very familiar with how terrifying snipers were.

The only way to eliminate a sniper is with artillery fire. This sniper was very experienced; the Japanese grenade launchers and machine gunners were his primary targets, as they posed the greatest threat to him.

Thinking of this, he stood up, ready to meet the sniper. At this moment, Hu Zi next to him also spoke up, "Commander, this sharpshooter is amazing. He wiped out most of the Japanese soldiers by himself."

“It’s a sniper; even a sharpshooter couldn’t do that,” Zhang Weiguo said seriously.

Tiger was taken aback. He wondered what a sniper was.

Before he could think further, he saw Zhang Weiguo walking towards the back.

Bai Luo originally didn't want to deal with the Blue Party, but judging from their appearance, they seemed to have retreated from Jin City. And they could even provide cover for the refugees here.

Bai Luo felt that they should be the ones genuinely fighting against the Japanese, not the kind of people who just loaf around and wait to die.

With this in mind, Bai Luo decided to meet with him.

As the two men approached, Bai Luo released the safety on his pistol just in case and stood up as well.

When Bai Luo stood up, Zhang Weiguo was stunned to see the person in front of him. The clothes he was wearing were not the military uniform of any country he knew.

But based on his intuition, he felt that the outfit was indeed designed for war.

The helmet and belt were unfamiliar to him, and he wore a scarf over his face, only his eyes were visible. His body was full of magazines, but he was very short, even shorter than the Japanese soldiers.

Like a... child.

Before Zhang Weiguo could think any further, Bai Luo spoke up. "You withdrew from Jin City?"

"They're really like kids." Zhang Weiguo and Hu Zi were both taken aback when they heard Bai Luo's voice. They exchanged glances, afraid they might have misheard. But they could see the meaning in each other's eyes.

They all knew they weren't hallucinating.