The War of Resistance Against Japan: Starting with a Calm View of Life and Death

One of the soldiers, with triangular eyes, walked straight to a large blue-and-white porcelain medicine jar that was about half a person's height next to the counter.

The jar looked quite old, with a warm and lustrous glaze.

It was clear that these three Japanese soldiers weren't after people; they seemed more interested in making money.

They don't realize that people die for wealth, and birds die for food!

The triangular-eyed soldier noticed that there seemed to be a lot of things in the large medicine jar. He circled it halfway around, muttering curses under his breath. As if the jar was in the way, he swung the butt of his Type 38 rifle and smashed it hard!

"Clang—crash—!"

A piercing cracking sound rang out in the small pharmacy!

The large medicine jar shattered with a crash, scattering countless bluish-white porcelain shards and the dark brown medicinal herbs inside in all directions!

Zhou Yannian was shocked when he saw this scene. He was about to lash out, but then stopped.

Anger flashed across his face, replaced by an expression of deep concern.

"My jar... medicine..." He cried out in apparent grief, but where the Japanese soldiers couldn't see, his thin, bony fingers gripped the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) tightly, as if he were forcibly enduring something.

Another Japanese soldier with thin lips glared at Zhou Yannian with disgust and snapped at him in broken Chinese, "Old man! Shut up! Stay put if you don't want to die!"

He ignored the dejected Zhou Yannian, his eyes gleaming with greed, and walked straight to the medicine cabinet against the wall.

He reached out and roughly pulled open one drawer after another, grabbing the prepared medicinal herbs inside. After confirming that they were things he didn't recognize, he threw them haphazardly on the ground.

Angelica sinensis, Codonopsis pilosula, licorice...

It was thrown out like garbage and repeatedly trampled by his big leather boots.

"Baka! Give me your valuables! Gold! Silver! Hand them over!"

The short, stocky sergeant, unable to find the gold and silver treasures he had imagined, grew impatient.

He suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhou Yannian, who was fuming on the kang (a heated brick bed), like a venomous snake. He approached step by step, raising the bayonet in his hand slightly, the tip of the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.

"You! You're dishonest! You're going to die!"

His voice involuntarily became excited, as if he had found a new outlet for his frustration.

As Zhou Yannian watched the approaching bayonet, his hands, which were behind his back, clenched into fists again.

However, before he could make a move, he noticed a noise behind him.

It's now!

Seeing that none of the three enemies were paying attention to him, the "patient" who had been curled up on the kang (a heated brick bed) moved!

Zhou Jindong was like a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time, and the power he had been accumulating suddenly exploded at this moment!

The body huddled inside the kang (heated brick bed) is not meant to hide, but to achieve the optimal angle for pushing off and generating power!

His core muscles and leg muscles tightened instantly, unleashing astonishing power!

Using the reaction force from stomping on the earthen bed, his body almost touched the surface of the bed, like a black lightning bolt that swept across the ground, and suddenly slid forward!

It moved so fast that it left only a blurry shadow in the dim light!

Target—the red-tasseled spear in the corner!

A red-tasseled spear is still a spear!

Killing a few beasts is enough!

The instant his right hand slid out, it had already precisely grasped the jujube wood spear shaft!

His five fingers tightened like iron clamps!

With a weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises spontaneously!

Before the momentum of the body's slide had subsided, the waist twisted violently like a taut spring, using that force!

His arm muscles bulged, causing the tightly gripped gun barrel to draw an extremely sharp semi-circle from bottom to top!

"Ugh—!"

A low, short, piercing shriek suddenly rang out!

The red-tasseled spear hidden in the shadows came to life at that moment!

The gleaming black triangular spearhead, now imbued with all its killing intent, transformed into a deadly black light, like a viper's forked tongue, aimed straight at the right temple of the thin-lipped Japanese soldier who was bent over rummaging through the medicine cabinet drawer!

The angle was tricky, and the speed was as fast as the wind!

The thin-lipped Japanese soldier seemed to hear a slight, sharp sound of wind breaking behind his head.

His movements as he searched for medicinal herbs suddenly froze, and an extreme sense of horror stemming from the impending death instantly enveloped him!

He instinctively tried to straighten his back, to raise his head, to fight for his life!

But it was all too late!

puff!

A very faint yet incredibly clear sound, like the sound of a ripe watermelon being pierced by a bamboo skewer, rang out.

The dark spear tip, without any obstruction, pierced deeply into his right temple with perfect accuracy!

Everything happened so fast!

Before the greed on the thin-lipped soldier's face could even completely fade, his body shuddered violently, like a sack with all its bones removed, and then all his movements and expressions froze instantly!

His hands, still frozen in mid-air as he searched for medicinal herbs, remained bent over. He fell straight forward, crashing heavily onto the scattered fragments of herbs on the ground, without even uttering a groan.

Only those sinister eyes retained a trace of unbelievable terror as they fell, before quickly losing all light and becoming empty and lifeless.

As Zhou Jindong drew his gun, he once again prepared his attack.

Crimson blood mixed with white brain matter flowed silently from the tiny hole in his temple, quickly staining the scattered licorice tablets on the ground.

The entire attack happened in the blink of an eye!

From Zhou Jindong's outburst to the thin-lipped soldier's fall, it all happened in just two seconds!

"Baka! Who are you to me?!"

The short, stocky sergeant was threatening Zhou Yannian with his bayonet when he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flash by out of the corner of his eye, followed by the sound of his comrade falling to the ground.

He was filled with shock and rage, and suddenly let out a fierce roar!

Almost instinctively, he abandoned the old man who posed no threat to him, turned his body sharply, gripped the Type 38 rifle with its bayonet in both hands, and, relying on his instincts, fiercely thrust it in the direction the dark figure had moved!

Clearly, the sergeant was also a trained fighter; his thrust was both swift and ruthless!

Unfortunately, he was outmaneuvered by Zhou Jindong, clearly showing off his limited skills before an expert.

Zhou Jindong had already predicted his prediction!

With a successful shot, he used the force of his forward thrust and twisting waist to just manage to stand firmly in the corner of the wall.

Before his heel had even fully touched the ground, he caught a glimpse of that deadly, cold light whistling through the air as it hurtled toward his left ribs!

A murderous aura instantly enveloped his entire body!

No refunds!

In a confined space, once forced back and losing balance, facing a barrage of bayonets from a rifle, certain death is certain!

A close call!

Zhou Jindong suddenly exerted force with his right foot, slamming it hard against the wall behind him!

Using the body's momentum, one can advance instead of retreat!

Like a ferocious beast fighting for its life in a small cage, facing the stabbing knife tip, it turned sideways, twisted its waist, and lowered its shoulders, all in one smooth motion!

He narrowly escaped by gliding close to the edge of the opponent's bayonet!

He could even feel the stinging sensation of the airflow from the bayonet cutting through the air against his skin!

At the same time, his red-tasseled spear did not pause for a moment!

Like an extension of his arm, using the forward thrust and twisting waist power, the gun barrel traced a near right angle from bottom to top and from back to front!

Gun in front, man behind!

The man followed the gun!

In his previous life, Zhou Jindong had studied the Eight-Combination Spear for over twenty years!

And the original owner of this body had actually been practicing the Yang family spear technique for over ten years...

The arduous training of more than thirty years seemed to have been mastered in an instant!

A month of sticks, a year of knives, a lifetime of guns!

The dark spear tip, carrying an unwavering determination, aimed straight at the short, stocky sergeant's throat, which was exposed before the spearhead due to his overused technique and slight forward lean!

The short, stocky sergeant's pupils suddenly contracted!

idiot!

The dog's life was in danger!