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

At 7:46 this morning, Hu Chensheng, who hadn't slept all night, heard an explosion more than 10 kilometers away.

This explosion was more violent and lasted longer.

Judging from the density of the explosion, it was clearly not a short but powerful artillery barrage fired by Zhang Weiguo and his men.

It was more like the noise caused by the Japanese army's large-scale artillery unit firing at full speed.

Hu Chensheng was secretly worried for Zhang Weiguo. Could a person really withstand such a density of artillery fire? He estimated that Hengshan would be blasted down by 10 centimeters.

However, it's understandable. He received confirmation in the morning that the Japanese prince was indeed dead, and more importantly, his head had been cut off and taken away.

This made him even more worried about Zhang Weiguo's safety. If he were to be killed by the Japanese, it would be a great loss to the Communist Party.

Judging from the recent tragic state of the Japanese in Haishi, it's clear that Zhang Weiguo is an absolute master of warfare.

I couldn't help but sigh. Finally, the explosions at Yokoyama stopped. I thought to myself that the Japanese had really gone mad. There were only a few dozen people. Why did they have to use so many shells to bombard them?

Besides, aren't you afraid of blowing up the prince's head along with it?

Thinking of this, Hu Chensheng couldn't help but sigh. He had already sentenced Zhang Weiguo to death in his heart.

Even if Zhang Weiguo were made of iron, he couldn't withstand that firepower; he would definitely be killed by the Japanese.

But Hu Chensheng didn't leave. Instead, he stayed near the checkpoint blocking Hengshan Road, staring in the direction of the explosion.

He still held onto a sliver of hope: what if Zhang Weiguo was actually quite resilient? Even if he were captured alive, it would be fine; then he could request the organization to arrange a rescue.

Just because he killed Doi-Yuan and Asaka-Miyatori, regardless of whether they are from the Red Party or the Blue Party, as long as he is still alive, they will do everything they can to save him.

This is a national hero.

Time passed by, and about half an hour later, it was already around 9 a.m., and there was still no movement from Hengshan.

It was as if all sound had been silenced by the shelling.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was already past 10 a.m.

Hu Chensheng's last glimmer of hope was shattered.

He shook his head, sighed inwardly, and then turned and walked into the city.

He needed to report the news that Zhang Weiguo might have already sacrificed himself to headquarters first.

At the same time, he would also report Zhang Weiguo's contributions to the entire nation, so that the hero would not die without anyone knowing.

Hu Chensheng walked home with heavy steps and his head down.

After walking only a few steps, I could vaguely hear shouts coming from the Japanese checkpoint behind me.

Hu Chensheng was startled and immediately turned to look in the direction of the checkpoint.

The Japanese soldiers at the checkpoint rushed towards Yokoyama.

Hu Chensheng immediately looked in the direction the Japanese soldiers had run.

A group of Japanese soldiers rushed out from the dirt road at the foot of Hengshan Mountain behind the checkpoint, and some Japanese soldiers also rushed out from the woods on both sides of the road.

But the distance was too far, and he couldn't see clearly. Hu Chensheng groped in his pocket and soon pulled out an old-fashioned telescope.

This telescope is his prized possession.

Hu Chensheng immediately raised his monocular binoculars and looked at the Japanese soldiers.

A group of disheveled Japanese soldiers rushed out of the forest, glancing back every now and then.

Judging from their panicked appearance, it seemed as if something terrifying was chasing them.

He first focused his attention on the group of Japanese soldiers running towards the checkpoint.

The Japanese soldiers were all covered in dust and dirt, and some had even lost their guns.

This was unbelievable to Hu Chensheng; he had never seen the Japanese soldiers flee in disarray.

A thought slowly rose in my mind: even the Japanese have things they're afraid of.

A quick scan of the group of Japanese soldiers revealed that there were about 200 of them.

Hu Chensheng immediately pointed his binoculars at the path at the foot of the mountain, but after waiting for a long time, he did not see any other Japanese soldiers.

This puzzled him greatly. There were more than 4000 Japanese soldiers who went up the mountain, so why were there only about 200 Japanese soldiers who came down?

After the group of Japanese soldiers scrambled to the checkpoint, Hu Chensheng set up his monocular telescope to check the area.

Ignoring the surprised looks on the faces of the Japanese soldiers who had been guarding the checkpoint, they all pointed their guns at Yokoyama as if facing a formidable enemy.

It was as if there was something terrifying in the Hengshan forest.

This made the group of Japanese soldiers who were guarding the checkpoint realize that something was wrong, and they immediately returned to their respective positions.

The muzzle of the Type 92 heavy machine gun was turned to face the dirt road intersection at the corner of Hengshan Mountain.

Time passed second by second, and just as the Japanese squad leader guarding the checkpoint was about to ask a question.

Several mortar shots were heard coming from the opposite mountain forest.

Immediately following was the whooshing sound of shells ascending into the air.

As the sound of artillery shells drew closer, the Japanese platoon leader shouted to his men, "Fire! Take cover!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several shells slammed into the Japanese checkpoint.

The Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun position was instantly blown away by the shells.

The machine gunners in the position were blown into the air and then crashed heavily to the ground.

But this was just the beginning. The mortars in the Yokoyama forest did not stop firing; instead, they continued to fire shells.

The barrage of explosions pinned the remaining Japanese soldiers down in their positions, preventing them from even showing their heads.

While the Japanese soldiers at the checkpoint were suppressed by artillery fire and unable to raise their heads.

More than thirty fully armed men rushed out from the sparse woods and dirt road at the foot of Yokoyama Mountain and were rapidly attacking the Japanese checkpoint.

By the time the Japanese platoon leader peeked through the gaps in the sandbags and spotted the 30-odd men, they had already advanced to within 200 meters of their checkpoint defensive position.

Hu Chensheng was so surprised that he could have stuffed an apple right into his mouth.

He had just been observing the group of Japanese soldiers who were raiding the checkpoint through his monoculars, trying to figure out who they were.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that everyone looked familiar. Hu Chensheng even spotted Zhang Weiguo, whom he had thought had heroically sacrificed himself for the people of Shanghai, among this group.

Hu Chensheng even put down his binoculars and rubbed his eyes. He thought he was hallucinating because he was too tired from not sleeping all night.

When he raised the monoculars again, he realized it wasn't a hallucination.

He recognized most of the people in the group; they were the group of veterans that Hu Zi had asked him to arrange before, and Zhang Weiguo and Hu Zi were among them.

Hu Chensheng's mind was in complete disarray; he didn't even know if he was seeing things.

The Japanese captain spotted the rapidly advancing enemy force and immediately shouted to his men, who were taking cover behind cover from artillery fire, to retaliate. He ordered his men to open fire immediately to stop the attack.

But just as they peeked out, ready to retaliate...

A strange buzzing sound reached their ears.

Upon hearing this sound, the Japanese soldiers who had run down the mountain were so frightened that they shrank back and lay tightly on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the Japanese squad leader was initially taken aback, and then cursed the group as cowards.