Chapter 186 I Went Mad During the Republic of China (Part 2)
Zhou Jue's figure darted quickly through the forest. She attached a wisp of spiritual energy to her baby teeth, and the surroundings instantly became noisy.
The thoughts of those Japanese soldiers flowed through her mind like filthy sewage channels.
"Damn it, these Chinese pigs in the mountains are pretty fast. I've searched for ages and haven't found a soul." This was a sergeant who looked like a squad leader, cursing inwardly in frustration.
"Captain, do you think we might have gone the wrong way? What could possibly be in this remote mountain village?" A new recruit, feeling a little apprehensive, asked in a low voice.
[Shut up! The orders from above are to eliminate all suspicious persons! Have you forgotten what happened to those people in Yamaguchi Village? Anyone who is Chinese is a suspect!] The sergeant's voice was filled with a sense of entitlement and cruelty.
"Hehe, speaking of Yamaguchi Village, the taste of that pretty girl... it's really unforgettable..." another old soldier's lewd laughter rang out.
[It's a pity we couldn't capture one alive and bring him back to the team, otherwise we could have had some fun.]
Don't worry, once we catch this group, there will definitely be young, beautiful girls among them...
The language was foul and offensive, and it was unbearable to hear.
Zhou Jue's eyes turned cold. These people all deserve to die!
She took out a Type 92 pistol with a silencer from the Starry Secret Box. She checked the magazine, pulled the slide to chamber a round, and her movements were smooth and efficient.
As they drew closer, she could see through the gaps in the leaves those figures in khaki military uniforms. They spread out in twos and threes, bayonets fixed on their Type 38 rifles, like a pack of wolves hunting their prey.
There were twelve people in total, forming a loose fan-shaped search formation.
Zhou Jue locked onto his first target: the veteran who was walking on the outermost edge, still reminiscing about the atrocities committed in Yamaguchi Village.
"puff."
With a barely audible thud, the old soldier's body stiffened abruptly, a small bloody hole appearing between his eyebrows. Before the lewd grin on his face could fade, he fell straight backward, crashing into a pile of fallen leaves with a muffled thud.
"Huh? What's going on?" The companion next to him turned around in confusion.
"puff."
The only response he received was another equally faint sound, and a small flower of blood bloomed in the center of his forehead.
"Baka! Enemy attack!!"
The sergeant finally realized what was happening. He roared in terror and instinctively tried to find cover.
But Zhou Jue's speed was even faster than his reaction.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"
Soon, those Japanese soldiers who had just been fantasizing about committing violence fell one after another. They didn't even see which direction the enemy came from, nor did they fire a single bullet. With faces full of terror and confusion, they went to meet their Amaterasu.
In less than ten seconds, all twelve Japanese soldiers were killed, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.
Zhou Jue stepped forward and collected all the Japanese soldiers' weapons, then replaced his own magazine with a new one and said, "Aren't you coming out yet?"
From the moment she arrived, she heard another voice hiding in the tree, a voice filled with hatred.
Her gaze fell on a large, crooked old locust tree with thick branches and leaves not far away: "If you don't come out now, I'm leaving!"
The leaves rustled, and a small, thin figure slid down the tree, using both hands and feet.
He was a boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, covered in dirt, his face mud and ash, except for his eyes, which were frighteningly bright.
He stared intently at the twelve corpses of Japanese soldiers on the ground, his body trembling slightly with excitement.
Then, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Jue. His eyes first flashed with a light that was a mixture of awe and fanaticism. Then, he pounced on Zhou Jue.
With a "thump," he knelt straight down in front of Zhou Jue, then slammed his forehead heavily onto the ground covered with withered leaves and pebbles.
"Bang!" The dull thud made Zhou Jue feel pain for him.
"Master!" The boy looked up, a patch of skin scraped his forehead, blood seeping out, but he didn't care. "Please, Master, take me as your disciple! Please teach me your skills! I want to kill the Japanese devils! I want to avenge my father, my grandfather, my mother, and my sister!!"
His voice, which started out clear and bright like a young boy's, turned into a roar in the end. Large tears, mixed with the dirt on his face, rolled down his cheeks like a stray kitten.
Zhou Jue looked at the boy kneeling on the ground, thin as a bean sprout, but with eyes burning with boundless hatred, and asked softly, "What's your name? Which village are you from?"
“My name is Zhao Erniu! I’m from Xiahe Village!” the boy answered, choking back tears. “Our village…our village was massacred by the Japanese devils, and only people like us escaped…”
Xiahe Village. Zhou Jue remembered that the old village chief in the mountain valley had mentioned that they were from Xiahe Village.
"Your father and your grandfather..."
"They shot them to death!" Erniu's teeth were grinding together, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "My mother and my sister...they...they were killed by those beasts..."
He couldn't continue, and just pounded the ground with his fists, letting out suppressed whimpers like a wild beast.
Zhou Jue's heart clenched. In the past, he had only learned about the atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders from historical materials, textbooks, and movies. Now, they were happening right in front of him.
For a moment, she didn't know how to comfort him. Erniu's crying gradually subsided. He raised his red eyes and looked at Zhou Jue again, his eyes filled with an almost obsessive determination.
"Master, I'm not afraid of death or hardship! I'll do anything you ask! As long as I can kill the Japanese devils! I'll kowtow to you!"
As he was about to kowtow again, Zhou Jue reached out and stopped him.
She crouched down to be at eye level with Erniu, looking into his eyes which were filled with hatred and tears, and said, word by word, "Kill the Japanese devils, you don't need to become my disciple."
Erniu was stunned.
Zhou Jue took out another pistol from his bag. It was an old-fashioned Mauser C96 pistol, commonly known as the "box cannon." Experts had specially made a batch of these replicas to fit the current era. This type of gun was easy to operate, had considerable power, and was very suitable for beginners.
She shoved the gun, along with two magazines loaded with bullets, into Erniu's hand.
The heavy weight made Erniu shudder. He stared incredulously at the "lump of iron" in his hand, then looked up at Zhou Jue.
"this……"
"Here you go." Zhou Jue's voice was calm. "Do you know how to use it?"
Erniu nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head. He had seen the village militia use it, but he had never touched it himself.
“I’ll teach you.” Zhou Jue’s voice was not impatient at all: “Look carefully, this is the safety, turn it on. This is the cocking handle, pull it back to chamber a round. This is the front sight, this is the rear sight, align the three points, aim at the enemy, and then pull it here.”
She taught him the most basic operations using the simplest language.
Erniu learned very quickly, or rather, it was the burning desire for revenge that unleashed his astonishing learning ability. He quickly grasped the essentials, and with slightly trembling hands, he aimed the heavy Mauser pistol at a tree in the distance.
“If you want to kill the Japanese devils, hatred alone is not enough.” Zhou Jue stood up and looked at his profile: “You need to have a faster gun, a harder fist, or a smarter brain than them.”
“Your fellow villager is hiding in that mountain valley over there.” She pointed in a direction: “I’ll take you there first.”
Erniu did not answer immediately. He glanced at the gun in his hand, then at the Japanese corpse on the ground, and a fierce look that was beyond his years flashed in his eyes.
"Master, wait for me!"
After saying that, he carefully tucked the gun behind his waist and, like a little wolf, rushed to the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.
Without the slightest fear, he swiftly began stripping the Japanese soldiers of their uniforms, removing their canteens, food bags, and even their worn-out leather boots.
Before long, he had looted a large pile of spoils, packed them in a Japanese soldier's shirt, and dragged them over with difficulty. Zhou Jue looked at his "plucking feathers from a passing goose" style and was both amused and exasperated, but in his heart, he looked at him with newfound respect.
This kid isn't just a hothead who only knows how to shout and kill; he knows what's good and how to survive.
"Let's go." Zhou Jue didn't say much. He gathered up the Type 38 rifles and bullets on the ground, tied them with a rope, and easily carried them on his shoulder.
"Master, let me help you!" Erniu quickly dropped his spoils and came over to help.
"No need, just take your own things."
Zhou Jue carried more than a dozen rifles as if he were carrying a bundle of firewood, and led Erniu, who was dragging a large bundle, toward the mountain valley.
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