Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 3043 Two traitors were immediately scared to death!
The next morning, the two traitors rode their rickshaws along, bumping along the way, and were about to arrive at the anti-Japanese brigade's camp.

The tall, thin traitor slammed on the brakes, and the motorcycle came to a screeching halt.

The short, fat traitor was nearly shaken off his feet and cursed, "What the hell is going on?"

The tall, thin traitor nervously asked, "Brother, are we... are we really going in? Once we go in, we don't know if we'll come out alive."

Upon hearing this, the short, stout traitor also became nervous.

He swallowed hard and retorted, "If we don't go in, do you think the Japanese will spare us?"

The two sat on the motorcycle, looking at each other, both seeing tension and fear in each other's eyes.

After a long silence, the tall, thin traitor suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Brother, I've got an idea. When we get to the anti-Japanese brigade, we'll curse the Japanese devils fiercely and expose all their atrocities. Those heroes of the anti-Japanese brigade hate the Japanese devils the most. The fiercer we curse them, the more they'll think that we were forced to be traitors, and maybe they won't make things too difficult for us!"

Upon hearing this, the short, stout traitor's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, that's a good idea! We were forced into this situation by the Japanese devils, and we hate them too. We'll vent all our resentment and let them know that we are also suffering people."

The more they talked, the more brilliant the idea seemed. The fear on their faces gradually faded, replaced by excitement and pride.

The tall, thin traitor slapped the handlebars of his motorcycle and shouted, "Alright, it's settled then! We'll definitely make it back alive this time, and maybe we'll even get the appreciation of the anti-Japanese brigade."

The short, stout traitor also burst into laughter. Then the two of them got back on the motorcycle and headed straight for the anti-Japanese brigade's base.

The motorcycle sped along and soon arrived at the anti-Japanese brigade's camp.

From a distance, they were stopped by a heavily armed sentry.

The tall, thin traitor immediately beamed, bowed, and said obsequiously, "Sir, you are truly awe-inspiring! Look at your posture, straight as a pine tree, you are clearly a well-trained hero! We brothers have long heard of the Anti-Japanese Brigade's strict discipline and many heroes, and seeing you today, it is indeed true!"

Not to be outdone, the short, stout traitor quickly stepped forward, gave a thumbs-up, and said obsequiously, "That's right, that's right! If you stand here, those little devils will be scared out of their wits! It's our great honor to meet you!"

The sentry was both amused and exasperated by the praise, and upon looking at these two slovenly-looking fellows, he knew they were no good people, but rather traitors.

The soldier then shouted sternly, "What are you doing here? What are you doing in our anti-Japanese brigade?"

The tall, thin traitor quickly smiled obsequiously and said, "Sir, we're just delivering a message for the Japanese. We want to see your highest-ranking official!"

The sentry became cautious and questioned, "Do you have any weapons on you? And what message are you delivering?"

The two traitors quickly replied, "No, we didn't bring any weapons. To avoid any misunderstanding, I even threw away my ear pick."

The sentry said disbelievingly, "Why all the nonsense? Turn around, I need to search you."

The two traitors obediently turned around, and the soldiers began to search them. Sure enough, they found nothing on them except a letter addressed to Duanwu.

The sentry could read a few words, but not many. He didn't understand what was written on it. So he questioned, "Is this all you deliver?"

The two traitors quickly replied, "Yes, yes, we're here to deliver a message!"

The sentry ignored them, instead putting his left thumb and middle finger into his mouth and whistling. Immediately, two anti-Japanese guerrilla fighters jumped out of their hiding places. The sentry said to the other two, "These two traitors are messengers sent by the Japanese. Take them in. If they dare to misbehave, you know what you'll do!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two soldiers saluted simultaneously, and after receiving the order, each escorted a traitor into the camp.

The tall, thin traitor felt the gun pointed at his lower back, and immediately put on a fawning expression. He hunched over slightly, his face plastered with a servile smile, and said to the soldier guarding him:
"My good sir, look at your physique, as sturdy as an iron tower! You walk with such power and grace, you're clearly a true hero who can fight on the battlefield and defend the country! It's only because my ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke that I'm being escorted by you!"

Upon hearing this, the short, stout traitor, not wanting to be outdone, quickly moved closer to the soldier guarding him, bowing and scraping, and giving a thumbs-up, saying, "That's right, that's right! Sir, your eyes are as sharp as an eagle's. If you spot a Japanese soldier, you can take him down with one shot! You don't even need to fire a second shot, right?"

The two soldiers sneered, but still pressed their guns against the two traitors' waists and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense and behave yourselves!"

Seeing that the two soldiers hadn't changed their opinion of them at all, the tall, thin traitor realized he might have misjudged their flattery, so he continued, "Hero, you must train very hard, right? Look at your bearing, just standing there, you're like Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, from the opera!"

The short, fat traitor echoed this sentiment and was about to continue filming.

The two soldiers said impatiently, "It's no use flattering us. We're just ordinary soldiers. If the leadership wants to execute you, we'll have to do it immediately!"

Upon hearing the soldier's words, the tall, thin traitor's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance. His head drooped like a wilted eggplant, and he said in a trembling voice, "Good...good man, spare...spare our lives! We...we really didn't do anything bad. We were forced into it by the Japanese devils."

The short, stout traitor turned deathly pale with fright, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He pleaded in a tearful voice, "Sirs, we're just two pitiful creatures. We do whatever the Japanese devils tell us to do. We have no choice. Please don't kill us."

"Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!"

The two soldiers shouted at them and forced them to continue walking forward.

The two traitors walked with dragging steps, each step seeming as if they were heading towards the gates of hell.

As the tall, thin traitor walked, he muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over, I'm definitely going to die now. I should never have come to this godforsaken place."

The short, stout traitor also sighed, "Yes, this time I'm going to lose my life here. I have a wife and children at home, I don't want to die."

"Hurry up, stop dawdling!"

Another soldier also began to berate the two traitors.

The two traitors were so frightened by the shout that they almost collapsed to the ground. The tall, thin traitor stammered, "Good...good man, I...I...my legs are weak...I can't walk anymore."

The short, stout traitor chimed in, "I... I can't walk anymore either, please let us rest!"

The two soldiers frowned, nudged them lightly with the butts of their rifles, and cursed, "Stop talking nonsense and get going! If you dawdle any longer, we'll shoot you right now!"

Upon hearing this, the two traitors were terrified and quickly mustered their strength to quicken their pace.

But their heads remained drooping, looking pitiful as if they could be shot at any moment!