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Chapter 173: Battle of Tianjin 8

Qian Wei took two tanks and two armored vehicles to his hometown.

He also wanted to scout the surroundings to see if there were any scattered Japanese soldiers active here.

"Ancestor! Something bad has happened! Ancestor! Something bad has happened!"

In the ancestral home of Qianjia Village, a thin young man of about twelve or thirteen years old rushed into the home in a hurry and shouted loudly to an old man with completely gray hair and beard.

The old man was sitting quietly on a cushion, fiddling with a string of Buddhist beads. When he saw the young man rushing in so hastily, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "Little Sixteen, why are you so flustered?"

"Grandpa! It's bad! The Japanese devils are here to wreak havoc on the village again!"

The boy was running out of breath and almost dying of exhaustion, but he still ran desperately towards the ancestor's yard, shouting as he ran.

When the boy finally ran into the yard, he was too tired to stand and could only lean against the doorpost to catch his breath.

The old ancestor heard the sound and came out of the house. Seeing his grandson in such a state, he felt heartbroken.

"Child, don't be anxious. Tell me slowly. What happened?"

After taking several deep breaths, the boy finally managed to answer his ancestor's question: "Grandpa, the Japanese are here to collect military rations again! They also injured people in our village!"

When the old man heard this, he was so angry that he trembled all over and cursed: "These little devils, how can this be! Didn't they just come down to collect military rations last month? Why are they here again today? What on earth do they want to do?"

In fact, the old man didn't want to bother with these Japs at all. If he was twenty years younger, he would definitely pick up the ancestral sword without hesitation and personally go into battle to chop off a few of the Japs' heads to comfort the spirits of his ancestors.

However, he is now old, can no longer lift the knife, and is not as strong as he once was.

More importantly, as the patriarch of Qianjia Village, he must consider the safety of nearly a thousand people in the village. If he acts on impulse, the entire village may be in danger.

So, despite being extremely angry inside, he chose to be patient. He knew that in this situation, only by responding calmly could he protect the lives of the villagers.

So, he decided to play along with the Japs and traitors and try to avoid escalation of conflicts.

At the same time, he secretly arranged for the clan members to go south to join the army, serve the country, and jointly resist the invasion of the Japanese devils.

Although he himself could not fight the enemy in person, he believed that as long as everyone worked together, they would be able to defeat the enemy and defend their homeland one day.

"Grandfather! The ones coming this time are not the military police from the county town, but a group of Japanese devils who came out of nowhere! Not only do they want to collect food, they also want to rob and insult young girls and wives!"

"The head of the village next door, Lijia, sent someone to ask for help. The Japanese were burning, killing and looting in their village. The person who came said that more than a dozen people in their village had been killed by the Japanese!"

The young man said this with an angry look on his face, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that veins bulged from using too much force.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, these hateful Japanese devils have been bullying them. The children in the family have wanted to fight them desperately many times, but were stopped by their ancestor in the end.

For this reason, some younger generations even blame their ancestors, saying that the older they get, the less courageous they become.

Finally, the old ancestor of the family had no choice but to reveal some family secrets to very few people in the family.

The young man in front of him learned that his second cousin was a high-ranking official in the National Army after his father was drunk.

He seemed to be a brigadier general, and he was also the armored brigade commander of the world-famous 78th Army.

But the young man didn't know what an armored brigade commander was. He just heard that his second cousin drove the kind of iron turtle that the Japanese also drove.

"Grandpa! Do you think my second cousin will come back? If he were here, would these little devils dare to do this?"

Just as the young man was muttering to himself, a loud explosion was heard in the distance.

This was not the sound of summer thunder, but a series of explosions. The young man didn't know, but Old Man Qian knew that it was the sound of cannons!

Such a noise would only be made when many, many cannons exploded at the same time. The sound seemed to be able to shake the sky apart, which made people feel terrified.

"What's going on? Did something big happen?" Old Master Qian frowned, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

The young man was startled by the sudden sound of the cannon. He stared into the distance with wide eyes, bewildered: "Grandpa, what is that sound? It's so scary..."

Mr. Qian took a deep breath and said slowly, "My child, this is the sound of artillery fire. I wonder where the Japanese are wreaking havoc again."

The young man's face turned pale instantly, his eyes full of fear and confusion: "Grandpa, why would anyone want to fight? Can't everyone live in peace?"

Mr. Qian shook his head helplessly, touched the young man's head, and said earnestly: "My child, this world is not always beautiful. Sometimes, people will start wars because of interests, desires or hatred, but we must believe that justice will eventually defeat evil."

The young man clenched his fists and said firmly: "Grandpa, if an enemy really invades us, I will stand up bravely to defend our homeland like my second cousin!"

Mr. Qian nodded with satisfaction and encouraged: "Good boy, as long as each of us has faith and moves forward courageously, we will be able to protect our homes and loved ones."

As the sound of artillery fire became more and more frequent, Mr. Qian's mood became increasingly heavy. He prayed silently, hoping that the war would end soon so that the people could return to a peaceful life.

At the same time, he also looked forward to his descendant, the brigadier general, returning safely and leading everyone to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

"Where's the gunfire?"

Captain Ishimaru was walking unsteadily with two chickens hanging around his waist, a Type 38 rifle on his shoulder, a duck on the tip of the rifle, and a pig weighing only a few dozen pounds tied with a rope in his hand. When he heard the intensive artillery fire, he was shocked and asked hurriedly to his subordinates beside him.

Because at this moment Captain Ishimaru's head was already dizzy, just now he got a bottle of Fenjiu from a wealthy family.

I couldn't help myself and gulped down half the bottle. Now my head is a little dizzy.

"Sir! The sound of artillery seems to come from the direction where the brigade is defending! Could it be that the Chinese government troops are attacking us?" A Japanese soldier answered in panic.