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Chapter 122 We'll help out whoever kills the Japanese!

Chen Zhan kept a close eye on the direction of Lushun from the shadows. The sound of a train could be heard, but the fog in the middle of the night obscured his vision, and he could not see the train yet.

"You guys go first, wait for me by the stream."

It refers to a river ditch that we passed on the way here. It was frozen over in the deep winter, and in Northeast China, horse-drawn carriages could even travel on the rivers.

"You guys go first, I'll support you from a distance," Ye Ningzhen said.

The group of warlord tomb raiders left behind quite a few guns, including rifles. They weren't very sophisticated, but they were enough for Ye Ningzhen to use.

"Then find a good spot yourself." The two didn't need to say anything more; they already understood each other perfectly.

The crowd dispersed. Bai Wu was a little unwilling. He wanted to see the explosion with his own eyes, but he didn't dare to disobey Chen Zhan and Sister Hua, so he could only leave dejectedly.

"Kukuku~ Kukuku~"

The sound was getting closer.

Chen Zhan wasn't in a hurry to set the fire; he wanted to spare the first few carriages and blow up the rest.

Everything was ready, but then they noticed the train's sound was gradually getting quieter.

It has even disappeared completely.

Looking at the pitch-black void, shrouded in mist, Chen Zhan was somewhat bewildered.

Trains are not cars; they cannot suddenly change course or turn around.

Stop the car in advance unless you detect a hazard ahead.

Chen Zhan gestured to Ye Ningzhen in the distant tree, then quickly walked along the railway to check. After walking only a few hundred steps, he heard a noise.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Gunshots!

The gun was fired.

The gunfire was intense, with at least dozens or even hundreds of people firing simultaneously.

The closer they got, the more frequent the gunfire became.

Upon approaching, Chen Zhan did not make a move but secretly observed, and sure enough, a fierce battle broke out.

A quick glance around the scene left Chen Zhan somewhat bewildered.

bandit
Is he that brave?

The bandits and the Japanese army exchanged fire directly on the desolate plains, with gun lines stretching for hundreds of meters, sparks flying everywhere and deafening sounds.

This gang of bandits doesn't seem like they're carjackers; carjackers don't usually hijack military vehicles.

The troop strength is not on the same level, and although there are a lot of supplies on the military vehicles, they are not so easy to take.

Moreover, the two sides exchanged shots, and for a while, neither side was at a disadvantage.

The bandits rushed out from all directions, clearly demonstrating tactical skill, firing simultaneously from different positions.

Chen Zhan looked at it for a while longer and understood some of it.
The bandits' weapons were not homemade firearms, but a mixture of Soviet-made, Japanese-made, and Fengtian military-made weapons.

Would anyone believe that they captured these weapons themselves?
It was obvious that someone was supporting him, but Chen Zhan didn't know whether it was the Northeast Army or someone else. But one thing was certain.

Whoever's fighting the Japanese, we'll all lend a hand!

But these bandits were clearly unaware of the situation and directly intercepted the lead train. The train carriages were full of Japanese soldiers who were ready to depart, and this was exactly what they were prepared for.

At the beginning of the firefight, the bandits were very fierce.

The more they fought, the more panicked they became, because the truck in front was carrying Japanese soldiers, and the trucks behind were receiving a steady stream of reinforcements.

The bandits responsible for blocking the reinforcements soon couldn't hold out any longer.

The bandit leader shouted, "Damn it, this carriage is full of Japanese soldiers! Let's get out of here! Let's get out of here!"

The bandits who had come on horseback turned and fled, but many died in the hail of bullets.

They had barely left the train area when the Japanese soldiers were hot on their heels. The area was mostly plains, so the Japanese chased them by car while the bandits fled on horseback, and they were relentlessly pursued and killed.

Chen Zhan and Ye Ningzhen, who followed up, opened fire from the high slope to provide cover. Ye Ningzhen's marksmanship was so good that she could kill almost every shot, while Chen Zhan was just firing wildly at birds. Fortunately, they had plenty of bullets.

The remaining hundred or so bandits also realized that someone was helping them, so they fought as they went.

Chen Zhan and his companion were positioned at a high altitude, making it impossible for horses and carriages to climb up. The Japanese then dispatched a squad of forty or fifty soldiers, who charged towards them.

“You continue to help them escape; these guys are useful. I'll take care of this side.”

Chen Zhan gave instructions and then made his way down the slope in the dark.

He fired a few shots from below, then immediately changed positions, with gunfire coming from all directions.

Their footwork was incredibly fast. Forty or fifty people thought there were at least a dozen people secretly ambushing them, but they could only hear gunshots and the capture location.

Shining a powerful flashlight over it yielded nothing.

"Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights in front!"

The leader roared and shone his flashlight in all directions, barely managing to make out Chen Zhan's figure, which was ghostly and elusive.

And he's a ghost who can shoot.
Chen Zhan quickly ran out of gunfire, drew his knife, and plunged into the crowd from the thick darkness.

Amidst the thick fog, the glint of blades danced among the crowd, the black fog transforming into a bloody mist.

He moved with incredible speed and precision, his body spinning rapidly, each strike precisely slicing through the throat. The wind and snow seemed to rush from his throat, accompanied by screams and wails.

"Hiss hiss hiss~"

The eerie sound was the sound of blood gushing out as someone's throat was slit.

Within minutes, the group had finished and returned to the top of the hill.

Ye Ningzhen said, "We've shaken them off. They've entered the woods we were in earlier. The woods connect to the mountains, so the Japanese can't catch up by car."

Chen Zhan nodded: "You keep an eye on the Japanese here. Signal me when the train starts moving again. It will take the Japanese a while to clean up the bodies and repair the tracks. I'm going to talk to those bandits."

Chen Zhan quickly ran towards the woods he had been in before, and as soon as he entered the woods, he sensed that someone was watching him from the front.

He thought to himself, "They're quite alert."

Chen Zhan moved swiftly, and in a flash, the two bandits watching him were struck in the back of the neck, collapsing limply. Not far away, the bandits were bandaging each other; the leader, dressed in a mink coat, had been shot in the arm and cursed:
"Who the hell leaked the news?"

"The Japanese devils were clearly prepared. Damn it, there's a traitor among us. If I find out, I'll make him wish he were dead."

There were still seventy or eighty people left, looking at each other in bewilderment and filled with righteous indignation.

"Big brother, second brother and third brother are all dead. We've lost half of our brothers. What are we going to do about this?" A young man with a crew cut stared blankly at his eldest brother.

"Damn it, how would I know what to do? The important thing now is to find out who tipped us off, otherwise we'll be in even worse shape next time."

"By the way, someone just helped us with a sniping. Their marksmanship was amazing. I wonder which side they belong to. Next time we see them, we'll have to thank them properly, otherwise we wouldn't have so many people left."

"That's right, that's right, the boss is right."

The others could only echo their sentiments; those who were seriously injured were breathing less and exhaling more, and were on the verge of death.

Song Jingang could only sigh, but he wasn't too heartbroken.

Once they got up the mountain, they were ready to kill the Japanese devils. They had already put their lives on the line. Whoever died would die anyway, and when a person died, their eggs would face the sky!

I can only regret that I didn't replace more Japanese soldiers.

"It's not necessarily a case of a spy."

Upon hearing the voice, Song Jingang suddenly woke up and looked around, shouting, "Who! Who spoke!"

This isn't a brother of mine; he doesn't have a trace of a Northeastern accent.

"Kakaka!"

Everyone tensed up and raised their guns again.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm, we are like-minded people."

A figure flashed and appeared like a ghost on the rock next to Song Jingang.

The blazing fire reflected Chen Zhan's calm face.

Reach out and warm your hands by the fire.

Song Jingang looked at Chen Zhan beside him, both surprised and delighted, "Was it you who made the move just now?"

"That's right, I covered for you so you could get here."

"Where are my two brothers who were keeping watch?"

"She's asleep. Don't worry, even if I were to kill someone, I wouldn't kill them. Killing you would be a piece of cake."

Song Jingang was completely convinced that these people hadn't noticed him and would secretly fire without saying a word, meaning he would surely die.

"You're an expert, visiting so late at night, and you still say there are no spies." Song Jingang didn't understand what Chen Zhan meant.

"Yes, to be honest, your forces are too small for the Japanese to find a way to infiltrate spies. If they had discovered you, they would have already sent troops to wipe you out. You couldn't even win against them when they caught you off guard. If a few companies had actually stormed the mountain, you would have been annihilated in an instant. What do you think?"

Chen Zhan's words were harsh, but they were the truth. Their mountain stronghold of over a hundred people was considered large and powerful among bandits, and they were rampant in the three northeastern provinces.

But it was nothing to the tens of thousands of Kwantung Army soldiers.

"Then how do you explain the fact that the carriages are full of heavily armed Japanese soldiers? Aren't they just preparing to let us go and die?" Song Jingang and Chen Zhan exchanged glances.

"You've never hijacked a Japanese train before, have you? This is your first time?"

"So what?"

"Do you think the Japanese are fools? How many times have bandits robbed cars? Do you think they wouldn't be on guard?"

"If we really knew what you were doing, we would have ambushed you on the road. Would we have let you sabotage the tracks?"

After Chen Zhan explained, everyone suddenly understood. So that's how it is. No wonder the enemy was a bit confused when they first charged in. They probably didn't expect there to be so many bandits and such sophisticated weapons.

"Thank you for reminding me. My name is Song Jingang. May I ask how I should address you?" Song Jingang had figured out the reason and realized that Chen Zhan was indeed him.

"Just call me Chen Yunfei. You guys were killing Japanese devils, so we'll lend a hand. Now that you've left, it's my turn to take action. How about you help me out?"

Chen Zhan stopped beating around the bush and went straight to his purpose.

"Oh? Brother Yunfei, how many men do you have?" Song Jingang was naturally willing to have an ally; when fighting the Japanese, he didn't mind having too few men.

"Only two."

"Two? Why are you causing trouble with just two people?" Song Jingang's brother couldn't help but say.

Two people fighting the Japanese? You must be joking.

"No joke. You guys watch from here, I'll make my move over there, and then you can charge in. How about we launch a surprise attack?"

Chen Zhan turned his head and saw the signal Ye Ningzhen had sent out. Without saying anything more, he left after saying those words.

Their movements were too fast to see clearly.

"Seventh Brother, is that guy skilled in martial arts?" Song Jingang asked the crew-cut youth who had spoken earlier, knowing that the Seventh Brother was also a martial artist and might know more.

Old Seven shook his head. Song Jingang thought his kung fu wasn't high enough: "Isn't this high enough? You didn't even notice him."

"It's not that it's not high, it's that I can't understand it. It's so high that I can't even begin to describe it."

"Among us who practice martial arts, only those who can see can be called on and evaluated. If we can't even understand or see the opponent's move, how can we comment on it?"

"Boss, I don't think he's lying to us. Someone who practices martial arts like him wouldn't need to lie," said the seventh brother.

"Alright, we'll see how things go. If we can help, we definitely will. Kill one if we can."

Song Jingang pointed in the direction Chen Zhan had just walked and said, "Send two people to keep an eye on him."

The seventh brother volunteered and led someone to squat by the edge of the woods. The train tracks were too far away to be seen in the dark.

All that could be heard was the Japanese train starting up again, and the 'kukuku' sound coming once more.

But in his view, the train was brightly lit as it traveled along, yet he encountered no movement.

He hesitated, thinking that Chen Zhan was just making empty promises and actually wanted to trick them into going out to their deaths.

Or perhaps they got scared and ran away instead of taking action?
However, amidst his many thoughts, the train had already traveled halfway.

A loud "boom!"
(End of this chapter)