Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and they felt a chill, but they did not find anything unusual.
However, their comrades fell to the ground one after another.
The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground all had long wounds on their necks, from which blood was gushing out.
Their eyes widened in confusion and fear. They screamed and fired wildly, but were quickly killed by the invisible Eighth Route Army soldiers.
The battle ended swiftly and decisively, with over two hundred Japanese soldiers annihilated in a very short time. The train station was successfully captured by the Eighth Route Army, and all of this was inseparable from Chu Wanwan's invisibility spell.
After the battle, Battalion Commander Zhang excitedly patted Chu Wanwan on the shoulder: "Comrade Chu Wanwan, you are a great hero this time! Your invisibility spell made our battle so easy, it's truly amazing!"
Chu Wanwan smiled modestly: "It's nothing, Battalion Commander Zhang. I think we can turn the tables on them, put on these Japanese soldiers' clothes, and catch the Japanese soldiers on the train off guard!"
"That's a good idea! Okay, let's do it your way!"
Battalion Commander Zhang then instructed Li Jun to go down and give the orders.
The group changed into Japanese soldiers' clothes, picked up Japanese rifles, and began patrolling as if they were Japanese soldiers.
Just after midnight, a train slowly pulled into the station from a distance.
The train doors opened, and hundreds of Japanese soldiers jumped out. They walked towards Battalion Commander Zhang and his men, then began to speak in a cacophony of gibberish.
Battalion Commander Zhang obviously couldn't understand the Japanese soldiers' language, but they didn't need to. Their numbers were roughly equal to the enemy's; the enemy was in the open, while their own forces were in the shadows, so they could act directly.
Battalion Commander Zhang immediately shouted, "Attack!"
Then he opened fire, taking cover in the nearby bunker as he fired.
Chu Wanwan and the other soldiers also opened fire, while nimbly moving their positions to avoid becoming targets for the enemy.
The Japanese soldiers who had just disembarked were caught off guard by the sudden attack. They had initially thought their own people had come to pick them up, but instead, they were met with a fierce assault. Gunfire erupted throughout the train station, and smoke filled the air.
Because Battalion Commander Zhang and his men were dressed in Japanese uniforms and had infiltrated the enemy ranks, the enemy was unable to distinguish friend from foe and were thus hampered in their actions.
Battalion Commander Zhang and his men were all acquaintances, and they cooperated seamlessly, killing many enemy soldiers and inflicting heavy casualties on the Japanese.
After the first gunshot rang out, Japanese soldiers poured off the train, but they couldn't tell who was the enemy and who was their own, and soon joined the chaotic battle.
Finally, many Japanese soldiers died at the hands of their own people.
The battle raged from dawn until daybreak, with the Eighth Route Army losing 51 men, while the Japanese suffered heavy losses, with more than 2,000 dead.
The soldiers in the camp cheered. They had thought this mission was extremely dangerous, but they had never expected to defeat the enemy so easily.
Chu Wanwan and Si Mingye boarded the train with the troops and discovered that there were not only a large number of weapons such as rifles, machine guns, and grenades, but also a lot of rice, vegetables, and meat.
The vegetables and meats were chilled with large blocks of ice, and they looked very fresh.
The soldiers hadn't had anything good to eat in a long time, and seeing so much delicious food, they all swallowed hard.
"What are you waiting for? Take back as many of the best machine guns and grenades as possible. As for the rest, burn them along with the train!"
Battalion Commander Zhang gave the order.
He knew that what he had in front of him was good stuff, but there were only two military trucks at the train station. These trucks should be loaded with as many weapons and ammunition as possible so that the Eighth Route Army's combat effectiveness could be greatly enhanced.
As for food, although it is important, weapons are undoubtedly a higher priority in wartime.
Moreover, enemy reinforcements will arrive soon, and they cannot linger here. We must quickly move as many valuable weapons as possible and destroy the rest…
Chu Wanwan looked at the truck full of supplies, especially the meat, and felt a pang of heartache.
We're living in a time of famine, and very few families have enough to eat. It would be such a waste to fry up all this food.
So she said, "Wait a minute! I can try to draw an invisibility spell on this train. If we can hide the entire train, we won't have to rush to leave!"
Chu Wanwan frowned and said, "If it were before, these good things could enter my space with a thought, so there would be no need for this much trouble."
"Comrade Chu Wanwan, how can you make such a big train invisible?" Battalion Commander Zhang was shocked.
"I'll give it a try!"
Chu Wanwan wasn't confident that in her previous life, when she was cultivating in the Xuanmen sect, she could draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create talismans.
So let alone a train, she could hide even the entire Ningshui County, but now, relying solely on ordinary cinnabar talismans, she probably wouldn't succeed.
“Alright! You keep drawing, I’ll lead them to move the weapons, we’ll do it both ways!” Battalion Commander Zhang said.
Chu Wanwan nodded and immediately began to act. She found a relatively quiet and spacious place and started using a brush dipped in cinnabar to draw talismans on yellow paper. Her brushstrokes were smooth and powerful, and she looked very skilled.
Meanwhile, Battalion Commander Zhang and the other soldiers were not idle either.
They began systematically unloading the weapons and ammunition from the train and loading them onto military trucks. Everyone was busy but orderly; no one spoke, only the sound of straw sandals clattering on the ground echoed in the air.
Just then, an old man's voice suddenly rang out: "Well, well! Two petty thieves, so you really are members of the Eighth Route Army. I thought you Eighth Route Army really wouldn't take a single needle or thread from the common people, but now you're openly robbing them?!"
Everyone was startled by the sudden sound and turned to look. They saw an old Taoist priest wearing a tattered robe and carrying a large cloth bag staring angrily at them.
Chu Wanwan stopped writing, looked at the old man, and smiled awkwardly when she saw that he was the old Taoist priest from the mountain.
"Hehehe... I say, old man, it's just a writing brush, a little cinnabar, and some yellow paper. Why did you chase me all the way here from the temple in the middle of the night?"
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