Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 576

Cheuk Wa hid behind some bushes behind a Japanese food transportation unit. Beside him, Dr Zhang said
under his breath, “Any minute now…” And then it happened. “Bang! Bang! Bang!” The distraction team lifted
their guns and fired into the air. That sure got the guards’ attention; they all ran toward them. As they led the guards
away, further into the street. The others struck. They all ran out from their hiding places and fired at the remaining
guards. They went down within seconds. “That was easy.” Cheuk Wa said to the medic. Just as the sentence escaped
his lips, Japanese soldiers charged out from nowhere. They fired at the hopelessly small group. They returned fire.
Cheuk Wa fired with his pistol then took cover behind a truck.
Minutes after the sound of bullets pinging and men screaming, he walked out from behind the truck and saw
the whole group was lying dead around him. Only Dr. Zhang wasn’t dead yet, but he had received a bullet wound
to the stomach. When he saw Cheuk WA, he rasped, “Leave me here, I’m dying. Finish the missi…” And the life
faded from his eyes. With tears in his eyes, Cheuk Wa threw one grenade in each truck and blew them up. As he
walked away, he thought: Maybe, one day, China will win, and there’ll be peace.
THIS PASSAGE IS DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO SACRIFICED
THEMESELVES DURING THE DEFFECE OF SHANGHAI.