Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 256 You think you can even be considered Chinese?!

Naoto Arakawa, having just expelled the churning contents from his stomach, tried to stand up in pain. His buttocks, which he had wiped at least ten times that day, were burning with pain, and his sphincter muscles were loose and weak.

Although things didn't seem right and everything was too coincidental, he simply didn't have the energy to think about those things at that moment.

He had only stood halfway up the stairs when his legs went weak and he almost knelt down. Luckily, there was a big tree next to him, and he grabbed the trunk to avoid sitting on the hot stuff that had just been laid out.

But just then, a crisp gunshot rang out.

'Snap~~'

Before his brain, which was slower than usual, could even begin to speculate about the direction of the gunshot, his head suddenly throbbed with pain, and then everything went black.

The hands that had been gripping the tree trunk lost their strength and loosened, and the person, as expected, completely covered their own excrement.

In the stillness of the night, the sound of gunfire was anything but quiet.

The security team was forced off the vehicles, and the vehicles in front were all loaded with supplies, so they were not allowed to get any closer.

They were chatting and smoking, either standing or sitting on the ground, when the sudden gunshot startled them so much that they immediately dropped to the ground.

Many quick-thinking security guards tried to run to the car for cover, but were stopped in their tracks by a loud shout:
"Don't move! Hands up!"

As the first shout rang out, a series of shouts followed in quick succession:

"Everyone lie down and don't move!"

"Surf the gun and don't kill!"

"Put your hands behind your head!!"

"Anyone who dares to move will be killed!"

"Put the gun down!"

rub rub~
Countless torches were lit one after another, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

As the firelight illuminated the scene, the security team realized that they had been surrounded by a group of armed men dressed in gray and straw-yellow clothing.

"Red Party guerrillas?!"

After seeing their attire, the security team was completely baffled. They couldn't understand how guerrillas could suddenly appear here!

Moreover, there were so many of them, a full fifty or sixty people!

Where did they come from?!

"Don't shoot! We surrender!"

"Grandpa Red Party member, we're just trying to make a living, please don't let anything go wrong!"

"Chinese people don't fight Chinese people!"

The guerrillas coldly shouted, "You think you're Chinese?! All of you, behave yourselves and lie down! Anyone who moves will be shot on sight!"

The security guards dared not disobey and lay trembling on the ground.

Regardless of how they appeared, they were at the mercy of others, and had no choice but to obediently put their guns aside and cooperate.

At the same time, the Japanese drivers who were driving also obediently got out of their cars, squatted down without any resistance, and were guarded by the guerrillas.

On the hillside, a burly man with a resolute yet somewhat simple-minded expression asked Cao Weida beside him, "Master Cao, what should we do with them?"

The Red Party was disciplined and prohibited from killing prisoners, but the situation at this time was special because it was a plan that had been agreed upon before the cooperation.

This put him in a bit of a dilemma.

"What else can we do? Kill them, of course." Cao Weida snorted twice and turned to look at him:

"Hirakawa, now is not the time to talk about discipline. Even if we are going to talk about it, we should talk to people who are worth talking to!"

"Putting aside the fact that this was a plan that old devil Ono Oda agreed upon with us, we can't go back on our word."

"You've already seen the files on these traitors. They're all scum who, apart from their personal conduct, commit every other heinous crime. What's the point of keeping them around?"

"If we release them, how can we explain this to the people who have been ruined, their families torn apart, and their lives destroyed by them?"

"Therefore, I have only one answer: kill them all, leave no one alive!!"

As for why the Japanese wanted these security guards dead, he didn't care. He was just sure that it was no big deal for them to die!

Pingchuan, full name Hao Pingchuan.

That's right, it's Hao Pingchuan from "Glorious Times," the rough, straightforward, brave, and impulsive guy who's Zheng Chaoyang's best friend.

Although Hao Pingchuan is indeed a bit headstrong and impulsive, and not a very qualified police officer, it must be said that he is quite good in terms of fighting skills. At least in "Glorious Era", his fighting skills can be considered top-tier.

Of course, Cao Wei Da could be pinned down with just one hand now.

"Alright, then kill them all!" Hao Pingchuan immediately nodded in agreement. He was a man who hated evil as much as he hated it, and he also deeply despised these traitors who bullied men and women and committed all sorts of evil deeds.

If it weren't for the possibility of the Red Party, he would have already killed these people first.

Moreover, before setting off, he received instructions from his superiors that all actions must be carried out in accordance with Cao Weida's orders!

Hao Pingchuan showed no resentment towards the order, because he knew that Ruixin Grocery Store was owned by Cao Weida!
Previously, their comrades Li Huaide and others were also rescued by Cao Wei!
They also sent them so many weapons, ammunition, and medical supplies!
Furthermore, he had long been given a gag order, and was not allowed to reveal anything about Cao Wei Da, not even to his guerrilla brothers!
He's just straightforward, not stupid. Although he doesn't quite understand the intricacies of the matter, he has his own sense of justice!

"What about these Japanese truck drivers?" His gaze swept over the obediently surrounding Japanese drivers, his eyes flashing with malice. These murderers who invaded their land, how many Chinese compatriots had they harmed!

He wished he could shoot them right now!

"Of course we'll release them. Are you planning to kill them?" Cao Weida couldn't help but sternly rebuke, warning him:
"I know you hate these invaders, and I hate them too!"

"However, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. Keeping them alive will be more useful to our resistance against Japan!"

"I know, it's just a bit of a pity." Hao Pingchuan regretfully withdrew his gaze, and was about to give an order when he heard Cao Weida say, "Leave two for me."

Hao Pingchuan didn't know what Cao Weida was planning, but he didn't ask any further questions. Anyway, if he was going to kill someone, it didn't matter who killed him.

Cao Weida went down the hillside, picked up his gun, and pulled the trigger at the militia group.

The next moment, the guerrillas pulled the triggers on the security guards who were lying on the ground.

If they had weapons, they might have put up a token resistance, but now they are lambs to the slaughter.

With a burst of gunfire, the security guards had no chance to resist and were killed by a hail of bullets.

"Last hit!"

As soon as the order was given, all the guerrillas stepped forward and stabbed each corpse in the vital areas with their bayonets without the slightest hesitation.

You should know that life was not easy for the guerrillas around the enemy-occupied areas. It was one thing for the Japanese to encircle and suppress them, but these traitors also had to be dealt with quite a few times!
They hated them for a long time!

In less than a minute, all the traitors had become corpses.

A guerrilla fighter jogged up and saluted Hao Pingchuan:
"Captain, they've all been eliminated!"

Hao Pingchuan immediately ordered, "Move the body aside, everyone, begin the operation!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the order was given, all the guerrillas began to move into action.

They moved bags of grain and boxes of goods from the first six trucks to the trucks behind, and then carried bags of things from the side of the hillside to the trucks in front. Everything was done in an orderly manner.

Clearly, this was a pre-planned scheme.

In less than ten minutes, all the supplies on the first six vehicles had been unloaded and loaded onto the vehicles behind, and bags of unknown contents were also found on the vehicles.

After loading everything, they moved all the security guards and the body of the first man killed, Naoto Arakawa, into the trucks.

Then, they brought over several buckets of gasoline, poured it on the truck, and then attached several bombs to it.

"withdraw!"

As soon as the order was given, the nine trucks behind quickly reversed off the side road.

The Japanese drivers who had been being watched had been released and were slowly running up the hillside to the right.

After driving for a while, a torch was thrown far away onto the vehicles that were covered in gasoline. With a whooshing sound, the fire ignited and quickly spread to the entire vehicle, turning the trucks into huge fireballs.

Immediately afterwards, several earth-shattering explosions rang out, as dazzling as fireworks in full bloom, and the earth trembled a few times.

"Let's go to our pre-arranged destination!"

Seeing all this in the rearview mirror, Cao Weida grinned and gave orders.

Hao Pingchuan, who was sharing the passenger seat with Cao Weida in the driver's cab, said with a look of regret and heartache:

"What a pity, such a nice car, ruined like this."

The base was lacking in everything, especially machinery such as trucks.

Those Japanese devils were no kind men or women; rather, they always believed in the logic of robbers.

Their core traits are extreme selfishness, predatory nature, and a strong desire for destruction.

What they're after is the attitude: if I can't have it, neither can you!
Countless novels about the War of Resistance against Japan describe how many battles were fought and how much material was captured.

Actually, all of this is bullshit.

Anything of value, such as radios, cars, shells, cannons, or other important strategic materials, would be destroyed if they felt they were outmatched or about to be annihilated. They would never allow these materials to be easily seized by the Kuomintang or the Red Party.

Now, watching helplessly as he personally burned and blew up six trucks, which were scarce in the base area, he was naturally heartbroken.

Cao Wei Da chuckled: "You should be content. You got nine trucks for free, what more could you want? Greed is never a good thing."

Hao Pingchuan chuckled awkwardly and scratched his head: "That's not what I meant. I just feel so bad about it. Our base is so short of these rare things."

“When my comrades went to war, they relied entirely on mule carts, horse-drawn carts, and manpower to transport supplies. It was not only time-consuming and laborious, but also extremely arduous.”

"If we had more trucks, our comrades would have less to do."

"I understand what you're saying, but we need to know how to sacrifice the small for the big." Cao Weida took out cigarettes, offered them some, lit one, took a puff, and smiled.

"This is just the beginning. If this collaboration goes smoothly, why worry about not having the opportunity to collaborate again in the future?"

"So don't worry, there will be bread and milk."

(End of this chapter)