The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Adjusting his breathing with deep breaths, Song Qingyuan's mind was working at high speed, thinking about how to get out of the city.

At this time, the entire Weifang city was completely surrounded by the Japanese. Not to mention a living person like him, even flies and mosquitoes could not fly out.

If I were discovered by the devils, they would definitely think I was a spy, and then...

As I was thinking, I suddenly heard the barking of dogs and the shouting of Japanese soldiers from the dark alley beside me.

Song Qingyuan, who was suddenly brought back to his senses, was startled and felt his body go cold:

There are devils and traitors outside the alley, and the only way to escape is also the Japanese devils coming to kill them——

Just as he was about to climb over the wall to find a way out, a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside the alley. After hearing the whistle, the Japanese soldiers turned around and hid, then lay on the ground with their hands on their heads.

It was as if something deadly and terrifying was about to pass by.

Song Qingyuan didn't understand what was going on, but the whistling sound above his head made him suddenly understand...The Japanese were screaming because of this thing?
I immediately looked up towards the direction of the noise - two dead white searchlights were chasing a large iron-winged object in the sky. The sound I had never heard of before came from that thing!

"That is……"

While Song Qingyuan was hesitating, the bomber with the blue sky and white sun painted on it suddenly flew over their heads and dropped a bomb into the distance!
Boom!
Accompanied by a shocking explosion, yellow flames shot up into the sky, shaking the ground violently, and Song Qingyuan's teeth even ached.

Are these our own people here to fight the Japanese?

He couldn't help but feel ecstatic, and he became more determined to escape from Weifang... Yes, join the army and fight the Japanese together!
At this point, more bombers swept across the sky, continuously dropping deadly bombs, and the Japanese sounded the alarm and began to assemble their troops - but their air defense network had not yet been fully established;
Moreover, the Japanese air defense weapons were inferior to those of the Northeast Air Force. If they wanted to hit high-speed fighters escorted by other fighter planes, they would have to use up more than half of their ammunition.

Just when the surroundings were becoming chaotic because of these "air killers", Song Qingyuan decisively seized the opportunity, rushed out of the alley, and while the Japanese army's attention was all focused on the air, he quickly rushed onto the truck carrying corpses.

"Um, who are you..."

The driver was actually a Chinese. He was shocked to see a man jumping up.

But what surprised him even more was what happened next. The man actually pulled out a dagger from his lower back and silently pressed it against his waist.

"Don't talk! If the devil asks you to leave the city, take me out of the city... Otherwise, I will kill you!"

Under Song Qingyuan's coercion, the driver had no choice but to obey.

The bombing continued, and the truck quickly drove out of the city while the chaos was going on. The wheels rolled over the last barbed wire fence, and Jiang Feng suddenly lifted the straw mats covering the victims.

The searchlights behind the city and the continuous explosions echoed each other, shining right on the dagger in Song Qingyuan's hand. The tiger head emblem flashed a cold light, as clear as when he took it from the old helmsman several years ago.

"You... let's go!"

When they reached a safe place far enough away from the city, Song Qingyuan stopped the driver and told him to get out of the car and escape.

In fact, he hated these traitors so much that he originally wanted to kill them with a knife after leaving the city. But then he thought that after all, it was he who saved him... People in the underworld will repay a favor, so he let him go.

"Sir, if you kick me out of the car right now, in this remote place, I will die!"

The driver immediately begged with a sad face, "I think you are a hero, why don't you let me follow you!"

Song Qingyuan glared at him and said, "I won't accept a spineless traitor!" The driver was about to cry, "Sir, I am helpless! The Japanese bayonet is pointing at my head, so I have no choice but to do something!"

He quickly introduced himself and said that his name was Wang Jinzi. He had served in the Lu Army for several years, so he knew how to drive...but he was addicted to opium and his body was ruined, so he deserted.

However, he didn't expect that this experience would save his life, so when he heard that Song Qingyuan wanted to fight the Japanese, Wang Jinzi immediately expressed his willingness.

"Well, if you're willing, come bury those bodies with me!"

Without saying a word, Song Qingyuan put the dagger back into his waist, opened the car door and jumped out.

The weather at midnight was very cold, and the frozen soil was difficult to dig, but the helmsman really couldn't bear to see the bodies of the people exposed, so he decided to dig a big pit and bury them all together.

Even for strong men like them, it is not an easy task to accomplish in such weather and environment.

The plaster flag fluttered on the ruins of Lutai Academy. The military reporter carrying a Leica camera deliberately avoided the scene on the left side of the street:

Hundreds of prisoners of war were tied together by iron wires through their collarbones to form a centipede formation, and they staggered across the minefield they had laid the day before.

The continuous explosions caused the men to roar, but with machine guns behind them they had to clear mines for the Japanese.

Behind them, the relatively complete outlines of the city walls were being filled inch by inch by the newly installed Type 92 infantry guns - the Japanese engineers were repairing fortifications and building new city defenses.

As the moonlight shone on the Japanese bunker at Weixian Railway Station, a baby's cry was heard from deep within the ruins.

On his blood-stained cheongsam, the golden peony glowed faintly in the remaining fire - this faint vitality would eventually turn into the first charge of the soldiers in the inevitable counterattack tomorrow morning.

When the cavalry's iron palms crushed the ice east of Qingzhou, the hand of the gold watch on Jiang Cheng's wrist pointed to three o'clock in the morning.

Twenty thousand fully armed elite Northeast Army soldiers, with wooden pieces in their mouths, their fur coats worn inside out to reveal snow-white lamb wool, and Type 26 submachine guns or Type 92 light machine guns hung on both sides of their saddles.

This is a death combination produced by those "mad" German scientific research teams, which can beat the enemy into a sieve at the first encounter.

"Master Jiang! We caught two spies..."

The soldiers who went to investigate returned, bringing with them Song Qingyuan and Wang Jinzi, who were tied up.

"Bullshit, you are the spy, you——"

Being thrown to the ground, he quickly raised his head stubbornly, but Song Qingyuan calmed down and quickly changed from being frightened to being overjoyed, "You, who are you?"

I left the city for revenge, but now I really encountered a large army!

However, the uniforms of the Northeast Army were very similar to those of the Kwantung Army. Song Qingyuan, who had never seen the world, blinked his eyes repeatedly, but then he recalled that he seemed to have seen soldiers in similar uniforms when he was in Jinan Prefecture.

"Is this a spy? I don't think he is——"

Jiang Cheng glanced at the other person with the flashlight, and then grinned, "It's obvious! A Shandong man, a Shandong man... How can the Japanese be so tall and strong?"

Hearing this joke, the officers and soldiers around all laughed. (End of this chapter)