Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 484: Saved by a Chinese Countryside Cat

Monk Wei immediately decided to follow the method of the three warriors and work on the big locust tree.

"There were fifty-four of us, about ten at a time, climbing the tree one by one and entering the main hall of the temple."

Monk Wei then imitated a bird's call, and the soldiers above pulled all the ropes up.

Monk Wei tightened his equipment to ensure that there would not be any collision sounds.

Then he moved to the big locust tree, climbed over the wall with the help of the soldiers, and then climbed up by holding the trunk of the big locust tree upright.

Fortunately, it was summer, and the big locust tree was lush and green, like a big umbrella. If the Japanese soldiers below didn't keep a close eye, they would not be able to see that there were people climbing up the tree.

"Baga, what's that sound?"

The Japanese soldiers at the machine gun position were bored and looked around. Suddenly, they saw a large locust tree several dozen meters away that seemed to be shaking.

The other three Japanese soldiers immediately became alert, pointed their guns at the big locust tree and began to observe.

This action frightened Monk Wei so much that he quietly tied his trunk together with a rope:

Even if he was hit by a machine gun, he could not be exposed. If he fell off the big locust tree, the operation would be a complete failure!

At this moment, a domestic cat ran over from the roof of the main hall, meowed, then jumped under the big locust tree, and then jumped down!

When the Japanese saw that it was a cat, they relaxed.

"Dochun-kun, don't be suspicious. This is the rear area. The independent column is being beaten by our Kwantung Army on the front line and has no power to fight back. How could they have the energy to launch a sneak attack?

In addition, the reason why our machine gun position is placed inside the temple is to conceal the identity of the ammunition depot. The Chinese people don't know this secret!"

"No, those monks who were killed knew, hahaha!"

The little Japanese soldier named Duochun rubbed his eyes, sighed, and then shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Hey, I always feel like there's something wrong with this tree. Let's get some explosives tomorrow and blow it up!"

Monk Wei wiped the beads of sweat off his face, untied the rope, and waited until the soldier who had been into the main hall arrived. Then he followed him along the tree trunk and climbed onto the roof of the main hall.

The main hall of this thousand-year-old temple is very magnificent, about the size of an acre of land. Monk Wei and his companions lifted a few tiles on the roof, and after making sure that there was no one below, they slid down with a whoosh.

After entering the main hall, Monk Wei took a look and saw that it was indeed filled with artillery shells.

Monk Wei gave a wink and the soldiers immediately began to set up bombs.

Just when they were happily arranging the scene, a strange sound came from behind a Buddha statue.

Monk Wei made a pause gesture, gently pulled out the loaded pistol, and pointed it behind the Buddha statue.

The house cat that had just saved his life jumped out from behind him, seemed to look at Monk Wei twice, and then walked away in a cool manner.

"Come out! Do you think you can get rid of me by letting out a cat?"

Monk Wei stared at the dark back of the Buddha statue and shouted sternly.

Half a minute later, a small, shining bald head emerged from the darkness, staring at Monk Wei with frightened, dark eyes.

"Are you Chinese?"

When Monk Wei saw that it was a little monk, he asked the soldiers to continue with the arrangements and then carried the little monk down from behind the Buddha statue.

"Young Master, why are you hiding here?"

The little monk probably thought of some sad events in the past, his lips began to tremble and his eyes were filled with tears.

When Monk Wei saw that the little monk was about to cry, he was ready to cover his mouth at any time to prevent his crying from attracting the Japanese soldiers.

But the little monk held back his tears.

"Don't worry, I won't cry! Before he died, the abbot told me not to cry, otherwise the devils would come and kill me!"

"Huh? The abbot is dead? Besides you, who else is left in this temple?"

Monk Wei took off his helmet, revealing his bald head.

"Wow! The donor is also a monk?"

"I have returned to secular life. Young Master, you haven't answered me yet. Where have all the other masters gone?"

The little monk tiptoed to the window of the main hall and pointed to a piece of new soil in the yard outside.

"The abbot and his men were all there. Except for me, all the other 100 or so monks in the entire temple were killed by the Japanese devils and buried in the yard."

Monk Wei took a deep breath. Although this was the usual style of the Japanese devils, it was still hard to accept this shocking number.

"Then how did you survive?"

The young monk took Monk Wei's hand and walked behind the Buddha statue, then lifted a piece of wood, revealing a dark hole.

"When the Japanese came, they were quite polite and asked the abbot to use our temple as an arsenal, but the abbot refused because temples did not use weapons. The Japanese got angry and killed the abbot. I was hiding in this tunnel at the time and watched the abbot get stabbed in the chest by the Japanese bayonet."

The more the little monk spoke, the lower his voice became, and finally he began to sob softly.

Monk Wei believed the young monk's words without a doubt. Since several "Buddhist destruction" disasters, many temples have secret doors or tunnels to prevent the monks from being slaughtered again.

Judging from the appearance of the tunnel, it is estimated to be several hundred years old. Monk Wei took out a small piece of compressed biscuit from his pocket and handed it to the young monk.

"Little Master, where does this tunnel lead to?"

The little monk wiped his nose, took the compressed biscuit, and then looked at Monk Wei's gesture to him to eat, and took a sip.

A sweet feeling spread from his mouth. It had been a long time since his master died that he hadn't felt this kind of warmth and fullness.

"Donor, this tunnel leads to every place in the temple. If it weren't for this tunnel, I would have starved to death long ago! I would sneak into the kitchen and steal some rice from the devils."

"Are there any other boxes like this in other side halls?"

The young monk took the water bottle from Monk Wei, took two sips of water, and then put the remaining half of the compressed biscuit in his arms.

"There are a lot of them. Almost every room has these wooden boxes."

Monk Wei secretly felt lucky that he had met this young monk, otherwise he would not be able to complete the mission just by blowing up the main hall.

"Master, can you take us to have a look?"

The little monk looked at the soldiers working in the main hall and asked curiously:

"Are you going to blow up the entire temple?"

Monk Wei's heart skipped a beat. He was just completing a military mission, but to the young monk in front of him, this meant blowing up the temple where he had lived for more than a decade!

"Master, I can't lie. We must blow up these shells! Otherwise, once these shells hit the battlefield, tens of thousands of Chinese people will be killed!"

Tears began to well up in the little monk's eyes again. He bit his lower lip and said nothing.

Then he ran away.

The soldiers looked at it and prepared to draw their guns...