Chapter 61: Are the Militia This Well-Off? A Major Discovery

As the members of the Red Spear Society launched their attack on the puppet troops, the fleeing collaborators were instantly thrown into a panic, like startled birds.

They failed entirely to realize that the firepower and combat capabilities of these attackers were worlds apart from their previous adversaries.

Right now, flight was the only thing on their minds.

This allowed the members of the Red Spear Society to vent all their pent-up anger and frustration.

The fiercer the battle grew, the bolder they became!

"Damn you bastards, trying to bully us!"

"You're getting a taste of your own medicine today!"

"I've never felt so good in my life, go get 'em!"

"Charge!"

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Meanwhile.

While the men of the Red Spear Society were indiscriminately beating back the fleeing collaborators, Ichiro Gomei was utterly dumbfounded.

He never could have imagined that the enemy's deployment would be so meticulous, forming a complete encirclement.

Now their heavy weapons had been destroyed, and a large number of puppet troops were already running away.

This spectacle nearly caused Ichiro Gomei, who had just recovered from the shockwave of the explosion, to faint from sheer rage.

"Baka!"

"These Chinese simply cannot be trusted!"

"Dammit!"

Seeing that the general trend was lost, Ichiro Gomei stubbornly refused to retreat.

Death awaited him either way, so he might as well perish on the battlefield, which would at least secure a pension for his wife back in his distant hometown.

With that, he roared at the top of his lungs: "Long live the Great Japanese Empire! Long live the Emperor!"

"Charge!"

Seeing Major Ichiro Gomei fight with such desperate resolve, the rest of the little devils, thoroughly brainwashed by imperialism, threw themselves into the fray.

If Ichiro Gomei had known that his wife would later be tricked into serving as a comfort woman, would he have died of anger all over again?

Facing the frantic resistance of the Japanese soldiers, the fighters of the First Battalion showed not a shred of cowardice.

Zhang Dabiao tossed off his cap, drew his broadsword, held it high, and shouted: "Comrades, show the little devils the power of our broadswords!"

"Kill!"

With that, he took the lead and charged straight at the enemy.

Following Zhang Dabiao's roar, other soldiers leaped out of their cover one after another to follow him.

Blade flashes gleamed like silver dragons leaping from their scabbards as they hurled themselves at the Japanese.

In Zhang Dabiao's hands, the heavy broadsword carried the momentum of cleaving mountains. Striking first, he closed the distance in a flash and brought his blade down on a Japanese soldier with such speed that the enemy had no choice but to raise his rifle in a desperate block.

Clang! ! !

The blade sheared right through the rifle barrel and bit deep into the Japanese soldier's shoulder blade, the sound of cracking bone mingling with a piercing scream that shattered the night sky.

Yet it was instantly drowned out by the surrounding battle cries, gunfire, and explosions.

On Zhang Dabiao's flanks, several soldiers formed a blade array, their backs to each other as they spun and slashed, weaving a web of death with their flashing steel.

They parried the Japanese bayonet lunges and instantly closed in.

Fully utilizing the advantages of their broadswords to offset the reach of the enemy's long bayonets.

A Japanese sergeant raised his rifle to parry, only to have half his palm sheared off by an upward-sweeping blade slash.

However, the soldier was struck by the rifle butt of another Japanese officer. Driven mad with bloodlust, the soldier tackled the Japanese sergeant bare-handed and bit straight into his throat with his teeth, not letting go until the enemy stopped breathing.

Only then did he collapse limply, breathing heavily.

Having rushed to the scene, Li Yunlong watched as hand-to-hand combat unfolded between the two sides, occasionally pulling the trigger of his pistol to pick off the Japanese invaders.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

A Japanese soldier who had just separated himself from a hand-to-hand struggle and was attempting to bayonet one of our fighters suddenly pitched forward and collapsed stiffly to the ground.

The soldier who had fallen looked with lingering fear at the slain enemy before him.

Then he looked up toward Li Yunlong, who was walking over.

It turned out the regimental commander had saved his life!

Before he could say anything, Li Yunlong shouted first: "Don't lose focus!"

"Get up quickly!"

"Yes!" Buoyed by soaring morale, the soldier scrambled up, fell in behind Li Yunlong, and fought side by side with him.

Gunfire crackled incessantly.

Any Japanese soldier who managed to create distance, tried to approach the railway carriages, or attempted to open fire with sweeping bursts was targeted and eliminated by Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong's marksmanship had long since reached a supernatural level; at such close range, every single shot found its mark.

This left the soldiers fighting alongside Li Yunlong utterly awestruck.

What terrifying combat prowess!

Yet that was not all.

As soon as Li Yunlong emptied his pistol, he scooped up a Type 38 rifle from the ground. With a swift twist and thrust, he ran a Japanese soldier clean through.

Fast, precise, and ruthless!

The Japanese soldiers seemed completely unable to react in time.

Those who rushed forward were skewered by Li Yunlong one after another.

At this moment, Li Yunlong was like a god of death, invincible and unstoppable!

Although the soldiers had heard tales of their commander's ferocious combat abilities before, many had never witnessed it firsthand.

Naturally, a part of them had maintained a sliver of doubt.

Yet seeing it now, they were completely won over!

Their gazes toward Li Yunlong were filled with boundless worship.

With burning fighting spirit, they set about clearing out the remaining enemies one by one.

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Just as Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao were locked in fierce combat with the Japanese, the scouts dispatched by Kong Jie also arrived at the sound of the gunfire, gazing upon the fiercely contested Mojiab 村 area before them.

As they drew closer, however, they ran straight into the militia unit arriving close behind.

And were promptly captured.

Li Yunlong's objective on this trip was the Japanese train carrying steel and supplies; naturally, he could not have brought merely a single battalion.

After all, moving the cargo required manpower.

Thus, the militia and the local villagers formed the main transport force, while the First Battalion soldiers served as the main combat force.

Following an interrogation, the militia captain finally learned that the captives were comrades from the Independent Regiment.

However, as their identities could not be immediately verified, they could not be released just yet.

"Comrade Li Wei, we can only untie you after I verify the situation you described. Please bear with us."

"Very well!" Li Wei, the Independent Regiment scout, wore an expression of sheer helplessness.

He only hoped the battle would end soon.

There were still a few veteran soldiers he knew within the First Battalion.

Together, they headed toward the main battlefield.

Observing his surroundings, Li Wei could not help but make a startling discovery.

The troops before him—every single one of them armed with a rifle—were actually a militia unit?

Since when did militia units have rifles issued to every single member?

Wasn't the New First Regiment established after the Independent Regiment?

Furthermore, they lacked support from headquarters, operating entirely through independent development, or so he had heard.

Could his intelligence have been mistaken?

Harboring doubts, Li Wei and the militiamen soon arrived at the front lines of the battlefield.

By now, the entire battlefield was filled only with the humming of notched blades and heavy, ragged breathing.

Many soldiers were sitting by the corpses to rest or bandaging their wounds......

Every single Japanese soldier had been wiped out, lying dead in pools of blood.

The air was thick with a pungent mixture of heavy blood and gunpowder smoke that churned the stomach.

Several militiamen who had never witnessed such a scene were already retching off to the side.

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Having eliminated all the enemy combatants, the First Battalion soldiers immediately set about clearing the battlefield.

Every single Japanese corpse was given an extra stab or bullet to ensure they were thoroughly dead.

After all, the suicidal charges of the Japanese just moments ago had cost the First Battalion no small number of casualties.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dabiao led a group of soldiers to inspect the railway carriages for any potential lingering threats.

Relying on his virtual map, Li Yunlong could precisely and accurately pinpoint the locations of the Japanese soldiers.

Through his use of it just now, he had also made a pleasant discovery.

Enemies displayed on the virtual map represented those who were still alive.

This completely deprived those Japanese soldiers who hoped to take others with them to the grave of any opportunity.

After all, Li Yunlong's unstoppable momentum earlier had made him a target for numerous Japanese soldiers eager to eliminate him above all else.

After inspecting the area and confirming that no living Japanese remained, Li Yunlong finally let out a breath of relief.

At that moment, Zhang Dabiao, having finished checking the carriages, looked at the contents inside and grinned widely: "Well, I'll be! We've struck it rich this time!"

"Regimental Commander, you've got to come take a look at this, major discovery!"

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