Chapter 103: Stab a Few Times, Train Your Guts!

Standing beside Jiang Anguo, Xiao Si's eyes were full of fury.

He said angrily, "Sir, I'm coming."

Jiang Anguo was startled by Xiao Si beside him, and then recalled that Xiao Si's parents had died at the Xuzhou Battlefield, and Xiao Si harbored hatred toward the Japanese.

Jiang Anguo took a bayonet from Jiang Fei and handed it to Xiao Si.

Xiao Si gripped the bayonet; Jiang Anguo was close enough to see his hand trembling, whereas when he had just fired on the Japanese Army, Xiao Si's hand had not shaken at all.

"Don't be afraid, just thrust it into him," Jiang Anguo said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Jiang Anguo knew that killing could not be hesitated, especially Little Japan, who should be sent to hell—no, not even hell, but to be a wandering lonely ghost.

When he had just been firing a sweep, Xiao Si was not like this!

Xiao Si closed his eyes, and fortunately his position was correct, "Ya!"

One thrust, which actually did not kill Little Japan, "Baka yarō!"

The Japanese Soldier kept struggling, but was held tightly by the Special Warfare Company soldiers behind him.

Xiao Si's thrust only pierced the Japanese Soldier's abdomen, blood spurted out, and without treatment he would likely die.

Jiang Anguo patted Xiao Si's shoulder, "Feeling better now?"

Xiao Si nodded vigorously, wiping the rainwater—or rather tears—from the corner of his eye with his hand.

Jiang Anguo turned around, "I originally wanted to give that Little Devil a good thrashing, but now I think this is too cheap for them. Are you all softies? Each of you give me a thrust, and remember, don't kill me with it."

At that point, finally someone stepped forward.

"Sir, I'm coming, damn it, my whole family was bombed to death by Little Japan's airplane, and I will avenge them," a soldier below said.

Jiang Anguo said, "Alright, soldier, what's your name?"

"Sir, I'm Wang Youfu, from Sichuan," Wang Youfu said.

Sichuan's Chongqing was far from peaceful; before Chen Nade's air force and United States aid arrived, it had constantly been harassed by Japanese bombers and fighters.

"Think of our compatriots, how your family met a tragic death under the Japanese's blade—do you truly have no anger at all?"

"The Japanese want to annihilate our China; can we let them have their way?"

"No," the Special Warfare Company beside Jiang Anguo shouted loudly, and all the Lashu Defense Force soldiers echoed.

"Right, we can't."

"This is a national war, a war between nations, a life‑or‑death struggle. I hope you all survive; only when every Japanese is dead can everyone live properly."

Jiang Anguo continued.

"Wang Youfu, don't kill me with your thrust; there are plenty of Little Devils on this battlefield. Now let's test your courage," Jiang Anguo said.

The dead are dead, but Jiang Anguo needed a few living men; he had only captured two prisoners, not enough, so he would test these fresh recruits' courage.

"Yes, sir."

Wang Youfu, being sensible, slashed the Little Japan's arm, the blood still on the blade, and he even licked the back of the knife.

Seeing this made Jiang Anguo's already cold body shiver.

This, this is a ruthless person!

Wang Youfu, with a second, even harsher thrust, stripped the Little Devil's trousers, and with one slash, the lower part was truly gone.

"Ah!" the Little Devil let out a wail, he had already fainted from the pain.

Jiang Anguo, everyone present, tightened their legs, confirming they were still alive!

"Wang Youfu, what did you do before!" Jiang Anguo asked.

"Hehe, sir, I used to slaughter pigs," Wang Youfu said with a grin.

Jiang Anguo, looking at Wang Youfu's smile, felt a hint of fear.

We've never feared bullets before today; Wang Youfu's thrust truly sent a chill down everyone's trousers.

"Anyone still having courage, step up," Jiang Anguo shouted.

The Little Devil who had been stabbed three times had already fainted from the pain, and the Little Devil beside him was so frightened he wet himself.

But the rain was so heavy that the air carried no nauseating smell.

Whenever someone leads, the rest follow; most here are fresh recruits, but many hold a deep blood feud with the Japanese.

Thus when the blade goes down, it is without mercy.

Jiang Anguo, standing closest, saw most clearly that someone was even eating the freshly cut meat raw; so there really are ruthless men among the soldiers!

At the same time, it made Jiang Anguo realize how much everyone hates the Little Devils!

The two Little Devils, whether from excessive blood loss or pain, had already bowed their heads, their bodies a mess.

A Guard Company soldier quietly approached Jiang Anguo and said a word.

Jiang Anguo nodded; those two Little Devils were already dead, and everyone's courage kept growing.

"See? Little Devils aren't impressive at all; this is the fate of invaders."

"Are you not scared?" Jiang Anguo asked loudly.

All the soldiers replied without hesitation, "Not scared."

"Good, that's the courage I need."

"Sir, we want to follow you in killing the Little Devils," the first to wield a blade, Wang Youfu, said.

Many followed Wang Youfu's shout, and more and more people wanted to go to the battlefield to kill the Little Devils.

The Lashu Defense Force's weapons and gear had already been upgraded; originally they had sixty to eighty rounds, now they possessed one hundred twenty Combat Ammunition, and each Squad had a Grenade Launcher, so as long as they were armed, everyone still had confidence in fighting the Little Devils.

Jiang Anguo pressed his hand down on everyone's emotions and said, "I understand your feelings about fighting the Little Devils, but you also saw that Zai An's defensive position is so limited; even a single battalion placed there would be cramped."

"Whether Front or rear, it's all about fighting the Little Devils. Digging Trench helps the Front soldiers fight them; everyone's effort is worthwhile. Besides, the Little Devils can't be finished in a short time; some of you are already fighting them."

Jiang Anguo was satisfied; morale was usable.

In Zai An's entire camp, the current forces exceed three thousand, yet the Defensive Line is this small; if all soldiers crowded onto a single position, when the Japanese Army's shells fell, the losses would be catastrophic.

Even Song Mengqin of the Four Regiments, together with the Anti‑Aircraft Company that Jiang Anguo assigned to him, Hu Xianqun's Tank Company, and the Engineer Company, the troops garrisoned at Zai An already number over a thousand.

Jiang Anguo has also moved a portion of Chen Xiao's Reconnaissance Company over, determined to learn the enemy's intentions in advance.

If the enemy's numbers are few, Jiang Anguo can launch an offensive; if they are many, he will fight a positional battle.

"Also, everyone's clothes and shoes are soaked; in a moment you'll go into the Tent, each person change clothes, each gets a set of clothes, shoes, and a raincoat." Jiang Anguo, being busy, also forgot, and when he saw many soldiers still wearing straw sandals, felt a wave of sorrow.

Jiang Anguo's specialty is buying people's hearts!

We have the best soldiers; if the weapons and equipment can keep up, the vast majority of units can match the Japanese Army one‑for‑one, and we won't suffer early‑stage casualties as high as eight‑to‑one, or even higher.

"Thank you, officer!"

A sudden downpour began; Jiang Anguo had just been resting, startled by the blast from the Japanese's Grenade Launcher.

At that moment, looking around, including Lu Ning and Sun Fu, all the Lashu Defense Force soldiers had their clothes glistening with moisture and no raincoats for shelter.