Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

In one day, more than 1,500 people were recruited.

There were strong and sturdy men, educated students, fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys, and several whose families had been destroyed by the Japanese invaders.

Some did it for revenge, some for food, and some for their country.

Looking at the densely packed names on the registration list, Ma Yongzhen felt heavy-hearted, but he accepted all who came.

These people had no idea that they would be heading north to fight the Japanese in three days.

Three days later, someone will die.

Three days later, some people will never come back.

But he cannot stop recruiting soldiers because of this.

How can we fight the Japanese if we don't recruit soldiers?

How can we face our compatriots who died tragically if we don't fight the Japanese devils?

Da Jun led Zhou Xingxing in from outside, wearing the military uniform that Ma Yongzhen had sent.

"Commander Ma."

Dajun cupped his hands in greeting, "The commander sent us to report to you."

Ma Yongzhen stood up to return the greeting, "Mr. Dajun, I've long admired your name. The commander has already told me that you will help out here first, and we will assign you specific duties once you are familiar with the situation."

"No problem, no problem."

Dajun glanced at the people queuing to sign up, "What do you need me to do?"

"Mr. Dajun has special abilities. Could you help me see what these people are like? Are there any spies among them?"

"no problem."

Dajun's eyes lit up, and an invisible spiritual force surged from his body, enveloping the people in line.

After a while, his brows furrowed.

There are three things that don't seem right.

Which three?

Dajun pointed to the crowd.

The three people were dressed plainly and looked no different from the people around them.

Dajun lowered his voice: "Their mental energy fluctuations are strange, unlike those of ordinary people."

Moreover, they were deliberately concealing their true nature; their willpower was so strong that ordinary people wouldn't possess it, suggesting they had undergone special training.

Agent?

Ma Yongzhen's face darkened. "Bring him here!"

Several soldiers rushed into the crowd and dragged the three people out.

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and they turned to run away.

But it was too late; the rifle butts smashed down on them, forcing them to their knees.

"Who sent you?"

Ma Yongzhen walked over and looked down at them.

The three people lowered their heads and remained silent.

"search!"

The soldiers found several intelligence documents written in Japanese on them.

Ma Yongzhen took the intelligence, glanced at it, and didn't recognize it, but that didn't stop his expression from turning even uglier. "From the Japanese Special Higher Police."

The three people were startled.

Ma Yongzhen looked up at Dajun, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Mr. Dajun, thank you so much."

Dajun waved his hand, "It's nothing."

Stephen Chow stood to the side, watching this scene, secretly marveling at it. Back in Hong Kong, this special ability could only be used to gamble and cheat people.

I never imagined it would be so useful in this era.

The power of mental hypnosis is simply a magical tool for catching spies and investigating their backgrounds.

"The commander said we're heading north in three days to kill the Japanese devils!"

Ma Yongzhen's voice was loud and clear: "In the next few days, we need to build up our troops and train them well. In three days, we'll show those little devils what we're made of."

"Kill the Japanese devils! Kill the Japanese devils!"

Those who signed up shouted in unison.

The sound echoed over the dock, and even the cargo ships on the river responded with their horns.

Not far away by the roadside, several foreign reporters in suits were taking pictures with their cameras.

They were reporters from The Times of the United Kingdom, who had come specifically to interview this mysterious Chinese Independent Brigade and find out who their commander was.

One of the reporters asked the translator next to him, "What are they shouting?"

The translator paused for a moment, his voice trembling slightly.

"They said they would head north in three days to kill the Japanese devils."

The reporter paused for a moment, then raised his camera and pressed the shutter.

In the photo, Ma Yongzhen stands in front of a table with his back straight, sunlight shining on his face, and his eyes are firm.

Those who had signed up surrounded him, their faces full of anticipation and excitement.

He didn't know if the army could win, or if the new recruits would come back alive.

But he knew this was a moment worth recording.

A moment of national awakening.

The next day, they practiced target shooting.

The third day continued.

In three days, Ma Yongzhen recruited more than 1,500 people, and together with the original troops, the strength of the Huaxia Independent Brigade approached 8,000.

Commander Chen assigned someone to train the new recruits, starting with the most basic drills, shooting, and grenade throwing.

These new recruits included farmers, workers, students, and some had never even touched a gun before.

But they studied very hard, because they knew that on the battlefield, either the enemy would die, or they would die.

Dajun was tasked with using his special abilities to investigate spies, and within three days he caught more than a dozen Japanese spies who had infiltrated the area.

In Lin Tian's command post, a huge military map was spread out on the table, with the deployment, strength, and equipment of the Japanese and puppet troops in the three northeastern provinces clearly marked in red and blue pencils.

Brigade Commander Chen pointed to the map.

"Commander, the total strength of the Kwantung Army and the puppet army in Northeast China is more than 300,000. Although we are well-equipped, our strength is far inferior."

Moreover, they occupy advantageous terrain and have strong fortifications; a direct confrontation would likely result in heavy losses.

"Who said I was going to fight head-on?"

Lin Tian smiled, picked up a red pencil and drew a few circles on the map, "Attack the airport first, then the train station, and finally the barracks."

Their planes can't take off, reinforcements can't arrive, their barracks have been bombed, what can they use to fight us?

Brigade Commander Chen thought for a moment, then nodded. "Does the commander mean to use the Air Force instead?"

"Yes. The J-20s will first bomb the remaining Manchukuo air defenses, airports, railway stations, and communication hubs in Jilin and Liaoning provinces."

Then our tank units advanced, followed by the infantry.

"Having lost air superiority, communications, and support, they are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter."

Lin Tian put down the red pencil. "Besides, we also have a secret weapon."

"What secret weapon?"

"Atomic bomb."

A smile slowly crept onto Lin Tian's lips. "But it's not time to use them yet. We'll wait until we drive them out of China."

"Let's loot their country's money again, then send them to their deaths with a dozen or so atomic bombs. Otherwise, it would be such a waste to blow up all that money."

Back in Hong Kong, after he blew up Xiao Ri Zi, he regretted it. Xiao Ri Zi deserved to die, but the money was innocent.

Brigade Commander Chen swallowed hard.

He had heard of the power of the atomic bomb and knew how many casualties it would cause if used.

But he also knew that this was war.

When it comes to everyday life, no weapon is too much.

"Alright, go and get ready."

Lin Tian waved his hand, "Let's set off first thing tomorrow morning."

"yes!"

Brigade Commander Chen turned and left.

Lin Tian stood alone in front of the map, looking at the marked red dots, pondering in his mind.

Manchukuo, Qing Dynasty remnants, Kwantung Army—one by one they came.

He wanted to show the Japanese devils what a devastating attack with overwhelming force truly meant.

We must also let those traitors who sell out their country for personal gain know what it means to pay for one's blood debts in blood.

He would never forget the Qing invasion, the Yangzhou massacre, and the saying, "Keep your head, lose your hair; keep your hair, lose your head..."