The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 634 No one is more qualified than you (Bonus chapter for Luo Yunyan)
The Japanese soldiers in Miyaka Village are truly finished!

After announcing his name, and amidst the gasps of the Japanese soldiers, Hu Biao only felt a fleeting sense of smug satisfaction for five or six seconds, under the shocked gazes of Xie Laoyan and the other KL warriors.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Do it!"

The battle that followed was, frankly, nothing much to say about it.

Hu Biao and his men relied on the sniper's accurate marksmanship, the fierce firepower of the general-purpose machine gun, and the good suppressive effect of the grenade launcher.

And Black Star's ability to throw grenades within 80 meters, aiming at any target and resembling a humanoid mini-cannon.

After suppressing the Japanese firepower, they easily approached the village office and used a DIY rocket launcher to blast open the village office wall. The group then charged in, and soon all the Japanese soldiers entrenched there were wiped out.

It's worth mentioning that AT suddenly stopped walking in the corridor on the first floor.

Looking closely at the ground to the left, I found something strange. It turned out that the Japanese had built a rather well-hidden basement here.

If you're even slightly careless, you won't notice any trace of the entrance.

At AT's signal, the guard lifted the handle and pried open a sizable concrete slab, revealing a dark staircase.

Then AT took out a flashlight from his backpack and shone it inside.

The AT holding a flashlight, the guard beside him with a gun ready to fire, and Huang Yizhi holding a grenade ready to pull the trigger at any moment—all three of them gasped in shock.

Under the light of the flashlight, the basement, which was more than 100 square meters in size, was densely packed with Japanese women and children under the age of seven or eight.

If you add them all together, there are probably two or three hundred people.

They huddled together, their eyes filled with fear.

No wonder! After they stormed into the village office, all they saw were old men and young Japanese soldiers; they didn't see any women or children. It turned out they were all hiding here.

Looking at the situation in the basement, the guard cursed under his breath:
"Damn it! If we had known this would happen, we would have slowed down and taken another ten minutes or so before trying to break in."

Although the guard's curse was somewhat nonsensical, both AT and Huang Yizhi could understand its meaning.

What else could it be? These Japanese women and children are quite difficult to deal with.

Taking them out is easy; just throw in seven or eight grenades and you'll wipe them all out.

But no matter how much they hated the Japanese, they couldn't do something as inhuman as the Japanese, massacring hundreds of women and children in one go.

On the contrary, if they came in a little later, they would find that the Japanese soldiers were not going to hold out at all. Given their nature of being ruthless in killing others, they would be just as merciless in killing their own people.

It's likely that to prevent these women and children from falling into their hands, they will kill them all beforehand.

Now things have turned out differently. Because the attack was too fast, the Japanese soldiers didn't have time to do anything before they were all wiped out.

After a few seconds of silence, Shouzheng suggested, "Why don't we just ask that damn bastard how to handle this?"

This guy is recognized by the mysterious entity as the leader of our time-traveling team. At this crucial moment, it's his turn to make the decisions.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yizhi immediately ran towards a room not far away.

That was a broadcasting room for the Japanese soldiers, and since Hu Biao didn't know which room it was in, he didn't want to search for it room by room.

If he just shouted through the loudspeaker, wouldn't that bastard Hu Biao hear him immediately?

Soon after, Huang Yizhi's voice rang out from the loudspeaker:

"Knock knock! Hello, hello, hello."

Hey you damn bastard, hurry up and come to the corridor on the left side of the first floor. We found a basement with two or three hundred Japanese women and children inside.

What should we do with them? Kill them or release them? You need to make a decision…

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Two minutes later, looking at the Japanese women and children in the basement, Hu Biao was furious, regretting that everyone had stormed in so efficiently.

Otherwise, the Japanese would have taken matters into their own hands and dealt with all of these things, and there wouldn't be this current trouble.

Just as Hu Biao was getting angry, a Japanese woman in her late twenties stepped forward and shouted in broken Chinese that was still somewhat understandable:
"Hu Biao, Commander Hu, you can't kill us."

Aren't you Chinese supposed to be a kind people, and aren't you supposed to repay evil with good?

We are just harmless women and children, posing no threat to you whatsoever. We are innocent; please let us go.

After the woman finished speaking, she and the others bowed to Hu Biao, appearing very respectful and submissive.

But what she didn't know was that her words only enraged everyone. "Damn it! So just because we're kind, we deserve to suffer such a huge loss at the hands of you Japanese devils?"
In cities like Shanghai, Nanjing, Linyi, Lushun, and Pingdingshan, when you Japanese devils raised your butcher knives against the people, why didn't you say that those people posed no threat to you, and why didn't you say that they were innocent?
By this time, they had already made some decisions in their hearts.

Before Hu Biao and his group could say anything, a group of about ten people, men and women, dressed as poor Chinese people, hurriedly walked up to them.

The small figure leading the group was the one Mr. Nanze had saved from Xiaobai's gun earlier.

This is also the same young Lu Dazhi who worked as a servant in the household of Sangye's second son mentioned earlier.

The other Chinese people leading the way were also pitiful people who had no choice but to work as servants, cooks, and maids for the Japanese in Mirong Village in order to survive.

As for their purpose in coming together, it was naturally for the Japanese women and children in the basement.

As soon as Lu Dazhi stopped, he started cursing at the basement: "Innocent? You damned Japanese devils, not one of you is innocent!"

They seized the land that my family had cultivated for generations, and now they want us to be their tenants and hired laborers.

As a result, you all eat wheat flour and white flour, growing plump and healthy, while we can't even get enough sorghum and cornmeal to eat; for the sake of two meals a day and ten catties of cornmeal at the end of the month, they've never treated me like a human being.

As he spoke, Lu Dazhi suddenly ripped open his tattered cotton-padded coat and lifted up the clothes underneath.

At first glance, there wasn't a single good piece of flesh on his body; in fact, he was covered in wounds.

Lu Dazhi's accusations were only the beginning. Perhaps it was because the Japanese had previously announced Hu Biao and others' identities and achievements over the loudspeaker that they had gained valuable confidence.

The next second, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old rushed forward, pointed to the basement, and began to cry:
"You still have the nerve to say you're innocent? You eat the rice and flour we grow, so much of it we could feed to the dogs."

On my tenth birthday, my parents felt sorry for me because I had never tasted rice before, so they secretly cooked some for me. After you found out, you convicted me of an economic crime.

Your parents were dragged into the street and beaten to death in public. Aren't they innocent?

Immediately afterwards, a woman in her thirties stepped forward, slumped down at the basement entrance, and said, "Give me back my man's life."

They always expect us to do manual labor for them, and they don't even pay us for it.

Why has my husband never come back since you took him away in a truck two years ago? We don't even know if he's alive or dead.

My dad only asked you one more question, and you broke his leg and threw him out.

Before my father died, he kept saying that he wanted to see my husband, whether he was alive or dead.

The others followed suit, recounting their grievances; the tragedies they endured were so heartbreaking that they could only evoke sorrow and tears.

After the group finished their accusations, they all knelt down before Hu Biao and his men, kowtowing repeatedly.

While banging his head against the concrete floor, he cried out:

"Commander Hu, and all the officers, please, we beg you to do us justice!"

Every voice, whether young or old, was filled with endless grievances, resentment, and anger.

Upon seeing this, Hu Biao and the others quickly stepped forward and helped them up from the ground; then they asked the wizard and Mo Shuiyan to fetch four buckets of gasoline, about 60 liters in total, from a room.

Amidst the screams of the Japanese women and children, they poured gasoline into the basement.

Hu Biao slapped a box of matches and a cigarette into Lu Dazhi's hand before solemnly speaking:
"Whether these Japanese women and children below are innocent or not, whether or not to forgive them, I think no one is more qualified than you to decide."

If you don't want to forgive, throw the lit cigarette down; then, before the Japanese reinforcements arrive, find something in the village and leave as soon as possible.

If you're willing to forgive, then hurry up and find something to leave with.

The resolute look in Lu Dazhi's eyes after he took the matches from Hu Biao already spoke volumes.

Even though his hands were shaking so badly that he broke three matches in a row without being able to light one, he still took out a fourth match, lit it, and lit his cigarette.

After taking two puffs and coughing violently, he used all his strength to throw the cigarette into the basement.

The cigarette butt burst into flames almost the instant it touched the thin layer of gasoline on the ground.

Then, as the Japanese women, sensing something was wrong, desperately rushed towards the exit, Lu Dazhi abruptly slammed the lid shut.

Once he was standing on top, he shouted at his companions:
"What are you all standing there for? Quickly move some heavy things to weigh this place down."

When he uttered those words, the boy, who was just two months shy of 14, was already in tears...

(End of this chapter)