The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

He couldn't tell the direction in the pitch-dark tunnel... and after crawling along the passage for a while, he found that it was getting narrower and the air was getting thinner.

It was probably the continuous bombing by the Japanese army that caused the collapse of the tunnel. He didn't have a light in his hands, and he couldn't risk entering an unfamiliar tunnel of unknown depth and direction.

Swallowing heavily, Song Qingyuan carefully shrank his body.

He couldn't die here, as all the brothers in the Weifang branch had died at the hands of the Japanese... and their iron hooves trampled everywhere, killing countless civilians.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard the footsteps of the Japanese nearby.

Song Qingyuan was suddenly shocked: These super Japanese devils are so smart that they can find this place?
What he didn't know was that because of his wounds and the blood he shed along the way, he became the best "guide" for the Japanese.

Just when he was confused, he heard a mumbling conversation outside the well. Of course, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

"Baga, the damned Chinaman must have jumped into this well - you, jump in now and catch the Chinaman?"

"What? You want me to jump into a well... Sir, my hometown is in Kumamoto Prefecture, there are mountains everywhere and I can't swim!"

"What a waste of the Empire! Well, I wanted to capture this bastard alive and ask him where the soldiers here went. But now it seems unnecessary."

After saying these words, Song Qingyuan, who was hiding in the tunnel, suddenly heard several gunshots.

They must have been shooting right into the well, intending to kill whoever they imagined themselves to be hiding in the water.

The sound of the Type 38 rifle echoed repeatedly in the well, and it was so loud that the man couldn't help but cover his ears.

Just when he thought the Japanese were finally leaving, he heard the crisp sound of a pin being pulled out and the sound of something iron hitting the stone slab at the wellhead.

Puff... It seemed like something fell into the water and exploded behind Song Qingyuan.

After a series of shots, the Japanese were still unwilling to give up and actually threw a melon grenade into the well. The explosion instantly created a "huge wave" in the water, and the violent sound and vibration took away Song Qingyuan's consciousness.

This sporadic resistance, like the last ringing of the bell in the Weifang Bell Tower, was ultimately drowned out by the sound of the armored vehicle's tracks.

When the Japanese sergeant kicked open the church's stained glass window, more than 20 women were tying hemp ropes to the beams.

These girls' students hid here, but their traces were eventually discovered under the bed by the sulfur flashlights.

They imitated women and children, arranged their embroidered shoes into the shape of a pair of lotus flowers, and bit the poison-soaked collars of their clothes with white silk hanging in front of their necks - this was the most silent resistance in the occupied areas, more resolute than the hundreds of corpses suffocating in the air-raid shelters.

Unfortunately, the women's determination did not win them any sympathy from these inhuman beasts.

These bastards let out strange shouts of excitement and pounced on the bodies hanging from the beams... Young and beautiful girls were a great stimulation to them, especially the catharsis after victory.

The Japanese army broke in so quickly that many female students did not have time to die - but even their bodies, which were still warm, became a "delicious meal" in the eyes of these wild beasts.

Screams were heard everywhere, but these bastards became more and more excited.

Song Qingyuan slowly woke up after an unknown amount of time, and was almost choked to death by the earthy smell.

Everything in front of his eyes went dark, his ears were buzzing, and his whole body was in so much pain that he almost passed out.

"Those bastard Japanese guys—" He coughed up a lot of saliva mixed with blood and dirt from his chest, and finally struggled to back out of the nearly collapsed tunnel.

It was almost dark outside, and the well was almost collapsed by the explosion.

Song Qingyuan dug the dirt out of his ears, forced himself to calm down, and listened carefully to the noise outside.

No sound can be heard.

There shouldn't be anyone around...

After making sure it was safe, he carefully climbed out of the well:

The moon had already risen high in the sky, and the dead city on a winter night was almost silent from all sounds. He looked around and saw a woman lying outside the collapsed wall, her clothes almost torn apart.

Judging from the way she died, it was obvious that she had suffered a lot of bullying from the Japanese during her lifetime.

"These bastards are not human!"

Song Qingyuan almost gritted his teeth. He quickly took off his vest, carefully covered the woman with it, and then ran out of the alley quickly.

The ice on the bluestone slabs perfectly reflected the track of the searchlight, stepping over the frosted tile ridges.

The devil's wolfhounds were barking wildly a hundred meters away, and the alerted criminals turned around and began to search the streets;
Song Qingyuan's heart was beating wildly. He only had seven or eight bullets left in his submachine gun, and there was a bayonet hidden in his leggings.

With his current abilities, he can only kill two or three Japanese soldiers at most. If he encounters a patrolling group of Japanese soldiers, he will have to see his brothers!
Suddenly thinking of his brothers, the branch leader couldn't help but smile.

Come to think of it, we have killed enough devils today...what else is there to be afraid of?
But his mind couldn't help but flash through the voices and smiles of his brothers, and Song Qingyuan unconsciously clenched his fists.

Can't die!
As promised, I must survive - yes, survive and find a team to fight the Japanese!
If no one fights the Japanese, then I will fight them myself... Damn it, as long as there is still a Japanese in Shandong, I, Song Qingyuan, will not be a human being!

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a surge of courage in his heart.

Then, how am I supposed to get out of the city?
His eyes quickly turned to the guys who were cleaning up the bodies - the Japanese didn't kill all the people, they left some bodies to clean up.

These people were able to survive not because they were lucky, but because they were bad enough... When the Japanese attacked the city, they chose to surrender and defect. Some of them even became the "guides" of these foreign enemies because they knew a few words of Japanese.

Cursing these bastards silently in his heart, Song Qingyuan's eyes remained on the pile of corpses.

If the Japanese want to continue gathering in Weifang, they cannot allow the corpses to remain in the city... otherwise, large numbers of dead bodies will rot and form a terrible epidemic, which will eventually take the perpetrators to the underworld.

His first thought was to blend into the group of corpses while they were not paying attention, and pretend to be a dead person being carried out of the city...

But when the corpse transport convoy arrived, he felt that this was a bad idea.

The Japs were obviously afraid that there might be living people mixed in with the corpses, and the sergeant in the lead actually ordered the soldiers to use bayonets to pierce the abdominal cavities of the corpses in the front row, and to do the same with every corpse.

Although the devils immediately covered their mouths and noses and retreated when the yellow-green pus splashed on the snow, all the corpses were not spared - if I lay down in there and got my stomach pierced by a bayonet like this, I would probably become a real corpse! (End of this chapter)