Chapter 256: You’re Calling Yourself Chinese?!
Arakawa Naoto, with a face full of pain, wanted to stand up after expelling the churning mess from his stomach; his buttocks, wiped at least ten times that day, burned hot with pain, and his sphincter had loosened.
Although things felt off and everything was too coincidental, he had no extra energy in his brain at that moment to think about it.
Just as he stood halfway, his legs went soft and nearly buckled, but luckily there was a big tree right beside him; he grabbed the trunk, preventing himself from sitting right on the hot stuff he had just expelled.
But at that moment, a crisp gunshot suddenly rang out.
‘Pa gou~~’
Before his brain, slower by two beats than usual, could wonder about the direction of the gunshot, his head suddenly hurt, and then his vision went instantly black.
His hands clawing the trunk lost their strength and let go, and his whole body, as expected, completely covered his own excrement.
In the silent night, the gunshot was far from quiet.
The Security Regiment members had been driven off the vehicles, and the trucks in front were loaded with supplies, so they weren’t allowed anywhere near.
They were standing or sitting on the ground chatting idly and smoking when the sudden gunshot scared them into dropping to the ground.
Some quick-witted Security Regiment members tried to run to the vehicles for cover but were stopped by a loud shout:
“Don’t move! All of you, hands up!”
Following the first shout, more came one after another:
“Everyone down, don’t move!”
“Surrender your guns and live!”
“Hands behind your heads!!”
“Anyone who moves gets shot dead!”
“Drop your guns!”
Rub rub rub~
Countless torches were lit one after another, driving away the surrounding darkness.
With the firelight, the Security Regiment members finally saw that they had been surrounded by a group of people in bluish-gray and yellowish-green clothes holding guns, though they didn’t know when it happened.
“Communist Party guerrilla team?!”
Upon seeing their clothes, the Security Regiment members’ minds exploded; they couldn’t figure out how guerrillas had suddenly appeared here!
And there were so many, at least fifty or sixty!!
Where did they come from?!
“Don’t shoot! We surrender!”
“Communist Party grandpas, we’re just trying to make a living, please don’t fire by accident!”
“Chinese don’t fight Chinese!”
The guerrilla team members shouted coldly: “You’re Chinese too?! All of you, stay put and get down flat! Anyone who moves on purpose gets executed by firing squad!”
The Security Regiment members didn’t dare disobey, trembling as they lay flat on the ground.
No matter how these people appeared, with others holding the knife and them as fish meat, they could only obediently throw their guns aside and cooperate.
At the same time, the little devil drivers were all obediently getting out of the vehicles without any resistance, squatting together and guarded by the guerrilla team.
On the hillside, a sturdy man with a resolute yet somewhat honest face asked Cao Weida beside him: “Cao Ye, what do we do with them?”
The Communist Party had discipline and didn’t kill prisoners, but the situation now was special because this was the plan agreed upon before the cooperation.
This left him in a dilemma.
“What else? Kill them, of course.” Cao Weida snorted twice and turned to him:
“Pingchuan, this isn’t the time for discipline; even if we must follow it, it should be with people who deserve it!”
“Never mind that this is the plan that old little devil Ono Shiota agreed with us on—we can’t break our word.”
“You’ve seen the files on these traitors; they’re scum who do every heinous thing except personnel matters, so why keep them?”
“If we let them go, how do we explain to the people whose families they destroyed, wives and children scattered?”
“So my answer is one: kill them all, no exceptions!!”
As for why the little devils wanted these Security Regiment people dead, he didn’t care; confirming they all deserved death was enough!
Pingchuan, full name Hao Pingchuan.
That’s right, the rough, straightforward, brave and impulsive Hao Pingchuan from 《Glorious Era》, good brothers and buddies with Zheng Chaoyang.
Though Hao Pingchuan’s personality was indeed a bit too headstrong and reckless, making him not entirely qualified as a police officer, it had to be said that his combat ability was quite good—at least in 《Glorious Era》, his fighting skills were top-tier.
Of course, to the current Cao Weida, one hand could pin him down.
“Alright, then kill them all!” Hao Pingchuan immediately nodded in agreement; he had a nature that hated evil like enemies, and he utterly despised these Chinese collaborators who bullied men and women and committed every evil.
If not for the Communist Party’s presence, he would have long lost patience and killed them first.
Moreover, before setting out, he had received orders from superiors: all actions to follow Cao Weida’s commands!
He had no objection to this order, because he knew Ruixin General Store was opened by Cao Weida!
Their comrade Li Huaide and others had also been saved by Cao Weida before!
He had even sent them so many weapons and ammunition, medical medicine!
And he had long been ordered to keep silent, not allowed to reveal anything about Cao Weida, not even to guerrilla team brothers!
He was straightforward, not stupid; though he didn’t fully grasp the intricacies, he had his own sense of balance!
“Then what about these little devil car drivers?” His gaze turned to the obediently surrounded little devil drivers, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
These murderers who invaded their land had harmed how many Chinese compatriots!
He wanted to gun them down right now!
“Of course let them go; you planning to kill them too?” Cao Weida couldn’t help but reprimand lightly, warning:
“I know you hate these invaders; I hate them too!”
“But impatience spoils big plans; keeping them is more useful for our resistance against Japan!”
“I know, it’s just a bit of a pity.” Hao Pingchuan regretfully withdrew his gaze, about to give orders when he heard Cao Weida say: “Leave two for me.”
Hao Pingchuan didn’t know what Cao Weida wanted, but didn’t ask; anyway, if they had to die, whose hand did it matter?
Cao Weida went down the hillside, picked up a gun, and pulled the trigger on the Security Regiment.
The next moment, the guerrilla team pulled triggers on the Security Regiment members lying on the ground.
If they had weapons, they could have resisted symbolically, but now they were lambs to the slaughter.
With a burst of gunfire, the Security Regiment members had no chance to resist and were all shot dead in the chaos.
“Finish them off!”
With the order given, all guerrilla team members stepped forward and stabbed bayonets into the vital spots of every corpse without hesitation.
You know, life for guerrilla teams around occupied territory was tough; not only did the little devils encircle and suppress them, but these Chinese collaborators had taken care of plenty too!
They hated them to the bone!
In less than a minute, all the Chinese collaborators were corpses.
A guerrilla team member trotted up and saluted Hao Pingchuan:
“Captain, all eliminated!”
Hao Pingchuan immediately ordered: “Move the corpses aside; everyone, start the action!”
“Yes!”
With the order, all guerrilla team members sprang into action.
They moved sacks of grain and boxes of items from the first six trucks to the rear vehicles, and brought sacks of things from the hillside side to load into the front vehicles, everything orderly.
Clearly, this was a pre-planned scheme.
In less than ten minutes, all supplies from the first six trucks were unloaded and loaded onto the rear vehicles, and the trucks were stuffed with sacks of unknown things.
Once loaded, they moved the Security Regiment corpses and the body of the first-killed Arakawa Naoto into those trucks.
Then they brought barrels of gasoline to pour on the trucks and fixed several bombs on top.
“Withdraw!”
With the order, the nine rear trucks quickly backed out of the small road.
The watched little devil drivers were released and ran unhurriedly up the right-side hillside.
After driving a distance, a torch was thrown from afar onto the gasoline-soaked vehicles, igniting with a ‘whoosh’, flames spreading rapidly over the trucks, turning them into massive fireballs.
Immediately after, several earth-shaking explosions rang out, dazzling like fireworks, and the ground trembled a few times.
“Go to the designated destination!”
Seeing it all in the rearview mirror, Cao Weida grinned and gave the order.
Hao Pingchuan, squeezed into the passenger seat of the cab with Cao Weida, said with regret and heartache:
“What a pity, such good trucks, just destroyed like that.”
The base area lacked everything, especially mechanical things like trucks.
Those little devils weren’t good men or women; or rather, they always followed bandit logic.
Their core was extreme selfishness, strong plundering, and intense destructiveness.
What they pursued was: if I can’t have it, neither can you!
Countless War of Resistance novels talk about winning a battle and capturing this or that amount of supplies.
It’s all nonsense.
Anything of value, like radios, cars, artillery shells, cannons, and other key strategic supplies, would be blown up by them if they sensed defeat or annihilation imminent—they’d never let Kuomintang or Communist Party people capture them easily.
Now, watching six scarce base area trucks being burned and exploded by his own hand, he naturally felt heartbroken.
Cao Weida chuckled: “Be content; we got nine trucks for free—what more do you want? Greed isn’t good.”
Hao Pingchuan awkwardly scratched his head and laughed: “I didn’t mean that; it’s just too heartbreaking. Our base area is so short on these rare things.”
“Comrades in battle rely entirely on mule carts, horse-drawn carriages, and manpower; it’s time-consuming, laborious, and especially tough.”
“If we had more trucks, comrades would suffer less hardship, right?”
“I get what you mean, but we have to sacrifice the small for the big.” Cao Weida handed out cigarettes, lit one, took a drag, and smiled:
“This is just the start; if this cooperation goes smoothly, you think there won’t be more chances later?”
“So relax; the bread will come, and the milk too.”
