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"Tie Zhu, what are you dazing for? Hurry up and go, don't just stand there."
"Ah, oh, okay." Tie Zhu nodded in a panic, feeling like he was going crazy. Why? Was it all just a dream? Or was it some kind of déjà vu?
Tie Zhu walked downstairs in a daze, carrying the Machine Gun and placing it in front of the Counter.
Tie Zhu slowly calculated in his mind that Xu Staff Officer would walk out the door in ten seconds, taking a signal flare from his left pocket with his right hand because his left hand was occupied with a cigarette. Hu Lian Commander would come over and pat him on the shoulder, saying: "Tie Zhu, you stay down here while Xu Staff Officer and I go upstairs. If anything happens, let us know."
As Tie Zhu thought about this, he looked at Xu Staff Officer. After putting down the Machine Gun, Xu Staff Officer lit a half-burnt cigarette with his ear and then walked to the door, taking two deep puffs before pulling out the signal flare from his left pocket and firing it.
Tie Zhu turned to look at Hu Lian, who was circling around the Machine Gun. When he saw Xu Staff Officer enter, he patted Tie Zhu on the shoulder: "Tie Zhu, you stay down here while Xu Staff Officer and I go upstairs. If anything happens, let us know."
"Oh, okay, Commander!"
Tie Zhu nodded, feeling somewhat disoriented. He felt like he was going crazy; he didn't know if he was still dreaming or truly alive.
He adjusted the Machine Gun, finished arranging the table, and began to think about how to avoid dying.
He remembered that the first time he died in a dream, it was by being shot by a Japanese Soldier. Why did he die by a Grenade in the second and third times?
After carefully considering the different circumstances surrounding those events, a scene from his first death flashed through his mind. At that time, he was injured and leaning against the Counter, wailing—yes, wailing—he was wailing against the Counter. The Japanese Soldier must have heard that sound and didn't throw a Grenade.
Understanding this key point, Tie Zhu sat down again in front of the Machine Gun, waiting once more for the Japanese Soldier to come through the door.
Minutes later, he heard the footsteps of a Japanese Soldier again. Tie Zhu aimed the gun at the door, cautiously waiting for the Japanese to come in and meet their end. At this moment, Tie Zhu had an expressionless face but remained calm; only his hands trembled slightly with excitement.
The door was pushed open again by the Japanese Soldier. Having been killed several times before, the familiar figure appeared before him once more. With an expressionless face, Tie Zhu pulled the trigger, and several still-dazed Japanese soldiers were turned into Swiss cheese.
"Ah, it hurts, I'm dying from the pain, ah, ah, ah, it hurts so much, help me!"
After killing three Japanese Soldiers, Tie Zhu did not move his hands away from the Machine Gun and began to wail in agony.
At the door
"Ota-kun, it seems like the Chinese soldier inside is injured?"
"Oshima-kun, but I didn't hear them firing their guns just now? Could he have been hurt by his own gun? It must be a Chinese trick. I've read books written by the Chinese before; this tactic is called Jiang Taigong fishing, luring the fish to bite."
"Yosh, Ota-kun really is knowledgeable! What should we do now? Should we rush in?"
Ota shook his head and pointed to his waist. After taking out a Grenade from his belt, the two Japanese Soldiers nodded at each other and threw it into the room together.
Tie Zhu wailed loudly for a while inside, but the Japanese did not show themselves. Instead, Xu Staff Officer stealthily peeked his head out from the second floor.
Tie Zhu gestured to Xu Staff Officer, indicating that there were people outside. After Xu Staff Officer nodded to acknowledge, he quietly returned to the second floor.
Before Tie Zhu could wait for the Japanese Soldier to expose himself and shoot at him, he only saw two Japanese Soldiers once again throw two Grenades from either side of the front door.
"Boom! Boom!"
The sound of explosions echoed again, and Tie Zhu was once more blown up by the powerful shockwave, feeling weightless.
"Hey, Tie Zhu, don't daze off! Quickly help lower the gun."
"Ah, oh, oh, okay, Commander."
Tie Zhu woke up again, and this time he had already walked downstairs. The Commander and Xu Staff Officer had put down the Machine Gun, and he was holding one end of the Machine Gun with both hands.
Tie Zhu slowly lowered the Machine Gun. He seemed to understand what had happened to him; he vaguely felt that he had grasped something.
"Maybe it's not a dream!"
Tie Zhu mumbled to himself, then quickly walked to the door and carefully observed the entrance.
"Tie Zhu, what are you looking at? So intense? Aren't you afraid a Japanese Soldier will pop out and shoot you?"
Tie Zhu scratched his head: "I was thinking, if there are enemies hiding by the door, how can I kill them?"
Xu Staff Officer shot a flare into the sky, took a deep breath of smoke, and turned to look at Tie Zhu curiously: "What gun would you use? The Type 92 Heavy Machine Gun inside?"
Tie Zhu immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Xu Staff Officer took the remaining cigarette butt from his pocket and handed it to Tie Zhu. Tie Zhu quickly accepted it and took a nice puff; cigarettes were great things. Besides smoking from Shunliu Brother, he had never smoked anything like this before.
Seeing Tie Zhu's intoxicated expression, Xu Staff Officer pulled out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, hung two on his ears, and handed one to him: "You fool, if someone is hiding at the wall by the door, you wouldn't shoot him through the wall."
After saying that, Xu Staff Officer went upstairs without looking back, leaving Tie Zhu in a daze.
Yeah, I could shoot him through the bullets. Didn't I just kill that Japanese Soldier at the staircase on the second floor like that? How did I not think of that?
Tie Zhu slapped his own head in frustration, feeling like a real fool, and quickly ran into the room to move the table to block the Machine Gun. After sitting properly, he fished out half a pack of cigarettes given to him by Xu Staff Officer from his pocket.
Looking down, he was pleasantly surprised to find seven or eight Hardman cigarettes left. At this time, cigarette prices were precious; even if you had money, there was nowhere to buy them.
Tie Zhu carefully pulled one out from the middle and tucked it into his underwear pocket to save for Wang Shunliu when he woke up. He was a heavy smoker and needed something to boost his spirits.
He took out a match from his pocket and struck it, a flame flaring up immediately.
Leaning against the Counter with a cigarette in his mouth, Tie Zhu's gaze wandered around. If it weren't for the Machine Gun in front of him, one might think he was at some theater watching a show.
A few minutes later, the sound of Japanese Soldier footsteps echoed outside once again. Tie Zhu tossed the cigarette butt on the ground, steadied the Machine Gun with both hands, adjusted the gun's muzzle, and prepared to face the enemy.
Three Japanese Soldiers pushed the door open again. Without hesitation, Tie Zhu unleashed a barrage from the Machine Gun, turning the three Japanese Soldiers into Swiss cheese.
After killing the three Japanese Soldiers, Tie Zhu adjusted his aim and fired a volley of bullets at the large door on the left, catching a Japanese Soldier off guard as he let out a scream.
Hearing the wails and confirming he had hit his target, Tie Zhu aimed at the right side again.
The Japanese Soldier hiding on the right saw his comrade get shot through and pulled out a Grenade to throw. Just as his hand emerged, Tie Zhu's bullet pierced through the wooden door and struck him.
The two Japanese Soldiers at the entrance fell into a pool of blood with unwillingness in their eyes. Suddenly, an explosion rang out at the entrance of the tavern. Just as Tie Zhu got up, he was unexpectedly hit in the shoulder by shrapnel from a Grenade.
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