Resistência contra os japoneses: Eu tenho um barco torpedeiro

June 22, 1938, Heyuan County, Elm Tree Valley

“Miss Hua, don’t run!”
“Miss Hua!”
“Catch Miss Hua!”
“Stop!”
“Hiyaku, hiyaku!”
“Everyone, ganbare!”

Gu Yufei, leader of the Taiyuan Military Intelligence Station’s action team, stumbled along a mountain path with deputy leader Xu Zhongyi. Behind them surged a large group of Japanese puppet soldiers, with the squad leader at the front wearing a brazen, lecherous grin.

At the city gate earlier, the Japanese squad leader had tried to harass Gu Yufei—touching her and even attempting to tear her clothes. Naturally, Gu Yufei wouldn’t tolerate it and slapped him hard. Thanks to Xu Zhongyi’s quick reflexes pulling her uphill, the Japanese squad leader took a loss and now chased after them with his men.

Though several special agents were killed in the pursuit, the squad leader was excited—not only could he capture this “flower girl,” but he could also earn merit. No matter if she was a wealthy young lady, to them she was just an Eighth Route Army soldier.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers flanking the squad leader were equally excited, their eyes burning with anticipation. If their leader got the meat, they’d get the broth. After all, the Imperial Army had long upheld such traditions. As for the security regiment and special agents, they were left to watch helplessly.

Gu Yufei turned and pulled the trigger again. A click sounded—no bullets left. Furious, she threw the gun aside and kept running. Xu Zhongyi had already discarded his weapon.

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