Ma Xiaojun gathered the bodies of the people who had been killed by the Japs, found a soft soil on the hillside and buried them, then picked up the Japs' equipment before heading back.

"Don't worry, folks, our little scholar will definitely avenge you! Eight of you died on this road, and I, the little scholar, will sacrifice the lives of eighty Japanese to commemorate you." Ma Xiaojun gritted his teeth and knelt down to kowtow.

head.

"Uncle, we don't know where you are from, but now that you have taught us a mission, we can't go behind your back.

You rest here, and I will bring your words to your son Siwazi.

Let Si Wazi live well and kill as many Japanese as possible." Ma Xiaojun said and stood up.

Ding!

Congratulations to the host for activating the hidden mission with generous rewards: the mission does not limit time and conditions. Please fulfill the promised ambition and kill the eighty Japs to pay homage to the folks who were persecuted by the Japs.

Special reward for completing the mission: a Phoenix brand bicycle.

The system will automatically issue it when the task is completed.

Ding!

Since there is no time limit for hidden tasks, it is initiated by the host without penalty, as long as the conditions for killing the enemy are met.

Ding!

The second side mission starts: Ask the host to fulfill the old man's last wish, deliver the letter to the Independent Group, and find Si Wazi to convey his last words.

Mission completion reward: Active skill sprint is upgraded to intermediate level.

Ding!

Punishment for mission failure: corns on the soles of the host's feet.

‘What!? Corns? How did you remember the system!?’ Ma Xiaojun’s eyes widened, this was simply incredible.

Ding!

This is an object penalty to the host.

‘Nima, you must not get corns! Don’t even think about walking if you have corns, it will hurt like hell when you walk! It’s like having a thorn that breaks down later. It doesn’t come out at first, and then becomes suppurative and grows out.

System, you are making me a cripple." Ma Xiaojun cursed.

Ding!

Please note, host, that you cannot take all the benefits.

"He... mother! You can do it. We will never fail to complete the task, Yaya." Ma Xiaojun grinned.

Ma Xiaojun was carrying two 38-guns, a helmet, two water bottles, a "luzi" and two boxes of bullets in his waist. He also carried a 30-pound white cloth bag as he walked back cursing.

‘Got corns!? Got corns!? Got corns on your fucking ass.

I can even think of this damn punishment.’

Ma Xiaojun is unhappy. This system is simply a disease that is even worse.

The sun is setting in the west, and the sun is even less warm! The weather is also getting colder.

As soon as he reached the entrance of Tianjia Village, Ma Xiaojun sat down on the ground. He was so tired that his whole body was covered with sweat.

Ma Xiaojun couldn't feel the cold just now, but during this break, he shivered in the cold wind and tightened his coat.

"Old Wu! What the hell are you looking at? I'm going to the independent group and take us to Yangcun." Ma Xiaojun yelled.

"Tsk tsk! Little scholar, we were just wondering where you went to enjoy the autumn breeze. You are as tired as a dog." Old Wu emerged from the woods of a nearby mountain col.

"Spanking Qiu Feng, I met a devil on the road who used our fellow villagers as prey.

Damn it, we killed them and buried the villagers before they came back." Ma Xiaojun gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Tell me what's going on!?" Lao Wu asked with a straight face.

Ma Xiaojun told the story again, and when he mentioned that the old man's son was called Siwazi, another brother emerged from the nearby mountain col.

This brother was about the same age as Ma Xiaojun. He grabbed the collar of Ma Xiaojun's cotton-padded jacket and said with a look of grief and anger: "You, tell me this is not true."

Ma Xiaojun's eyes turned cold when he was caught. Just as he was about to fight back, Lao Wu spoke up and said, "He is the Fourth Wazir."

"Tell us, my father is not dead." Siwazi asked, but he was already crying! He knew that it must be his father.

"Dead!" Ma Xiaojun shouted coldly.

The fourth child trembled, threw away Ma Xiaojun's collar, squatted down and cried, "My dad! My dad told us to be a good soldier and trade the heads of ten Japanese soldiers for my brother's life.

My father said that we live to fight for our children and grandchildren.

Let’s! Let’s all listen, Dad said that you become a good soldier only if you become a member of the Eighth Route Army.

We came from the militia to the independent regiment.

Woo woo woo...

Dad..."

Ma Xiaojun and Lao Wu both watched quietly, but their eyes were wet and filled with tears, which fell silently.

"Both my mother and my sister were killed by the Japanese during their raids. My father also left. The third brother died with the Japanese holding a bundle of grenades in order to destroy the Japanese machine gun positions.

we……

oops!

Dad..." Si Wazi choked with sobs and could no longer speak.

Ma Xiaojun patted Si Wazi on the shoulder and said, "Your father asked me to tell you a message.

He said that you should live well and fight against the Japanese to avenge him and our sister."

"I will definitely survive." Siwazi raised his head, gritted his teeth and stood up.

At this moment, Si Wazi was filled with anger and hatred. Ma Xiaojun knew that if Si Wazi did not kill enough Japs in the future, he would not give in! Even if he died, he would fight with his eyes open.

After the will to fight is inspired by hatred, such a warrior will be a terrifying existence.

"Okay! Take me to the Independent Group. I have something your father has told me to give to your group leader.

I need you to go back with the letter, so go and have a look! Let the people in the village know about your father's death.

And these thirty kilograms of white flour, your father said before he died that he would give this white flour to our children on the eighth road." Ma Xiaojun said.

"I, I'll carry it!" Si Wazi picked up Bai Mian.

Si Wazi gritted his teeth and walked ahead. Squad Leader Wu did not stop him and allowed Si Wazi to take Ma Xiaojun to the regiment headquarters.

Siwazi didn't speak along the way, he just gritted his teeth and his body kept shaking, and tears kept falling. The only thing he called in his heart was: 'Dad...'

Si Wazi was a sentinel and had the right to see the regiment leader directly! So Si Wazi took Ma Xiaojun step by step to the regiment headquarters and the room where Kong Jie lived.

At this time, Kong Jie was sitting cross-legged on the kang, smoking a big pipe and smoking the map spread out on the table in front of him.

boom!

Thirty kilograms of white noodles were thrown on the table by Si Wazi, and then he looked at his group leader Kong Jie with trembling lips.

Kong Jie was about to curse in excitement, but was startled when he saw Si Wazi's sad expression. His hands were trembling and he shouted: "Say! What happened!?"

"Report!" Ma Xiaojun saluted.

"Who the hell are you!?" Kong Jie pointed his pipe at Ma Xiaojun.

"Ma Xiaojun, from the new group." Ma Xiaojun responded.

"Bullshit Xinyituan, you will be mine before noon today! Tell me, what's going on!?" Kong Jie said angrily.

"Siwazi's father was killed by the Japs on the way to deliver a message. These thirty kilograms of white noodles were brought over by Siwazi's father to give to the comrades..." Ma Xiaojun gritted his teeth and told the story.

After Kong Jie heard this, he slapped the kang bed hard. His body was shaking so much because of the excitement. Even when he spoke, he yelled with a vibrato: "Damn it! The whole group gathers..."

At this moment, Ma Xiaojun took out the blood-stained letter and handed it over with both hands. Kong Jie took it with trembling hands and held it tightly in his palm! He held the white noodles in his other hand and walked out.

"The whole group gathers..." Kong Jie's guard shouted.

The brothers of a regiment gathered at the headquarters. Kong Jie had calmed down at this time, but his voice was still trembling slightly as he shouted: "This! This is white flour sent by the fourth son's father, so that the brothers can have something to eat.

Siwazi’s father wanted to send these 30 kilograms of white flour and a letter asking how many cotton-padded shoes our group lacked to warm our feet.

Killed by devils.

Damn..."
Chapter completed!