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Wangjiacun.

Shen Wang stood at the entrance of the village, motionless.

Behind him stood the Flying Tigers assault battalion members, more than a hundred men, in front of the charred ruins, and no one spoke.

The wind blew in from the village, carrying a burnt, nauseating smell that seeped into my nose, stuck in my throat, and I couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

The ground was covered with charred, half-charred, and indistinguishable objects.

A shoe, half a swaddling cloth, a tilted porcelain bowl, and half a bowl of dried, cracked paste covered with a layer of black ash.

The old locust tree was burned into a charred pillar; its crown and branches were gone, leaving only a bare trunk standing there.

Shen Wang walked over and stood in front of that wall.

The Japanese writing on the wall was crooked and the ink was so heavy that it ran down in several places, like black tear stains.

He stared at those lines of text for a long time, his fist slowly clenching, his knuckles turning white little by little, and the veins running from the back of his hand all the way to his wrist.

This was the first time he had witnessed the cruelty of this era firsthand.

The entire village, with 137 people, men, women, and children, was wiped out.

"brute!"

"brute!"

"brute!"

The Flying Tigers soldiers also had ashen faces.

They had seen this scene more than once.

But at that time, they could only watch helplessly, having no power to seek justice.

Now, they have that power!

All beasts must pay the price they deserve.

Just then, a drone pilot ran up from behind.

"Report! Suspicious target spotted! To the south, about fifteen li from Wangjia Village, a Japanese squad of about two hundred men is moving south."

"They were nothing like other defeated soldiers; their ranks were orderly, their morale was high, and there was no sign of them fleeing."

"The leader was a mounted officer, addressing the soldiers with great enthusiasm!"

Shen Wang took the tablet; the image on the screen was a little shaky, but very clear.

More than two hundred Japanese soldiers crawled out of the ditch and walked south along the field ridge.

The ranks weren't perfectly orderly, but they certainly didn't look like routed soldiers.

"That's them!"

Shen Wang handed the tablet back, turned around, and glanced at the more than one hundred faces behind him.

"Bring them back here."

"It must be alive!"

"I want the people of Wangjia Village to see with their own eyes that blood debts will be paid in blood!"

. . .

Saburo Nomura's small group walked south along the paddy field ridges, the group stretching out in a long, sparse line.

Some people were smoking, some were eating dry rations, and some were carrying guns on their shoulders, taking long strides, as if they were on a picnic.

Saburo Nomura sat on his horse, his sword hanging at his waist, the scabbard brushing against the horse's belly, one stroke at a time.

He squinted at the southern horizon, already planning his next village.

Choose a big one with lots of people, so it's fun to kill them all.

Let those Chinese know that the swords of the Imperial warriors have never been dull.

"Once we take the villages ahead, the women will be given to the charging warriors first, while the men, the elderly, and the children will all be killed!"

"We will make sure the entire Taihang Mountains remember that the name of the Nomura Company is the death knell for the Chinese!"

More than two hundred Japanese soldiers laughed and echoed each other, their rifles clanging together, their eyes filled with anticipation for the next massacre.

Just then, a roar came from the northern horizon.

hum-

hum-

The sound grew louder and louder as it approached, so loud that even the ground beneath our feet trembled slightly, and the leaves in the forest rustled and fell to the ground.

The previously boisterous Japanese troops froze instantly. Everyone instinctively stopped in their tracks, looked up at the sky, and their fervor was instantly replaced by panic.

"An airplane! It's an Eighth Route Army airplane!"

"Oh no! They're catching up!"

A chorus of exclamations erupted from the ranks. The Japanese soldiers were thrown into a panic. Some instinctively raised their rifles and looked up at the sky, while others stood frozen in place, forgetting even to hold their guns.

"What's the panic?! Shut up, all of you!"

Saburo Nomura's scalp tingled instantly, a chill running from his feet to his head, but he still tried to remain calm, abruptly pulling on the reins and sternly reprimanding his soldiers.

"Get hidden right now! Get into the woods! Don't make a sound!"

"We're just a small squad of two hundred men. Their target is the main force of the division; they won't care about our small group! Hide well! We'll be fine once the planes fly by!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese soldiers, as if grasping at a straw, scrambled and crawled into the dense forest by the roadside.

Some lay prone behind the earthen slopes, while others huddled under tree roots, each one covering their mouths tightly, not daring to even breathe, only daring to secretly look up at the sky, frantically praying in their hearts that these deadly planes would fly past quickly.

The roar grew closer and louder, as if the entire sky was trembling.

To the surprise of all the Japanese soldiers, the roaring sound did not fade away as they had expected; instead, it stopped right above their heads.

The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground were all pale-faced, and they couldn't help but secretly raise their heads to look up at the sky.

That one glance was something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

The aircraft flying in from the sky were not bombers or propeller-driven fighters they had seen before, but six strangely shaped giant steel birds!

What terrified the Japanese soldiers the most was that these giant steel birds hovered steadily a dozen meters above their heads, completely motionless!

The whirlwind whipped up by the rotors swept through the entire forest like a typhoon, causing branches to bend wildly, leaves to fly everywhere, the Japanese soldiers' caps to fly all over the place, and those lying on the ground could barely open their eyes.

"What...what is that? How can an airplane hover in mid-air?"

A Japanese soldier screamed in terror, his voice filled with extreme fear, and he almost dropped his rifle.

Just then, one of the Japanese soldiers seemed to realize something, and his face turned deathly pale!

"It's that! It's that legendary new aircraft!"

"Commander Okamura's headquarters was attacked by one of these hovering aircraft! The commander almost lost his life!"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of all the Japanese soldiers!

The already panicked Japanese soldiers were plunged into extreme terror. Some were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, unable to even hold their guns.

Saburo Nomura froze, his eyes fixed on the six giant steel birds hovering overhead, his mind blank.

Before he could recover from his extreme shock, the hatches of the six giant steel birds opened instantly, and thick nylon ropes hung down from the cabin.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the Flying Tigers soldiers, wearing Kevlar helmets, gas masks, and full black combat uniforms, armed to the teeth, gripped ropes and rappelled down from a height of more than ten meters with extremely standard rappelling maneuvers...