Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Just as everyone was clinking their glasses and laughing heartily, a nurse rushed over from the back of the camp, waving her arms and shouting, "Captain, it's a baby! It's a baby! It's a boy!"

This unexpected good news was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

The soldiers were taken aback at first, but then burst into deafening cheers and applause.

The wine bowl in Duanwu's hand fell to the ground with a crash, splashing wine everywhere. His eyes widened, his face filled with surprise and disbelief. Then he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and burst into laughter: "Good! Good! I, Duanwu, actually have a son! Hahaha!"

Ma Ping'an was the first to rush forward, patted Duanwu on the shoulder forcefully, and said loudly, "Captain, congratulations! Double happiness! This is a great event for our Anti-Japanese Brigade!"

Ma Shanpao chimed in, "Captain, this kid is definitely a good prospect for fighting the Japanese. When he grows up, let him fight the Japanese with us!"

Upon hearing this, Long Qianyan retorted, "Nonsense! By the time the child grows up, the Japanese will have been driven away long ago. Why would we need a child to fight the Japanese?"

One-Eyed Dragon chimed in, "That's right, how can we let kids fight? We'll drive the Japanese devils away, hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

At this moment, someone suggested, "Captain, shouldn't we go check on your wife and child?"

Duanwu then came to her senses and quickly said, "Yes, yes, let's go take a look."

As he spoke, he walked towards the local hospital, surrounded by the crowd.

Upon arriving at the ward, Duanwu nervously rubbed her hands together before gently pushing open the door.

Tang Jiujiu was lying in bed, her face pale, but she had a happy smile on her face.

Beside her, on a small bed, lay a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, fast asleep.

Duanwu slowly walked to the bedside, gently took Tang Jiujiu's hand, and said tenderly, "Jiujiu, you've worked hard."

Tang Jiujiu smiled and shook her head, saying, "It's not hard work. I'm content to see the baby born safely and to see you return victorious."

Duanwu looked at her baby son in swaddling clothes, her heart filled with tenderness.

He gently stroked the child's face and said, "Son, don't worry, Dad will definitely protect you and Mom, protect our country, and let you live a peaceful life in the future." At this moment, the soldiers outside also gathered around, looking through the window at the heartwarming scene inside, and their faces showed a relieved smile.

In this era of war and chaos, the birth of this new life was like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing hope and strength to the soldiers of the anti-Japanese brigade.

They knew that for this child, and for millions of children, they had to continue fighting until the Japanese invaders were completely driven out of China and true peace and light were ushered in!
Just then, a sentry rushed to the gate, saluted, and said, "Reporting, Captain, a man has come to the outpost and requests to see you. He says his name is 'Sixth Brother,' and he's your good brother!"

When Duanwu heard the name "Sixth Brother," her heart skipped a beat, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

He only knew one person called "Sixth Brother," could it be "Zheng Yaoxian"? But why did he come to Northeast China?

Duanwu hurriedly said, "Quickly, quickly invite him in!"

A moment later, a familiar figure appeared in front of Duanwu; it was Zheng Yaoxian.

At this moment, Zheng Yaoxian was wearing a tattered long gown and looked travel-worn.

Duanwu hurried forward, grasped Zheng Yaoxian's hand tightly, and said excitedly, "Sixth Brother, what brings you here?"

Zheng Yaoxian chuckled: "Brother Duanwu, you've been exposed. The Chairman has ordered me to bring you back!"

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Author's Closing Remarks for "The War of Resistance: Starting with the Eight Hundred!"

Dear readers and friends:

When the smoke of battle cleared from the last page, and when Duanwu stood smiling in the morning sun, holding her infant son, I finally brought this story to a perfect close.

This work, which carries blood and tears, laughter and songs, has taken three whole years from its inception to its completion.

As I pick up my pen to write these words, a lingering sense of regret remains on my fingertips.

From then on, there was no more Duanwu's knife, no more Ma Ping'an's shrewdness, no more Lao Suanpan's meticulous calculations, no more Tang Jiujiu's unwavering loyalty, no more Ma Shanpao's cunning, and no more Zhao Laonian's mercenary nature.
There was no longer the legend of Sixth Brother, no longer the selfless devotion of One-Eyed Dragon, and no longer the fierce spirit of Lao Tie's "Dingjun Mountain" and Yang Guai.

However, this ending is just the beginning. If you guys like Shuyi's work, see you in my new book—either *Apocalyptic Livestream: Dimensional Viewers Teach Me How to Exploit Bugs* or *Apocalyptic Livestream Room: My Viewers Come from Another Dimension*! You can choose one of these two titles. (End of Chapter)