Chapter 103: A Busy Day for He Yuzhu

At the entrance of the courtyard, Xiao Duizhang patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder, his tone apologetic: "Zhuzi, it wasn't easy for you to come all this way. I wanted to keep you for lunch, but right now..."

"Don't stand on ceremony, evacuating the common folk is what matters!" He Yuzhu said.

"Be careful on the road!" Xiao Duizhang said with concern.

He Yuzhu nodded and smiled: "They still can't do anything to me!" He Yuzhu said confidently.

He turned and stepped through the accumulated snow toward the outside of the village. Just as he left the village entrance, he ran into a guerrilla fighter carrying a half-grown child, hurrying back.

The child's cotton trousers were soaked through with blood, and dark red beads of blood dripped onto the snowy ground like blooming plum blossoms.

"Big Brother, what happened to this child?" He Yuzhu asked curiously.

The guerrilla fighter panted heavily, sweat beads on his forehead: "It's a sin! Ershuan's father broke his leg on the mountain. Ershuan is only 9 years old; he went up the mountain alone to pick up firewood and ran into those heaven-damned Nationalist Army soldiers. They opened fire on him without a second thought... Fortunately, we found him when we were retreating, otherwise..."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu immediately remembered the hardships he faced when he first transmigrated. His heart softened instantly. He hurriedly took out the unused medicinal powder from his bosom, stuffed it into the guerrilla fighter's hand, and said: "I've used this medicine; go back and use it on the child immediately."

The guerrilla fighter said gratefully: "We are short on medical supplies, thank you!"

He Yuzhu looked at the child's pale face and helpless eyes, and suddenly, a fire ignited in his heart.

Whether it was his past life or this life as He Yuzhu, he was a man who could not tolerate sand in his eyes. If he were to live in cowardice, he might as well be dead!

The thought of going straight home was instantly dispelled. He decided to use his own strength to give those who treated human life like grass a taste of their own medicine.

Walking out of the village exit, he hunched over and climbed up the hillside, hiding behind a giant rock.

This was the only path to enter the village.

In fact, on a high ground not far away, more than thirty guerrilla fighters had already set an ambush, preparing to delay the enemy's advance into the village.

He Yuzhu entered his space and took inventory of his weapons: one Type 11 Light Machine Gun, over two thousand rounds of ammunition, more than thirty Box Cannons, one thousand pistol rounds, over thirty Hand Grenades, ten Type 38 Arisakas and five hundred rifle rounds, as well as fifteen Zhongzheng Rifles and nearly one thousand rounds of ammunition.

"With this ammunition, it's enough for today, but the stock is getting lower and lower. After returning to Si Jiu Cheng, I must find a way to get some ammunition, otherwise, if I run into uninvited guests one day, I won't even be able to protect myself."

Just then, intense gunfire erupted in front.

The guerrilla resistance did not last long. Under the enemy's fierce firepower, they were soon reduced to only five or six people, forced to retreat into the village.

He Yuzhu listened intently, judging from the sounds that there were ZB vz. 26 Light Machine Guns, Maxim Heavy Machine Guns, and Grenade Launchers. This batch of Nationalist Army equipment was considered good, far exceeding that of Xiao Duizhang's guerrilla unit.

He Yuzhu quickly set up the Type 11 Light Machine Gun and adjusted the angle.

The Nationalist Army troops below were advancing lazily. Having easily repelled the guerrillas just now, they felt they were extremely powerful, and they even walked with their heads held high.

He Yuzhu decided to fight this battle today, not only to avenge the innocent child but also to help Xiao Duizhang, and even more so to test the limits of his own individual combat. Anyway, he had the space as a retreat; if it really came to it, he could just hide inside, and no one would find him.

When the Jeep in the middle of the convoy entered range, he pulled the trigger.

"Da-da-da-da—" The machine gun spat tongues of fire. The Nationalist Army fell into chaos, and the soldiers hurriedly looked for cover, firing blindly back at the hilltop.

After firing one magazine, He Yuzhu immediately put away the machine gun and quickly moved to the reverse slope behind the mountain.

Just as he left, several shells from the Grenade Launchers accurately hit the spot where he had just been hiding.

Seeing the shooting from the mountain stop, a squad of soldiers began to charge up the mountain.

He Yuzhu seized the opportunity, suddenly opened fire from his hiding place, instantly taking down more than ten people, and the rest scrambled back down.

In fact, during the surprise attack just now, he had already killed the enemy Regimental Commander.

Now in command was Qiao, who roared in a rage: "Damn it! A lone wolf dares to challenge my entire regiment? He really doesn't want to live. First Battalion and Second Battalion, continue to advance into the village! Third Battalion, all of you get up the mountain and catch him! Whoever kills him gets a reward of five hundred Big Ocean!"

Under the heavy reward, the Third Battalion soldiers surged toward the hillside like a tide.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu used the Nationalist Army uniform he was wearing and limped down the mountain.

The searching soldiers saw him and assumed he was a wounded soldier from the previous squad, so they didn't pay any attention.

At this time, at the base camp at the foot of the mountain, Qiao was surrounded by more than twenty people discussing the next move.

The Third Battalion Commander was pledging his loyalty: "Deputy Regimental Commander, don't worry, our Third Battalion only needs half an hour to catch that bastard!"

"Da-da-da-da—" The sound of a machine gun suddenly rang out not far away.

The people surrounding Qiao fell like wheat being harvested.

The soldiers on the mountain were stunned. How did the enemy suddenly appear at the base camp?

He Yuzhu emptied a magazine, immediately put away the machine gun, pulled out two Box Cannons, and fired at the survivors.

These people didn't even have time to draw their guns before they fell to the ground one after another.

After eliminating the command layer, he no longer lingered, jumped onto the Jeep, and sped off into the distance, soon disappearing into the vast snowy plains.

In the suburbs of Beiping, He Daqing wrapped his cotton-padded jacket tightly and walked out of the Rolling Mill gate.

He didn't notice that seven people were quietly following behind him.

When he walked near the city wall of Gulou Street, it was a deserted material yard, rarely visited by people, and the seven people quickly surrounded He Daqing.

He Daqing stood still, his gaze sweeping over several unfamiliar faces, finally settling on the sturdy man who was the leader.

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who instigated you is Old Liu, right?" He Daqing's voice was steady, as if he had long anticipated this moment.

The man sneered and weighed the stick in his hand: "Don't ask about that. Someone paid to buy one of your legs. If you're sensible, just stand there and take a kick from me, and when it's over, we'll all go our separate ways. Otherwise..."

He Daqing sneered: "I'm afraid you haven't inquired clearly. If anything happens to me today, with my son's temper, if he doesn't hunt you down one by one and finish you off, my surname isn't He."

The crowd surrounding him burst into laughter.

The man shook his head and said: "I've seen people bullying others with power, and I've seen people relying on their sect, but I've never seen anyone bring out their own suckling babe to scare people!"

As soon as he spoke, without giving He Daqing time to react, the seven people pounced on him simultaneously like hungry tigers.

Although He Daqing had some Kung Fu, he was a bit overwhelmed facing seven thugs.

However, his strikes were ruthless; after two sweeping kicks, the lower legs of two thugs were broken.

Screams echoed in the empty material yard.

He had poked a hornet's nest; the remaining five had no more scruples, and clubs fell like raindrops.

Relying on the agility of his legs, He Daqing dodged and shifted between the gaps of the five men, but he still took quite a few hits, his forehead was broken, and fresh blood blurred his left eye.

Just as his strength was exhausted and he was about to fall, a rickshaw sped over from the distance like a bolt of lightning.

He Yuzhu, who was on the vehicle, took in everything. He had intended to watch the fight coldly, but suddenly recognized that the person covered in blood was his own father.