The Japanese officer was battered with bruises and wounds as objects were thrown at him. Then, like a small dog, he clung to Zenko's legs, pleading, "Please! Please intercede for me! Let him spare my life! Just let him spare my life! I'll give you this!" And with that, he handed her a gold bar. At first, Zenko hesitated, but the crowd's cries of "Kill the Japanese! Strike against the invaders!" grew louder and louder. Realizing that before the tide of national resentment, all judgments must be made with justice, she promptly pushed the gold bar back to the officer, firmly stating, "All this is your own fault—this is what you deserve!" At that moment, the crowd roared, emphasizing that the gold bar had been won through Japanese aggression and plunder. The Japanese officer, now utterly defeated and with no alternative, laughed helplessly and handed Zenko a photograph from his coat. Upon seeing it, she recognized a portrait of a young Japanese woman—clearly the officer's fiancée. The Japanese officer spoke with deep remorse, "I deceived her. When I left, I told her I was going abroad to do business! She still doesn't know the truth! Please find her at the address written on the back of the photograph—tell her I no longer need to wait, and that she should go on and marry someone else!" After finishing his words, he handed a small booklet to Jingzi. Jingzi, holding it with trembling hands, nodded tearfully. A smile appeared at the corner of the officer's mouth as he suddenly drove the Japanese sword through his chest with a forceful thrust. "Ah!" he fell to the ground, dead. The people of Huaxia cheered and clapped enthusiastically, yet at that very moment, the Japanese army was advancing steadily toward them—danger! The people of Huaxia were now in peril. Gao Liang immediately turned to the crowd and said, "Fellow villagers! Hurry and retreat!" The people began to move swiftly into the deeper alleys, while Gao Liang, to ensure their safe evacuation, turned to Jingzi and said, "Hurry!" Just now, I surveyed the terrain from the air. You must follow this route and guide everyone to evacuate—this is a future witness to the Nanjing Massacre! You must carry out this demanding task for me!" With courage, Jingzi nodded and shouted to the simple Chinese villagers: "Neighbors! Move now! Japanese soldiers are approaching behind us! I know the way—hurry! Hurry up and follow me!" With the highlighted guide map in hand, Jingzi led the crowd toward a safer location. The villagers thanked High-light warmly before quickly following Jingzi's lead. At that moment, the Japanese army arrived—this time with over a thousand troops. Spotting people evacuating through one alley, they immediately pursued. High-light roared from the sky: "Anyone who stands in my way shall die!" Instantly, the Water Dragon and Fire Dragon jewels fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and forming a solid barrier directly in front of the Japanese forces. The Japanese army was halted and immediately erupted into flames. The commander drew his command saber, pointed it forward, and with a thunderous roar, the two dragon orbs trembled slightly under the cannon fire but remained unharmed. The commander was a particularly shrewd Japanese officer who had conscripted a group of Chinese laborers, ordering them to dig trenches beneath the ground so that the army could pass through. One laborer, due to being slightly slower, was cut by a Japanese soldier's saber. More humiliating still, a Chinese woman was made to manually dig the trench herself. The Japanese officers further disrespected her, and Gao Liang resolved to sharply criticize the Japanese army's arrogance and self-importance. However, as he exerted himself during the effort, he felt a sharp headache, and a voice echoed in his ears: "Gao Liang, Gao Liang, your time is running short—you must return to the Yue Guang treasure box. Yet the Chinese woman ahead of you is in danger; she is pregnant, and during the digging, she suddenly went into labor. A series of infant cries rang out, yet the Japanese commander used his bayonet to kill newborn babies. Chinese mothers were truly heroic—some laid their bodies in front of the infants, crying out, "Ah!" in agony, yet they did not fall; instead, they continued to protect the babies beside them. The Japanese commander was nothing short of a beast devoid of conscience, utterly fascinated by killing. The more desperate and painful the Chinese mothers became, the more excited the commander grew. He raised his bayonet and stabbed it toward the newly born infant. Gao Liang, though this time feeling dizzy, was filled with righteous indignation. Heaven help me—what a cruel slaughter in the Nanjing Massacre! The Japanese invaders, so proud and arrogant, were now trampling upon our great Chinese nation, mercilessly slaughtering even pregnant women and newborn infants. No more! I must save them! Gao Liang had already set his life and death aside. As he fell from the sky, he landed right beside the infant, picked up the baby effortlessly, and was about to run. Yet the Japanese officer had already ordered all the soldiers to aim their empty guns directly at Gao Liang. "Your! Dead! Dead! Fire on him!" Gao Liang heard the shots ring out—someone fell. Not him, but the Chinese woman. To protect her infant, she had used up her very last strength, stepping in front of Gao Liang. As she died, she gasped, drawing her final strength to say, "Now my child is safe. Take good care of him. One day, fight for me!" Gao Liang wept. What a magnificent mother! Gao Liang looked at these brutal Japanese soldiers with a gaze filled with hatred—these beasts had turned our Chinese nation into a land of constant suffering. With tears in his eyes, he nodded firmly to the Chinese mother and said, "Don't worry." "I'll raise him well! I'll bring glory to our nation! I'll crush these invading bandits!" After saying this, the strong woman closed her eyes. "Fire on him! Kill him!" the commander roared with cruel intensity. All the Japanese soldiers aimed their darkened gun barrels at Gao Liang, yet he didn't flinch. Holding the infant in both arms, he protected him as if he were a new hope. Gao Liang knew that if they fired, his head would be shattered—his current abilities were now at the brink, no longer extraordinary. At the critical moment, a motorcycle pulled up, its driver waving vigorously at the Japanese troops, her long hair flowing gracefully in the wind. "Miss Hua! It's our Japanese Miss Hua! What a treat!" The Japanese ranks were instantly stirred. The commander also took a deep breath—good timing, indeed! It had been a long time since he'd encountered a local woman. Seizing the moment when the Japanese soldiers were relaxed, the Japanese woman promptly signaled Gao Liang to get on the motorcycle. Gao Liang realized it—truly unexpected—she was Jingzi saving him. Instantly energized, he picked up the baby and mounted the back of the motorcycle. Jingzi gave the motorcycle a firm twist of the throttle, and the bike surged forward like a wild horse.