Chapter 586: Fight! Fight! Fight!

'The Japanese are here.'

'The Japanese are here?'

Lin Beiqiu and the others immediately became nervous.

In the past, they had dealt with the Japanese invaders, and it had been very unpleasant.

Because of Cao Jian Zhang's presence, they could only swallow their anger when dealing with the Japanese. Many times, they tried to avoid seeing them.

If they met them on the road, they would take a detour. Otherwise, if there was a conflict, they would still suffer.

After returning, they would be lectured by Cao Jian Zhang. He would say that the overall situation is important...

Over time, in the eyes of the Japanese, they became the existence of cowards.

The so-called 'sick man of East Asia' spread like wildfire.

However...

'Ambush!'

'Load the bullets!'

'Listen to my orders!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand casually. As if nothing had happened.

But Lin Beiqiu and the others had their cheeks tensing.

Ambush?

Load the bullets?

What was Zhang Yong going to do?

Kill all the Japanese in this remote alley?

Wow...

He really dared to.

This guy had killed a lot of Japanese military police.

The Japanese hate him. But they can't do anything about him. This guy has almost no weak points. The Japanese can't catch him at all.

What do you mean almost?

It's not the same as no.

The biggest weak point is greed.

So...

the Japanese can also desperately feed him money.

As long as Zhang Yong's appetite is filled, it is estimated that he may not be interested in catching Japanese spies.

The question is...

When will it be full?

What if Zhang Yong's appetite is insatiable, a bottomless pit, and no amount of money will be enough?

It's a dilemma...

Soon after, a group of Japanese came over.

They were aggressive.

They looked fierce.

The ones in charge were all Japanese ronin.

They wore loose black or grey robes and carried short swords at their waists. They were unchecked and unrestrained.

They wore wooden clogs, which made a loud sound as they walked.

These Japanese are like locusts in Tientsin. Wherever they go, bad luck follows. If they want to pick on someone, they deliberately enter that person's territory. Then they refuse to leave. No one else dares to come in. Business goes bust.

But it's strange, Zhang Yong has never encountered them before.

Luckily, he has now finally met them.

They are all Japanese invaders.

None of them have guns.

These Japanese invaders are arrogant!

They dare to rampage around without guns.

It can only be said that everything is caused by the Japanese Kwantung Army in North China. This garrison is the culprit.

Zhang Yong counted. There were a total of 13 Japanese.

'All of you!'

'Defeat one. Reward one dollar!'

'The Japanese don't use knives, so we don't use knives either. The Japanese use knives, so we use knives too!'

Zhang Yong's expression was calm.

What he had brought with him was no good either.

The fighting strength of those veterans was also top-notch. They also had weapons.

Not only guns, but also machetes and bayonets. They are armed to the teeth. Zhang Yong would never go out unarmed.

There are many Japanese soldiers. But there are even more of us. There are more than 30 of us on this side.

Two against one, we should be able to handle it.

Of course, we need a big reward now.

With a big reward, there will be brave men.

Let's do it!

Form up.

Tapered.

Three veterans stood in front with machetes.

They have all chopped off the heads of Japanese invaders at Xifengkou. They are absolutely not intimidated when facing the Japanese invaders. Besides, the Japanese invaders don't even have bayonets.

The short knives stuck in their waists are only about one foot long. What's the name of this kind of short knife? What's the difference? I can't remember. Anyway, it's not a halberd. A halberd is specially used to chop off heads. Chop off the Japanese invaders' own heads.

'Haha! Chinese people, get lost!'

A Japanese man shouted. He didn't care at all about the person in front of him.

Zhang Yong grabbed a piece of mud and threw it at the Japanese man's face.

He hit the target perfectly. It hit the Japanese man right in the eye.

'Ah...'

the Japanese man screamed.

He was caught off guard by the mud and was covered in it. He couldn't open his eyes.

'Serves you right!'

Zhang Yong clapped his hands. It was easy and fun.

He wasn't good at fighting head-on, but he was good at sneaking up on people!

Unfortunately, there was only mud. No lime. Otherwise, a lump of lime smashed in the face. That would have been awesome. It would have guaranteed the Japanese invaders a blast.

There was also the technique of splashing faeces...

Er, that was a bit advanced, I couldn't learn it myself...

'Baka!'

'What are you doing here?'

'Get out of here!'

The other Japanese howled.

Zhang Yong snapped his fingers.

Shut up! Beat him up!

'Attack!'

came the order.

Everyone immediately charged forward.

Fuck you. What's so great about you Japanese?

Beat them!

Beat them hard!

'Baka!'

'Baka!'

The Japanese immediately realised that something was wrong.

What's going on? Is the other side fighting back?

No. This is not a fight back.

The other side is actively attacking!

Before the Japanese could even make a move, the other side had already charged forward.

It felt like they were waiting for them to arrive. As soon as they arrived, they started fighting. What machetes, what a crowd, what the hell, the Chinese don't know the meaning of sportsmanship...

With each scream, more and more Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground.

The Japanese soldiers, who had always been arrogant, could not bear such a defeat. So they desperately got up and continued to fight. And then they were knocked down again...

The two sides were in a melee. The scene was very heated.

'Fight!'

'Fight!'

Zhang Yong was shouting from behind.

He didn't go into battle himself, but he was actively involved.

He wanted to secretly take some mud and throw it at the Japanese invaders, but there were so many people that he might hit one of his own. So he gave up.

'Baka!'

'Who are you?'

'Come out and talk, you lot! Come out!'

'Come out!'

The Japanese invaders couldn't hold back any longer and had to retreat.

They weren't stupid. After drawing back, they focused on defence. They quickly stabilised the situation.

It turned out that, when prepared, 30 against 13 did not have a chance of winning. If they fought reluctantly, they would both lose. So Zhang Yong ordered a ceasefire.

Didn't you want me to go out? Then I'll go out.

Stand out.

'I'm the one. What do you want to say?'

'Baka! Who are you? How dare you hit us? You must not want to live, right?'

'You don't know who I am?'

Zhang Yong smiled.

These idiots.

They don't even recognise who they are.

Anyway, I'm not even disguised in the slightest. I haven't even changed out of my Chinese tunic suit.

I wonder what these Japanese invaders do for a living. Don't they have any horizontal communication at all? Haven't they seen my photo?

The two grim reapers are standing right in front of you, and you still don't know who they are.

'Baka! Whoever you are, you dare offend us, we will definitely destroy you!'

'Really?'

'It's not too late to kowtow and confess your crime...'

'Are you using a fantasy novel script?'

'Baka! What are you talking nonsense about? Let me tell you, we are from the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce, we...'

'My name is Zhang Yong!'

'Baka! We don't care what you call yourself...'

'Baka!'

The Japanese invaders yelled and cursed.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt like a failure! He had no deterrent effect at all.

These idiots in front of him definitely weren't Japanese secret service agents. They hadn't even heard of his name. Clearly they had no status at all.

But if there was any Japanese with status, surely they would have heard of Zhang Yong by now?

Maybe even Hitoshi Sugiyama and Hideki Tojo knew of him.

There was nothing he could do.

I've even told them my name. And you guys still haven't reacted.

'Hagaha...'

A group of Japanese were still cursing and swearing.

Zhang Yong waved his hand behind them.

Some of the Japanese soldiers felt something was wrong. They hurriedly turned around. They saw a lot of people coming up behind them.

All dressed in the same style of Chinese tunic suit. Each one was holding a wailing stick.

No, to be precise, it was a long wooden stick with the thickness of an arm.

This kind of long wooden stick is specifically used to beat people. One inch long, one inch strong.

As long as you don't hit the head, you generally won't kill someone. But if the Japanese don't resist, there's nothing you can do.

'Beat!'

'Crackling!'

'Beat!'

The group starts. More than a hundred people surround and beat up a dozen.

Without the skills of Yan Shuangying, they can only rely on the sheer number of people. The biggest advantage we Chinese have is that we are many.

When it comes to sheer numbers, how can you beat the Japanese invaders?

Ordinary Japanese invaders are actually no different from ordinary Chinese people.

After the Japanese invaders have been trained up, the ones that remain are just a bunch of chickens fighting with each other. 45 years later, many Japanese invaders are just the dregs of the war.

'Baka...'

'Ah...'

All kinds of screams came from the direction of the fighting.

A dozen Japanese invaders were no match for more than a hundred people.

So what if they had short swords?

The others had long sticks.

Back then, Qi Jiguang used spears and long sticks to kill the Japanese invaders.

Although Zhang Yong had not learned the essence of this, the sheer number of people and the handy weapons made the Japanese invaders cry for their mothers.

Many Japanese invaders realised that things were not going well. They hurriedly hid their heads and fled in a panic.

This trick did have an immediate benefit:

as long as they ran, they could escape safely. They would not continue to be beaten.

There were a few stubborn types, whose minds were not flexible and whose hearts were fanatical, who were beaten all over their bodies and were dying, and it was only then that they remembered to run.

Fortunately, they finally remembered to run. Otherwise, they might really have been killed.

If they were killed, they were killed.

Zhang Yong was not afraid.

China and Japan are sworn enemies. Who would show mercy to the other?

Those who don't listen. Those who don't know any better. They must be killed. They affect social development. They affect human progress...

'Just you wait...'

A Japanese soldier shouted angrily as he turned around.

As a result, a wooden stick flew from a distance and smashed right on his nose. His face was instantly covered in flowers.

'Ah...'

The Japanese soldier screamed. He fell backwards on the spot.

Realising that something was wrong, he hurriedly stumbled to try to stabilise himself. In the end, he failed.

The flying wooden stick was thrown by Wu Liuji. It was powerful and heavy. How could the Japanese soldier resist? He was almost knocked unconscious on the spot. Fortunately, the other Japanese soldiers realised something was wrong and hurriedly turned back, dragging him away.

'Po!'

There was a lot of chaos.

During the dragging and pulling, something fell.

Zhang Yong walked over and picked it up casually. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He felt like he might be the chosen one.

Silver banknotes!

It was a stack of silver banknotes that had fallen.

The Japanese soldier who had been hit in the nose by the wooden club might have been someone important, as he was carrying silver banknotes.

In their haste, the others pulled with all their might, not caring about their heads.

'Good, good, good!'

'I've got the same skill as Xu Qi'an. I went out to pick up money.'

Zhang Yong beamed.

Originally, he had just wanted to beat up the Japanese soldier and be done with it. He had never expected to find any windfall.

So, the Japanese deserve a beating. If you beat someone up for no reason, it's like beating a plum tree. You might get some fruit at some point.

He checks the banknotes one by one. They are all genuine. They are all from the Chinkin Bank.

This bank is much more valuable than the Po Sheng Bank. But it is a purely Japanese bank. It didn't issue many banknotes.

Five hundred...

One thousand...

It's a bit of a pity. There are only 1,200 silver dollars in total.

Each banknote is worth 100 silver dollars. There are 12 in total. In terms of value, it is indeed a bit lacking.

But never mind!

Zhang Yong is open to all offers. It would be rude to refuse.

Even one silver dollar is good. Not to mention 1,200 silver dollars. It is enough to run the police station for a month.

Alas, I am poor!

I am in serious need of money.

After driving all the Japanese invaders away, Zhang Yong turned around.

What was the name of the Japanese guy who was killed earlier? Oh no, I've forgotten again.

Luckily, it doesn't matter. Who cares about the name. Anyway, from now on, everything in this shop belongs to me, Zhang Yong.

Yes, it belongs to me, Zhang Yong. I'm just so domineering. Anyone who doesn't agree can come here. Keep fighting.

The map shows that there are weapons in the shop.

Obviously, this Japanese guy, what's-his-name, was no good either. He was hiding weapons!

Unfortunately, the murderer was also an expert. He knew that he had a weapon. So, he didn't give him the chance to get a weapon. He subdued him in no time.

Suddenly, a vague thought came to Zhang Yong's mind.

In other words, the murderer was not an ordinary person. The murderer is also an expert? Able to quickly control the target?

Well...

This is not a new discovery.

Anyone in the underworld has this ability.

If they didn't have the ability to control their targets, they would have been eliminated long ago. It's a chaotic world out there, and only the best will survive.

Shake his head.

Dismiss the thought.

Then go find weapons and ammunition.

Follow the map.

He quickly finds it.

It's another hidden storage room under the utility room.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

He roughly digs open the floor.

Sure enough, there are many weapons and ammunition hidden underneath.

There are rifles. There are pistols. There are grenades. There are even several packs of explosives. And detonators.

Haha. This guy Tian is no simple man!

A small fortune.

The police station has been restocked with weapons and ammunition.

Counting.

There are nine rifles. All different models. Mauser, Ma Si Huan, Mosin-Nagant, English 77...

The bullets are also very mixed. There are also various models. But the quantity is not large. All together, there are less than 500 rounds. Fortunately, the quality is still acceptable. There is no rust.

The pistols are all revolvers. There are five. There are very few bullets. Only 80 rounds.

There are more explosives and detonators. There are more than 100 pounds of explosives. More than 30 detonators. I guess this Japanese invader was an expert in blasting?

Excavating ancient tombs, blasting is the fastest method.

It's an ancient Chinese tomb, after all, so the Japanese wouldn't have cared about it. They blew it up. They took the treasures inside and ran.

No money was found.

It seems that this Japanese spy did not hide the money and weapons together.

So, where would it be?

Zhang Yong believes that the other party must have hidden money. It's impossible that there would be no spare parts.

Strange. Nothing was found. Could it be that the murderer took it?

In fact, does the murderer want money?

Or, the murderer knew where the money was hidden?

If so, it means that the murderer had a target. He came for the Japanese money.

It could be an acquaintance.

It could be an accomplice.

Disputes are most likely to occur within the tomb robbers.

Who knows if they killed someone and buried them in the tomb. There is nothing more dangerous than this.

Continue searching.

Nothing was found.

There was nothing else to do.

They returned home.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed and he saw a familiar yet strange figure.

Without thinking, Zhang Yong immediately marked the white campus ground that represented him. At the same time, he secretly wondered. This guy, finally willing to show his face?

Ah...

He's really elusive!