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

It took about an hour for Bai Luo to finally arrive at Zhang Weiguo's home.

At this moment, Zhang Weiguo paced back and forth in the living room, glancing down at his watch; it was almost 9 o'clock.

Just then, footsteps came from the doorway. Zhang Weiguo immediately looked up and saw Bai Luo.

Zhang Weiguo rushed over and looked Bai Luo up and down, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming that Bai Luo was not injured.

Tiger quickly walked to Bai Luo's side, his expression excited.

"Xiao Luo, what kind of cannon is that? It's fucking awesome! Even a salvo from an entire artillery regiment isn't much better than that, is it?"

Bai Luo smiled mysteriously, without answering the question.

Zhang Weiguo could tell that Bai Luo didn't want to answer the question, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Xiao Luo, we don't know if Asaka Palace Bird is still alive or dead. Now that you're back, I'm relieved."

"You stay home and rest. Tiger and I will go out and gather some information."

After hearing Zhang Weiguo's words, Bai Luo...

He nodded at Zhang Weiguo.

"Okay, by the way, what was the meaning behind your last signal flare?"

Zhang Weiguo scratched his head sheepishly and said, "At the time, I saw that the car that Prince Asaka was in didn't seem to be too damaged. In a moment of panic, I fired a signal flare, hoping you would fire another one."

"I'm going out to scout things out now. I didn't have time to check the results of the last round of bombing. I'm going to find out if any of the Japanese soldiers are dead or not."

"Alright. Go ahead, but be careful. The Japanese are probably going crazy these days."

Zhang Weiguo didn't exchange many pleasantries and took Hu Zi out to gather information.

Bai Luo could take this opportunity to see how many Japanese spies were killed by the three rounds of artillery fire, and confirm whether the old Japanese soldier was dead or not.

Bai Luo opened the task settlement interface.

"Battle over. The host has killed a total of 872 Japanese spies, including one section chief-level traitor, one colonel, and three majors. 9820 points have been earned."

"Hey, that old Japanese devil is really alive! He's got a real life."

Bai Luo was somewhat annoyed to see that there was no kill record for Asaka Miyazaki on the results screen.

But then he saw that he already had more than 55,000 points, and a smile appeared on his face again.

But when he thought about how he had spent 2600 points to exchange for 65 rockets, and the fact that he hadn't even killed that old Japanese devil, he couldn't help but think about it.

Bai Luo inexplicably felt a little cheated.

Thinking of this, Bai Luo couldn't sit still any longer and left Zhang Wei's house to gather information.

The news that the Japanese prince had been bombed in Haishi had spread throughout the entire city.

Moreover, many members of spy organizations in Shanghai also passed this information on to their headquarters.

I believe this news will spread throughout most of China by tomorrow.

The area around the train station is now brightly lit. There are probably more than 1600 Japanese soldiers who survived the shelling. Half of the train station staff remained there to cordon off the area and collect the bodies of the Japanese soldiers killed in the bombing.

The Japanese soldier in command now is a colonel named Miyamoto Musashi who came with Asaka Miyazaki.

However, he was not at the train station at the moment, but instead rescued the badly injured Asaka Bird from the car and took it to the hospital.

Fortunately, the car was not directly hit, otherwise even the bulletproof car might not have been able to save Asaka Miyator's life.

Miyamoto Musashi paced anxiously back and forth outside the emergency room. If Asaka no Miyako died, he, as her adjutant, probably wouldn't live much longer either.

At that moment, the doctor in charge of the emergency treatment came out, and Miyamoto Musashi was shocked and rushed to greet him.

"Doctor, how is the prince?"

"His Highness suffered multiple fractures and internal organ damage from the shock. His condition has stabilized, but he remains unconscious. However, his life is not in danger."

Miyamoto Musashi felt a surge of relief upon hearing this. Then, as if remembering something, he quickly continued to ask.

"Doctor, is it possible to transfer His Highness now?"

"I'm afraid that won't work. Although his condition is relatively stable now, he has multiple fractures and needs surgery soon, so it's definitely not possible to transfer him."

The doctor paused briefly before adding more.

"Even after the surgery, it takes about a week to recover before the transfer can be performed."

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Miyamoto Musashi had no doubts. This hospital was a Japanese hospital, and all the caregivers and doctors inside were Japanese.

Miyamoto Musashi was in a panic. With so many of them guarding the hospital, the attackers were bound to notice.

Even if the main force of the team arrives in Haishi around midnight.

Miyamoto Musashi still lacked confidence that he could protect the hospital from attack.

The Japanese soldiers who went out to search the city had returned and reported back to him that they had found a vehicle tire track outside the city, not an artillery regiment as he had imagined.

Moreover, with such a long range, calculations show that the straight-line distance from the suspected launch site outside the city to the train station is more than 20 kilometers.

Miyamoto Musashi summarized the information reported by his subordinates.

Based on the intervals between artillery strikes on the train station, this weapon has a fast reloading speed.

The fact that there are only tire tracks from one vehicle indicates that this cannon is automatic and convenient, and can even be said to be able to fire as soon as it stops.

Moreover, its range is extremely terrifying; he cannot guarantee that 20 kilometers is the limit of this cannon.

Miyamoto Musashi felt that the regiment brought by Asaka Miyako was simply incapable of suppressing the enemy's artillery fire.

He also informed the headquarters of the situation, and the headquarters was furious when they heard that Asaka Miyako had been seriously injured in the shelling.

They indicated they would immediately dispatch the nearest battleship group to Miyamoto Musashi's city to provide support, but it would take about 10 days for them to arrive.

Miyamoto Musashi was a bit flustered, so he went to the window and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the Imperial soldiers who had surrounded the hospital in layers upon layers.

He felt completely insecure; he had to hold on for at least 10 days.

Miyamoto Musashi smoked one cigarette after another, glancing down at his watch; it was 10:35 PM.

"No, we can't wait like this. If we wait any longer, the artillery shells might arrive before the regiment does."

Miyamoto Musashi thought to himself.

At that moment, two nurses pushed the body of a soldier who had died due to delayed treatment past Miyamoto Musashi in the corridor.

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at it subconsciously and suddenly thought of a solution.

He immediately turned to a major next to him and asked, "Where are there any large, sturdy bunkers or air-raid shelters around here?"

"Colonel, I'll investigate immediately."

With that, he turned and ran downstairs.

Less than 15 minutes later, the major hurriedly ran back with a map.

"Reporting to Colonel, we've found it. The closest and most secure air-raid shelter is at the foot of Yokoyama."

Miyamoto Musashi was overjoyed upon hearing the major's words.

Miyamoto Musashi quickly took the map, opened it, and immediately decided that this was the place.

He immediately gave the order to the major beside him.

"You take a small team and head there immediately. We'll be there shortly."

"Hi!"