Chapter 63 Injured

  The intense cannon fire made Shan Yixuan extremely excited, holding a telescope in his hand and saying on the side: "Good guy, this coordinate is set, it seems that he has already sent scouts to investigate the enemy's position!"

  Shan Yixuan finished speaking, and Qingteng Yimu's sniper rifle aimed at the Japanese army's position. Indeed, the mortar shells fell almost without exception on the Japanese army's position.

  The Japanese counterattack was not slow, and after Watabe Kenichi's order was given, the firepower of the three squadrons quickly suppressed the firepower of the 388th Regiment. Because they were holding M3 submachine guns, the 388th Regiment did not gain any advantage after being counterattacked by the enemy. However, on the other side, the Japanese Type 38 rifle and the Mosin-Nagant rifle did not give Zhou Weiguo's soldiers a chance to retreat.

  Zhou Weiguo saw that his troops were at a disadvantage, and immediately ordered: "Withdraw!" Faced with the strong rifles and three heavy machine guns of the devils, Zhou Weiguo did not dare to act rashly. Although retreating was not dignified, dignity was for looking at, not for fighting against the devils!

  The binoculars in Shan Yixuan's hand had never left this young lieutenant colonel, seeing Zhou Weiguo wearing the National Army officer uniform and wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel, he couldn't help but think of someone, Zhou Weiguo from Snow Leopard! Looking at Zhou Weiguo leading his troops to retreat, he muttered to himself: "Damn, is there anyone who looks so alike?"

  The Japanese army's fierce firepower surprised Zhou Weiguo, and even more so made Shan Yixuan take a cold breath. As expected of a front-line combat unit, entering the main battlefield, not even regular troops could gain an advantage.

  "What the...! Do you have a mortar?! Die, die, die! Where is the artillery?!" The major drew his officer's sword and shouted angrily at the retreating 388th Regiment. The collapse of the command center was a great shame to him. As soon as the major finished speaking, within seconds, more than a dozen people carrying the barrels of 60mm mortars appeared before the major's eyes.

  "Have you seen the fleeing Chinese troops? Block their way with artillery fire!"

  "Got it!" More than a dozen people nodded and quickly dismounted the 60 recoilless guns from their backs.

  "Xuan Ge, what are the Japanese doing?" Qingteng Yimut looked at the Japanese who were setting up mortars and said: "Are they going to use cannons to block the National Army's way?"

  "Ah, absolutely cannot let their mortars fire, or the National Army brothers will be at a disadvantage! Qingteng, give me the sniper rifle!" Duan Yixuan threw down the binoculars and took the sniper rifle handed over by Qingteng Yim, quickly cocking it and aiming the scope at a tall tree branch in the direction of twelve o'clock. Just as the sniper team was taking position, when they hung the cloth strips on the branches, their eyes were all staring at this central branch, the only bare branch swaying in the wind in the entire open area.

  At this time, its role is no longer a sapling that can sprout again next year. Now, it's the signal for the sniper team to launch an attack. Shan Yixuan steadied his breath and then pushed the bolt forward, firing. The cold bullet flew towards the sapling swaying in the wind. Just as the Japanese army was about to load the shell into the launcher, a branch not far from the Japanese army suddenly snapped with a "crack", and everyone involuntarily looked up at the sky.

  Shan Yixuan smiled coldly and squatted down to pick up a thin dry grass from the side. The dry grass was blown by the wind, swaying back and forth in front of Shan Yixuan's mouth. Shan Yixuan glanced at the swaying dry grass, quickly loaded the bullet into the chamber, and then pulled the trigger, firing! Just as Shan Yixuan fired, Qingteng Yimu swiftly picked up his binoculars to look towards the artillery group.

  As everyone was just reacting to the sound of the branch breaking, a gunshot rang out. The previously enraged Major "Peng" fell into a pool of blood with a thud. Shan Yixuan looked through the scope, smiled and handed the sniper rifle to Qingteng Yimuo, saying: "Now the artillery is just a target, take them down, except for snipers, they are still a threat!"

  Shan Yixuan's sniper rifle sound stopped Zhou Weiguo, who was preparing to retreat with the water army. As someone who had studied at a German military academy, he knew that this shot was not ordinary. If the person holding the gun wasn't one of his own, then he would be the next to die. Zhou Weiguo thought to himself and picked up his binoculars to look towards where the Japanese army had just chased them. The enemy's 60mm mortar column was densely packed, clearly more numerous than their own troops.

  Zhou Weiguo's first thought was that the devils wanted to block our army's path with artillery, but why hadn't they started firing yet? With doubts in his mind, he continued to look for a reason. After searching for a while, Zhou Weiguo finally saw an officer wearing a major general's insignia collapse behind the artillery.

  "Captain, retreat quickly! The devils have mortars!" Zhou Weiguo's guard had been searching for him for a long time and finally found him still in a daze. Without giving him a chance to say anything, he pulled Zhou Weiguo's clothes and retreated towards the rear. This battle made Zhou Weiguo realize that the M3 submachine gun was only advantageous in close combat, and its lethality was completely lost when attacking at distances greater than 50 meters. This time, the mysterious sniper also left Zhou Weiguo wondering who was helping him?

  The death of the colonel did not cause the artillery to panic, and more than a dozen artillerymen hesitated for a while before aiming at the retreating National Army and firing several shots. However, due to distance and coordinate issues, some soldiers from the 388th Regiment only suffered minor injuries.

  "Bang!" Qingteng Yimuke fired the first shot, and the bullet passed through the head of an artilleryman under Shanyuexuan's gaze. The artillery tube in the artilleryman's hand fell to the ground with a "slap". The artilleryman's inexplicable death made the devils somewhat flustered, and the fear brought by the sniper gradually rose from their hearts.

  All the machine gunners were frantically sweeping towards the source of the gunfire, and Shan Yixuan quickly dropped to the ground and covered Qingteng Yimut's head with his hands. No matter who he used to be, now he is my brother. The word "brother" was only understood by Shan Yixuan from the moment he entered the special forces - a true brother is someone who can take a bullet for you, do anything for you.

  Shan Yixuan's hand had just protected Qingteng Yimutou's head when bullet after bullet whizzed past from the front of the sniper's position.

  After the gunshot, Shan Yixuan clenched his teeth and withdrew his arm. The intense pain told him that the bullet might have just entered his own arm. Qingteng Yimut tilted her head, suddenly feeling a drop of water on her brow, and only discovered it was blood when she touched it with her hand.

  "Xuan Ge, are you hurt?" Qingteng Yimut didn't feel any pain, so he was sure that the one who was hurt wasn't himself, but Shan Yixuan.

  Shan Yixuan hid his arm behind his back and forced a smile through the intense pain: "No!"

  Qīngténg Yīmù discovered Shān Yìxuān's abnormality, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and pulled Shān Yìxuān's arm. The clothes on his arm had already been stained red with blood, and a bullet hole had penetrated through the clothes into the flesh. Qīngténg Yīmù shed a tear in his eyes. If Shān Yìxuān hadn't placed his hand on his own head just now, this bullet might have pierced through his own skull, and he would never see tomorrow's sun again.

  "It's nothing, just a minor scratch!" Xuan saw Qingteng Yimuluo shed tears and couldn't help but smile, saying: "I didn't even cry, why are you crying?"

  "Xuan Ge, what about your wound? Without anti-inflammatory medicine, it will get inflamed!" Qingteng Yimut wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen from the corner of his eye.

  Shan Yixuan raised his binoculars to look in the direction of twelve o'clock, and the breaking of branches meant that the sniper position had launched an attack. Shan Yixuan's first shot meant that the sniper team took out the mortar soldier. The Ling Hu Tuiji (Spirit Fox Strike) team completed their task excellently under Shan Yixuan's silent command. More than a dozen sniper rifles fired in unison, causing heavy casualties among the three companies that were bravely fighting.

  "Nothing, do you have a cigarette?" At this time, the artillery position was left with only corpses and mortar tubes. Shan Yixuan smiled slightly, without the powerful mortar shells, the casualties of the National Army should be greatly reduced.

  Qingteng handed a pack of cigarettes to Shan Yixuan, who took it and lit a few with matches. He took a fierce drag, flicking the ash onto his calloused hand, which was already covered in thick scars from practicing shooting. His palms and fingers looked like they didn't belong to him.

  Shan Yixuan took out a dagger and handed it to Qingteng Yimu, saying: "Brother, help me dig out the bullet and use it to stop the bleeding!" As he spoke, he glanced at the cigarette ash.

  Qingteng stood up, frowning and said: "No way, Xuan Ge, this is too dangerous. I'll go catch a medic and let them do it!" He had already gotten up, preparing to head down the mountain to catch a medic.

  "What are you kidding me, almost everyone in Wataru Kenichi has seen you, aren't you going to your death by going down?"

  Tuan Yixuan pulled Qingteng Yimut's arm and continued: "Why did I train Snow Fox and Ling Fox assault teams? It was to make you adapt to special operations. What is special operation? No matter what sudden event occurs, the goal is to complete the task, can't lose sight of the big picture because of a small mistake, do you understand?"

  Shan Yixuan released his grip on Qingteng Yimut's arm, lit a match and heated the dagger for a circle. He looked at Qingteng Yimut and said in a low voice, "You were quite ruthless when you tortured that ghost, why are you so scared now?"

  Qingteng said with his head lowered: "He's an enemy, if I don't kill him, he'll kill me. You're different, and the brothers of the Linghu Pounce Squad are different too!"

  Shan Yixuan nodded, thinking to himself that he hadn't let his own efforts go to waste. However, it seemed like this operation would require him to take matters into his own hands! With that thought, he bit down on the collar of his shirt, and the dagger in his hand stopped precisely at the wound.

  "Hmm..." Shan Yixuan forcefully inserted the dagger into the wounded bullet hole, and a shell casing fell to the ground with a crisp "pop" sound. Shan Yixuan's face was covered in cold sweat as he immediately sprinkled ash onto the wound. Qingteng Yimu stood by, staring blankly at everything, doing nothing because he didn't dare do anything.

  "Stop staring and get me a piece of cloth to wrap it up!" Duan Yixuan panted heavily, glancing at Qingteng Yimu who was still in a daze. He thought to himself, "This kid, isn't he scared stupid?"