As soon as Ono Jiro finished speaking, Song Ke burst into laughter.

He was so angry he laughed!

Song Ke angrily cursed:

"You Japanese, do you even deserve to make promises!"

"If you were truly a man of your word, you wouldn't have come here to make such a big fuss in the first place!"

"You are a pack of wolves, vicious, cruel, and cunning!"

"Let us surrender? Don't even think about it! Unless you step over our dead bodies, you won't take Linbin City even if you fight to the last man!"

At this point, his voice grew even louder:

"We, the brave men, are not afraid of bloodshed!"

What we fear is having our homes taken away by others and being enslaved!

"Qian Shouyi! People like you have no backbone like us Daqian people! You cowardly coward who fears death!"

"Now that you've allied yourself with the Japanese, you might be able to hold your head high when you worship your ancestors in the future!"

Qian Shouyi's face flushed red from the scolding. He was furious and immediately turned to Ono Jiro, saying:

"General Ono, this man is stubborn and inflexible! There's no point in arguing with him!"

Ono Jiro's face was gloomy. Today's battle plan was ordered to be carried out by Murata. The initial idea was to take Rinhama City at the lowest possible cost.

Unexpectedly, Song Ke, who was guarding the city, was not stupid and his plan was seen through.

If it weren't for Qian Shouyi realizing the situation was dire and coming up with an ingenious plan, even this small force probably wouldn't have been able to break into the city.

But now that things have come to this, if they directly break off relations and launch a full-scale attack, the soldiers who have already entered the city will be in danger, and they will inevitably die in the inner city in the ensuing battle.

Thinking of this, Ono Jiro let out a cold snort in his heart.

He looked up at Song Ke and said coldly:

"Song Ke, you should think this through!"

"Once we storm the city, it won't be as simple as just a few people dying!"

"You... can you bear the lives of everyone in this city?!"

Faced with this blatant threat, Song Ke remained unfazed and instead shouted down towards the city walls:

"Did you all hear that? The Japanese said that if they storm the city, everyone will die!"

"The nonsense this Japanese man spouted before was so uttered that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it. Now, he's finally speaking the truth!"

"If they're big shots, we'll fight them to the bitter end!"

"Rather than be trampled on and enslaved to death by them, it is better to die on the battlefield to defend our country!"

People like Qian Shouyi, who are so obsequious and have lost all integrity, are not worthy of being called members of our great group!

"We Dagan people have backbone! How can we be the lackeys of those short, ugly Japanese!"

"kill!"

These words inspired not only the defending soldiers but also the refugees below the city!

Then, shouts erupted from the crowd.

"Damn them! Let's fight them to the death!"

"At worst, it's just a life! I'll still be a hero eighteen years from now!"

"Born to work hard, die to work hard! We'd rather die than submit to these dwarfs!"

However, dissenting voices have emerged:

"I don't care, I don't care, I want to get into the city!"

"I don't want to die! I finally escaped here, how can I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a burly man with a sallow complexion and a furious expression lunged at the speaker without hesitation.

The speaker was a short man.

The moment the burly man lunged forward, a cold glint flashed in the man's eyes.

With a loud thud, the burly man tackled him to the ground, still cursing:

"You little coward, I noticed you a while ago! You're still a damn..."

Before he could finish speaking, the big man's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to touch his chest.

Upon touching him, he only felt a warm liquid. By the time he looked down, the short man had already crawled out from under him.

A large pool of blood was left on the ground.

"You...you're a Japanese!!!" Despite being stabbed with a dagger, the big man didn't feel much pain at this moment. On the contrary, intense anger was about to burst out of his chest!

The next moment, he suddenly kicked forward and grabbed the ankle of the Japanese man who was about to escape into the city!

With a loud "bang!"

The Japanese man was pulled to the ground, and the burly man leaped up, pinning him down, followed by a furious roar:

"These are the Japanese lurking among us!"

"You son of a bitch! I'll beat you to death!"

The big man was just a refugee, so where would he get a weapon? But his hands, which had been used for farming for twenty or thirty years, were full of thick calluses and were as hard as sandbags!

Without the slightest hesitation, he clenched his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and slammed it into the Japanese man's face.

But at that very moment, a cold light flashed.

The Japanese dagger pierced the great man's chest once more.

With a "thud," the fist landed, striking the Japanese man's left eye socket.

Two streams of blood flowed from the two men simultaneously.

The big man was stunned for a moment. He knew he had been stabbed again, but he still swung his fist.

"Puff puff puff!"

"Baka!"

The Japanese man frantically thrust his knife several times, shouting incoherently, the words of which were incomprehensible.

Blood splattered around the two of them, the stench of blood began to spread in the air, and the ground was stained with blood droplets.

The refugees around him had fear and panic in their eyes, but this was followed by intense anger.

Finally, a boy of about ten years old, his face flushed, suddenly sprang out and kicked the Japanese man in the head.

The young man was small and thin, but his kick was both accurate and ruthless.

He kicked the Japanese man hard in the temple!

The force was so great that it even made the young man's toes hurt; the straw sandals were still too thin.

The Japanese man's thrusting sword froze in mid-air. His eyes widened suddenly, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You son of a bitch, I'll beat you to death!"

The burly man, his chest covered in blood, continued to punch the Japanese man in the face, even though the Japanese man was already dead.

"You beasts! You seized my land, killed my wife, and now you..."

"Now they want to... they want to kill me..." The big man raised his fist, but his voice grew softer and softer.

Blood rushed to his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body temperature was rapidly decreasing, but his eyes were getting hotter and hotter.

Finally, the big man's arm fell limply to his side, but his fist remained clenched tightly.

With a thud, he fell onto the Japanese corpse.

The sounds of fighting around him grew louder and louder, and now they were locked in a fierce melee, but the big man could no longer hear them. All he could see in his gradually closing eyes were the faces of the Japanese soldiers, whose features were no longer recognizable.

The Japanese have crooked noses and mouths; they don't look human at all. Even an animal looks more human than them!

The burly man coughed up a mouthful of blood, but weakly laughed:

"I killed a beast too, hahaha..."

With that final laugh, the bloody battle around the city gate intensified.