Li Xianyu recalled the memory of the first time he entered the Demon Dao through the finger pull. He was also lying in the shade of the tree fishing for sleep, but the Demon Dao at that time was a carefree, lively and lively little Taoist priest.
But this time, the thin face, the shallow "chuan" lines between the eyebrows, and the liveliness in the eyes that no longer existed when he opened his eyes. It all indicates that this man is no longer the innocent young man he used to be.
Less than a year had passed since the Demon Dao left the mountain and entered the world, and then Changsha fell. However, it seemed that many, many years had passed. A carefree young man transformed into a vicissitudes of life.
"Er boy, my junior sister asked you to come to me?" Wangchen sat up and looked at the half-grown child with a smile.
"It's the Japs. A large number of Japs passed through the village just now. The organization asked me to inform you to prepare for hunting." Erwazi took a few breaths and protested: "Taoist Master Wangchen, I have a name, my name is Li Zhu. Sister Wangzhen said that now that I have grown up, I can no longer call me by my nickname."
"Wangzhen?" Li Xianyu muttered in his heart, who is Wangzhen, my junior sister
Not allowing him to think too much, Wangchen and Erwazi left quickly. Li Xianyu followed them and ran in the mountains for a while. He vaguely heard the thunderous sound of water, walking through the forest, and there was a waterfall hanging on the high cliff in front of him. It crashed into the pool like a dragon with a loud roar.
He was familiar with this place. There was an independent cave under the waterfall, and the slime was sealed in the cave.
Wangchen and Erwazi didn't stop, and went down the stream. They soon came to the valley and got into the cave covered by layers of shrubs.
The corridors were dug out in all directions, like a maze. But they felt as if they were home, traveling through the corridors extending in all directions, and soon arrived at the large cave.
Dozens of people gathered in the cave, wearing coarse cloth, some barefoot, and some wearing straw sandals. There are also people wearing Japanese helmets on their heads, and each person is equipped with a 38 cap, a bayonet, and two grenades.
Seeing Wangchen come in, everyone looked at him one after another.
Wangchen asked directly: "How many are there in the Japanese army and how are their equipment?"
"It's a convoy, six transport vehicles, each vehicle is filled with soldiers with guns and live ammunition. I'm afraid we can't compete with our little force." The person who spoke was a young man with an impressive appearance.
Li Xianyu thought he looked familiar, but couldn't remember who he was.
"Since we established our stronghold, such a large-scale team has never passed through here. There is no reason to watch them walk away. Although we cannot meet the Japanese army on the frontal battlefield, we must not let it go if we have the opportunity to cause them trouble. "The little junior sister's crisp voice.
When I saw my junior sister again, it seemed like years had passed. She was still as beautiful as ever. She was fifteen or sixteen years old, with bright teeth and bright teeth. At this time, she changed out of her robe and wore simple clothes. Standing together with a group of big men, it was like a delicate mountain flower blooming among the rough rocks.
"It's too risky. Although a few of us practitioners are not afraid of bullets, the other brothers are ordinary people. It is very dangerous for them to fight against the Japanese army, which is several times more than themselves." Wangchen shook his head: "The Japanese army occupied Hunan one after another. In each county, after the righteous fighters from various civil organizations suffered several losses, the blood family headed by the Aoki family began to hide among ordinary soldiers. If we are not careful, we may fall into the trap ourselves."
"Hey, Taoist priest, what are you talking about? Since we dare to pick up a gun, we are not afraid of death." Someone in the team said.
"Yes, Taoist Wangchen, I have awakened now and I can help you." Erwazi patted his withered chest.
Wangchen kicked him and told him to get out of the way.
After escaping from Changsha, the Nationalist army retreated to Yucheng. Some blood descendants followed the Nationalist army to Yucheng, while some lived among the people and organized civilian anti-Japanese teams. Wangchen and several like-minded blood descendants gathered a group of civilian teams in several nearby villages who were willing to fight the Japanese army. They used this as a base to start fighting guerrilla warfare against the Japanese army.
They mainly harassed Japanese troops. They would fight when they encountered small groups of Japanese troops, and would run away when encountering large groups. Occasionally they would go to the county town to cause trouble.
While they were discussing, another militiaman hurried into the cave: "Another group of Japanese troops came from outside the village."
Everyone was shocked, Wangchen frowned and said, "How many people?"
The militiaman replied: "Three military trucks, twice as many people as we have."
"Twice... Another army went there before, with about three hundred people." Wangchen frowned, "What do they want to do?"
In short, the Japanese army is going to make another big move. This is what everyone thinks.
After pondering for a moment, Wangchen made a decision: "Gather everyone together, catch up with the Japanese army, and destroy this team."
The young man who spoke earlier frowned: "Don't wait until they get far? If a fight starts near the village, it will bring trouble to the village."
The Japanese army was extremely vengeful and bloodthirsty. During World War II, the Japanese army regarded the lives of Chinese people as if they were ants, and they frequently massacred villages. If they knew that Japanese soldiers were dead nearby, they would definitely question the villagers, and if they didn't explain, they would massacre the village.
Rabbits don't eat grass on the edge of their nests. This team never fights Japanese soldiers near a few villages.
"Clean up the battlefield afterwards." Wangchen said, "This time it's worth taking the risk."
A few minutes later, fifty well-equipped militiamen gathered in the valley. Judging from their clothing, they were a miscellaneous group, but their equipment had begun to take shape. Except for some heavy weapons, there are plenty of guns and bullets.
They gathered their troops and chased in the direction where the Japanese army left.
The blood descendants headed by Wangchen were responsible for leading the charge. It was impossible for the militiamen to keep up with them. The Japanese army had vehicles, so they needed to intercept them first. Destroy the Japanese vehicles and wait for the militiamen to arrive.
It is precisely because of masters like them that this civilian anti-Japanese team can survive vividly until now. The Japanese military's combat power dominated Asia at that time, and the elites of the national army were no match, let alone the militiamen of peasant origin.
A quarter of an hour later, the motorcade was in sight.
Wangchen slowed down his running speed and spoke quickly: "Brother Wang, you are proficient in the magical power of snapping fingers. You and the junior sister will cover me. I will attract the enemy's firepower from the front, and the others will attack from the side. If there are no island country blood descendants in the team, A few of us can eat it. If there is, then retreat immediately after destroying the car and wait for the support of Erwazi and the others."
Wangchen accelerated in vain, broke away from the team, and chased straight towards the convoy. Except for the junior sister and the young man named Wang, the remaining four people went around to the left and right sides, and then approached the Japanese convoy.
The Japanese soldiers on guard in the car immediately spotted Wangchen who was chasing him. At this time, the distance between the two sides was only a hundred meters.
He yelled, raised his rifle, and fired the first shot.
Wangchen, who was running at full speed, pulled out his dagger. The sword flashed past and the bullet was cut in half, which did not stop his speed.
"Bang bang bang!"
Intense gunshots rang out, and more bullets rained down. But Wangchen didn't panic at all, and used the necessary skills for anti-war heroes: dodging bullets every day.
There are no bullets that cannot be avoided. If there are any, just cut them off with one sword.
Li Xianyu estimated that Yao Dao's current cultivation level was almost that of a senior employee. After leaving Quanzhen Sect, he was just a little-known Taoist priest when he first arrived in Changsha. He grew up rapidly during the Fourth Battle of Changsha, and his cultivation level improved rapidly. After the fall of Changsha, he was only one step away from being a senior employee.
Such a terrifying upgrade speed is only a little worse than this idiot like him.
He is worthy of being a figure at the pinnacle of the Yakuza. Slime only gave him the opportunity to reach the top of the Yakuza, not the key.
There are no invincible cheats, only invincible people.
The junior sister and the young man surnamed Wang were covering behind them. The former fired and the latter fired bullets, which were sure to hit even if they were not fired. They were even more sharpshooters than sharpshooters.
Looks like you, Kato Takashi!
Li Xianyu remembered that this guy's name was Wang Bo, and he was one of Yaodao's friends in Changsha. Because his powers were the same as those of his colleague Kato Taka, Li Xianyu was somewhat impressed by him.
When he was less than fifty meters away from the last troop carrier, Yaodao took out a grenade, pressed the safety rope with his teeth, and pulled hard. The grenade was thrown at the carriage, and the soldiers' expressions changed drastically.
At this time, a Japanese soldier rushed out of the carriage and kicked the grenade away. He rushed towards Wangchen and grabbed the knife at his waist.
Iai!
A clear sword light flashed, and the short sword in Wangchen's hand was cut into two pieces, and a bone-deep scar appeared on his chest.
The two were fighting inextricably amidst the hail of bullets. Wangchen was obviously no match for him, and he had to deal with the intensive bullets. Fortunately, at this time, four flanking companions launched a sneak attack.
They broke the wheels, killed the drivers and threw grenades into the cabins of three vehicles.
"Withdraw!"
Wangchen roared, fought hard to push back the island country blood descendant, and fled into the woods with the four people who succeeded in the sneak attack.
There are too many Japanese troops, and their sneak attacks can be very effective, but if they fight head-on, they have little chance of winning. These Japanese soldiers, who have been brainwashed by the spirit of Bushido, have the courage to face death. When they see that the situation is not going well, they will hold you and detonate grenades, killing both of them. Many blood descendants were killed by them in this way.
Moreover, if there are more people on the other side, there will be more guns. It is easier to dodge bullets at a distance, but it is difficult to dodge them at close range.
The Japanese army knew that they were in trouble and did not pursue them into the forest. Instead, they stayed on guard and inspected the damage to the vehicles.
Wang Bo squatted in the bushes, observing from a distance with a telescope. Wangchen sat against the tree, naked, while his junior sister stopped bleeding and bandaged his wounds, with a look of distress on his face.
"Senior brother, can we still return to Quanzhen?" The younger junior sister was worried.
"Until the lives of my brothers and sisters are recovered, and the Japanese invaders are not eliminated, I will never return to the mountain." After Wangchen finished speaking, he glanced at her sad expression and immediately said: "Why are we going back to the mountain? It’s a gated marriage, how can I marry you if you go back to the mountains?”
He held the little junior sister's catkin.
The junior sister blushed with embarrassment and looked delighted.
Hey, hey, you are such a scumbag, Senior Sister Taisu fainted in the toilet from crying.
Caught off guard and taking a mouthful of dog food, Li Xianyu thought it was a good thing that he was just a bystander, otherwise he would have jumped out and beat up the demon, flirting with his junior sister without even looking at the occasion.
Soon after, the militiamen finally arrived, and the two sides fired at each other from hundreds of meters away. With them to contain the Japanese firepower, Wangchen and his companions headed into the Japanese camp with bullets in their hands.
The battle ended after ten minutes. The militiamen suffered many casualties. Fortunately, the seven blood descendants who were the core of the team were only injured and did not die.
"Taoist Master, the prisoners confessed that they sent troops this time to encircle and suppress a group of blood descendants." A militiaman found Wangchen who was changing the wheels of the troop carrier.
"The blood descendant forces..." Wangchen got out from under the car: "Can you understand Japanese?"
"Taoist Priest, he can speak Chinese."
"Oh... take me to see him."
Seven Japanese soldiers surrendered. They squatted on the ground and held their heads in their hands. A dozen militiamen pointed their guns at their heads.
"Who can speak Chinese?" Wangchen glanced at the prisoners.
"He!" The militiamen kicked the second soldier on the left.
Wangchen said: "What did you just say? The blood descendant force?"
The soldier lowered his head and answered in broken Chinese that the Japanese army had recently captured a group of anti-war martyrs. After severe torture, they pried out from their mouths the hiding place of a group of civilian anti-war troops. It is said that there were many blood descendants among them. So people were mobilized from nearby counties to annihilate this stubborn resistance team.
I changed the outline of the plot of Demon Road three times. The first time I was not satisfied with it, and the second time I thought it was too miserable. I guess you won’t like such a miserable plot, although this character is destined to be a tragedy. The third time I deleted part of the plot, and then I felt that it was not satisfactory... I was confused for a while, plus I had a cold, stuffy nose, dizziness, and my brain was not flexible enough, so the coding was very slow.
It has been breaking out for so many days in a row, and today it is considered wilting. As an author, there are always a few days every month when I hate writing.
(End of chapter)