Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

As night falls, the Spring City is shrouded in a thick darkness, with only sporadic lights swaying in the cold wind.

A group of Japanese soldiers suddenly broke into the alley, and the sound of their leather shoes hitting the cobblestone road was particularly harsh in the silent night.

"Search every house. If you find Boss Zhang, capture him alive. If he resists, break his arms and legs first. We only want his brain and tongue. Do you understand?"

"Hi!"

Following the order from the Japanese officer, the Japanese soldiers quickly dispersed and, under the leadership of the traitor, began to knock on doors from house to house.

Bang bang bang!
The Japs began to smash the door violently. The huge noise echoed in the night sky, waking up the sleeping residents.

The wooden door was vulnerable to the heavy blow and soon broke into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere. Then, a group of Japanese soldiers armed with live ammunition poured into the courtyard like a flood.

"Search! Even if it's a rat hole, dig it out for me!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese sergeant leading the team roared, and the other Japanese soldiers quickly dispersed and began to search every corner roughly, rummaging through drawers and cabinets, overturning the residents' furniture, and the porcelain on the furniture fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

The common people who were hit were naturally not very happy, and especially the women at home, who actually ran up to argue with the Japanese.

But what greeted her was a brutal beating from the Japanese.

The man in the house went to protect his wife, but was grabbed by the hair and dragged into the yard by the Japanese.

At this time, seeing the yard full of Japanese devils, the family finally felt fear.

But at this point, everything was too late, because their previous act of resistance had made the Japanese think that he was also one of the rebels.

The Japanese tortured them inhumanely, and after a series of beatings from their rifle butts, the male owner of the family was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

The hostess knelt down and begged, but was dragged aside by several Japanese soldiers and her clothes were stripped off.

The man roared, pulled out the Japanese bayonet and stabbed one of the Japanese from behind.

But at the same time, two other Japanese bayonets pierced into his body.

Then there was the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The cruel Japanese soldier only stopped when he had stabbed the man and the woman to a bloody mess.

Neighbors were also awakened and forced to gather in the street.

When they witnessed this tragedy, their faces were filled with anger.

But they dared not make any sound, for fear of attracting trouble.

The Japs were equally ruthless to other people. If anyone showed any dissatisfaction or hesitation, they would beat them up. The whole street was filled with the cries of children and women, their pleas for mercy, and the Japs' curses. It was like hell on earth.

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In the distance, Duanwu, Liuge, and Boss Zhang have followed an ancient underground passage and come underground. This is the underground black market that Duanwu and Liuge want to find, also known as the Spring City Ghost Market.

It's very strange in this world, where there is light there is darkness.

But in the same way, where there is darkness there is also light.

Before the Japanese came, this underground black market was the most shady place in the entire Chuncheng.

But after the Japanese came, this place became everyone's last straw.

Of course, not everyone can enter here. One must have a black market license to enter.

Boss Zhang had a black market coin, so he could bring Duanwu and his wife and children into the black market. After looking at the black market silver coin, the two men in black made a gesture of invitation.

There are three types of black market access tickets: copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins.

As the holders of silver coins, they must be big customers of the black market, so the man in black politely invited them in.

Duanwu looked at the neatly laid blue bricks and asked, "This should be an air-raid shelter, right? Didn't the Japanese find this place?"

Boss Zhang shook his head and said, "It's not clear, but this is indeed a huge air-raid shelter, which is said to have been built during the Qing Dynasty. The purpose of its construction is not clear.

Later, when the Qing Dynasty was gone, a mysterious administrator appeared here and a ghost market was formed here. It was as if this air-raid shelter was built for this ghost market. "

Duanwu nodded and said nothing more. After all, it didn’t matter who the person behind the scenes was, nor did it matter how they operated under the eyes of the devils. What mattered was that there were people here who made false testimony.

Boss Zhang said that there was a lame Liu here, and the fake certificates he made were so real that they could be mistaken for the real ones.

He had done several smuggling deals before and was afraid that the Japanese would find out about him, so he came here to make a false certificate, which the Japanese couldn't tell at all.

Duanwu nodded in satisfaction again, and walked towards the depths of the ghost market under the light of the oil lamps.

I don’t know how long I walked, probably about ten minutes, before I arrived at an iron gate.

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At this time, there were four strong men in black guarding here, and there were masks hanging on the wall.

Boss Zhang showed his silver coin. The other party looked at Duanwu and Liu Ge and asked, "There are a lot of people."

Boss Zhang said, "I'll be your guarantor if you bring new people to trade."

The man in black nodded, ranked them, and then gave everyone a mask.

Boss Zhang put on the mask skillfully, and then said to Duanwu and Liuge, "Put it on. You have to wear a mask in the ghost market. The payment is settled."

Duanwu and Liu Ge both put on masks, while Boss Zhang was putting a mask on his daughter.

In the ghost market, it is also very dangerous to reveal your true identity. Because who knows if there are any Japanese spies here?

So after putting on masks, the group continued walking towards the ghost market.

After turning a corner, the road ahead was not only brighter, but there were also more people around.

And it was a little different from what Duanwu had imagined. In addition to stalls, the people in the ghost market also had shops. They were all inside the walls, like cave dwellings.

Boss Zhang said at this time: "In this ghost market, as long as you have money, you can buy anything. I bought my pistol here."

"Haha, you can still buy weapons?"

Duanwu laughed, because this time when he went into the city, he brought a turtle box with him.

This thing is just junk, even the Japanese officers are unwilling to use it.

But there was no other way. Duanwu was pretending to be a Japanese officer, so he could only use this.

Therefore, this ghost market became the best choice for Duanwu and Liuge to get weapons.

But Duanwu is not in a hurry, because their top priority now is to get documents that are so real that they can be mistaken for the real thing.

But unexpectedly, Boss Zhang said goodbye and said, "You guys stay here for now. I'll go make arrangements for my wife and the kids, and then I'll take you to find the person who made the false testimony."

Duanwu thought so too. It was indeed a bit inconvenient for Boss Zhang to bring his family to visit the ghost market with them! (End of this chapter)