Zhou Changrong's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
Blood rushed to his head.
"Ahhh!"
He let out a roar that sounded nothing like a human voice and grabbed a grenade beside him.
"Brothers! Charge with me! Let's fight the Japanese to the death!"
Just as he was about to leap out of the fortifications, an iron-clamp-like hand suddenly seized him by the back of his collar and yanked him back.
"Charge?"
"What the hell are you charging for?"
A strange voice exploded in his ear.
"Think your life's too long?"
Zhou Changrong fell to the ground. He turned around and froze.
The newcomer was covered in dust, but his sharp eyes and brows exuded cunning and courage.
Behind him, countless soldiers in assorted military uniforms surged into town like a tide, swiftly and skillfully setting up defensive lines.
"Grenade Launchers! Quick! Get them set up!"
"That Heavy Machine Gun over there—find a high spot! Yes, that rooftop!"
What left him even more dumbfounded was that several mules were straining to drag a Field Gun covered by a canvas gun cover toward the square in the center of town.
A cannon?
They actually had a cannon?!
Zhou Changrong was stunned.
"Y-you are...?"
The newcomer grinned, flashing a row of white teeth.
"Deputy Commander of the Kanto Forest Guard Army, Master Wang."
"By order of our Marshal, we've come to reinforce Pine Town!"
Master Wang dusted himself off, glanced over the carnage on the position, then looked toward the Japanese Army, which was continuing to pour in reinforcements.
"Well, I'll be. You're a bunch of policemen, and you actually held off an entire Japanese battalion?"
He turned to Zhou Changrong and asked, "Where's the Regular Army? Where the hell did the main force of the Feng Army go?"
At that, Zhou Changrong's face fell,