Chapter 3: Reinforcements in Disarray

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  But miracles often happen at the most critical moment. At that time, Wei Yuankun's finger was moving up 0.001 millimeters to pull the trigger, and a burst of gunfire interrupted his suicidal move. Then someone rushed to his side and kicked away his rifle. "Well done! I didn't expect you to be so brave at the crucial moment!" Meanwhile, a miracle also happened on Wang Fangyuan's side. This female classmate was a practical person. After taking over the gun, she shot herself in the chest instead of the head without hesitation. This suicidal behavior out of vanity saved her life - because she wore a bulletproof vest, and more importantly, the gun had just fired a blank. Although encountering a dud on the battlefield is very unlucky, for a person attempting suicide, this cannot be said to be anything but lucky.

  Wei Yuankun looked up at his reinforcements and felt a sense of relief, but also a deep confusion about the complexity of the world. In front of him, a Chinese special forces soldier wearing a Kevlar helmet, digital camouflage uniform, night vision goggles, tactical vest, and holding a Chinese 95-style automatic rifle was kneeling down to shoot at the Japanese soldiers with precision, almost every shot hitting the target's chest and creating two or three bullet holes. Next to him, his classmates Wang He and others were holding an M249 light machine gun and firing wildly. Not far away, some Eighth Route Army soldiers wearing gray uniforms and carrying canvas ammunition bags were shooting at the Japanese soldiers with their bolt-action rifles. The scene of the Eighth Route Army and the Liberation Army fighting together against the Japanese was unbelievable, yet it was unfolding right before his eyes.

  "One shot, two shots, three shots" Wei Yuankun counted beside him. When the Eighth Route comrades finished their third shot, they all charged forward with bayonets, and at this moment, Wei Yuankun was certain that these people were the legendary "Three Shots of the Eighth Route".

  Shōta Gesshū knew that he and his squad were done for. In front of him, there was at least one company of bandits, and what's more frightening was that among these bandits, there were some people wearing colorful clothes, holding small machine guns without bipods. Although there were only three or four of them, the firepower of their weapons was as strong as those of the two mysterious men they had encountered earlier. The difference lay in the fact that these people's marksmanship was extremely accurate, and they could maintain a high hit rate even while moving. More importantly, these people were very good at using the terrain to cover themselves, to the point where even Japanese soldiers suspected that they might know their thoughts. Every time they tried to aim at them, they had already hidden behind cover, and as soon as they poked their heads out, they would be shot in the head. In less than a minute, nearly ten of his subordinates had become casualties, and the rest were pinned down. The grenadier in the squad had been taken out during the initial exchange, one of them dying right next to him, with his entire skull, including his helmet, blown off, splattering his brains everywhere. As a veteran soldier, he didn't have time to feel nauseous, and he immediately took cover behind a rock to avoid the snipers' bullets. At this moment, the bandits had already charged into their formation, with more than half of the squad engaging in close combat. Next to Shōta Gesshū, there were three or four Japanese soldiers who wanted to charge forward with their Type 38 rifles, but he stopped them: "Halt! All of you, follow me, retreat!"

  Those Japanese soldiers were obviously very puzzled by Shota Tsukino's order: "Shota-kun, are we really going to abandon them?!" Shota Tsukino looked at the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who had already been surrounded by the Eighth Route Army, gritted his teeth and said resolutely: "We must retreat! Let them die for His Majesty the Emperor here, remember, even if it's just one person, we have to survive and report back on the situation. What we encountered was absolutely not the ordinary Eighth Route Army!" After finishing speaking, he looked at those soldiers again, "They won't die in vain!"

  Under the cover of the last smoke bomb - or rather, a "decisive gas" bomb, Shōta Mochizuki and several other Japanese soldiers escaped, but under the sniper fire of the special forces' snipers, except for Shōta Mochizuki who managed to escape into a small grove with his many years of combat experience and infinite good character, everyone else died halfway.

  "No need to chase!" Zhang Yu waved his hand downwards. After all, the mission of this operation was to rescue people. Since the purpose had been achieved and there were reliable messages proving that the enemy's main force was nearby, it was not necessary to get entangled with an escaping enemy - although this might expose one's identity. However, since they had already arrived in this time and space, exposure was inevitable anyway.

  The hand-to-hand combat on that side ended quickly. Generally speaking, the Eighth Route Army had to expend a lot of effort to deal with these Japanese soldiers who were standing back-to-back in a triangular formation. However, today, with the addition of the traversers, it became very easy. It was said that Wei Yuankun was trapped, and his two good friends, Wang He and Zhang Xin, rushed to the front without hesitation - of course, they never admitted it, saying they came to "heroically rescue" Wang Fangyuan. As for hand-to-hand combat, the two had made preparations before setting out, although they were much slower than all the Eighth Route Army when charging forward. However, once they joined the hand-to-hand combat, they became a nightmare for these dozen or so Japanese soldiers.

  At first, the Japanese soldiers were puzzled by the actions of the two men. The two people who were wearing clothes that were clearly different from those of the Eighth Route Army rushed to their front and suddenly threw away their guns. Just as the Japanese soldiers were still in a daze, Wang He pulled out an M1911A1 pistol from his leg holster, while Zhang Xin took down a Remington shotgun from his back. Under the close-range shooting of the two men's 0.45-inch head-shattering bullets and buckshot, more than ten Japanese soldiers either became sieves or were shot into a heap of rotten flesh. The scene was very bloody and violent.

  Everyone in the Eighth Route Army was an expert at clearing the battlefield, and within 5 minutes, all Japanese soldiers except for their loincloths were left with nothing. The few remaining wounded Japanese soldiers were also finished off one by one by Zhang Xin and his classmates using bayonets. To eradicate weeds, you must pull them out by the roots. However, since many people were killing for the first time, their techniques were very unprofessional. Several Japanese soldiers screamed in agony after being stabbed but did not die immediately, causing many people to drop their knives in fright. Only Zhang Xin, who had taken anatomy classes in school, showed no mercy with each knife strike. During this time, a small soldier from the Eighth Route Army whispered "The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners of war kindly", and was immediately heard by Wang He, who had just finished off a Japanese soldier with 7 bayonet strikes. At that moment, he only said one sentence, which was also a fact:

  "We are not the Eighth Route Army!"

  Just as everyone finished cleaning up the battlefield, they suddenly remembered that there were two wounded people left in the green canvas tent. When they went back, they found only Wei Yuankun lying there, cursing loudly. It turned out that most of the people who came to search and rescue had followed the Eighth Route Army and special soldiers to fight against the devils, leaving only Chen Lei behind to take care of the wounded. At that time, he took a look at the two people on the ground and made a decision instantly: since Wei Yuankun knew how to provide battlefield first aid, and the beautiful Wang Fangyuan was already in a semi-comatose state due to pain, out of sympathy, Chen Lei immediately picked up Wang Fangyuan and started walking back - in fact, this was the first time he had gotten so close to her since he wrote love letters to pursue her without success five years ago when they were in high school.

  The kid has no mother, and it's a long story. Let me start from the beginning. It was when Chen Lei was in his third year of high school, after the college entrance exam, he had been suppressed for three years, and "a lonely heart began to stir" (quoted from Chen Lei's open letter to Wang Fangyuan). Coincidentally, Wang Fangyuan had just transferred to Chen Lei's school that day. On their way home from school, her "slender figure, pure temperament, beautiful appearance, and kind character" (quoted from Chen Lei's drunken words at a university reunion) deeply attracted Chen Lei. And Wang Fangyuan's concern for this stranger also moved him deeply - when she accidentally knocked him down with her bicycle and asked anxiously "Are you okay?" after getting off the bike, it was this sentence, combined with the illusion brought by four bottles of beer, that made him develop a heartfelt affection for Wang Fangyuan. This feeling endured through wind, rain, and snow, even when he broke up with his fifth girlfriend in college, he still couldn't forget her, and would call out her name in his sleep after being dumped.

  In normal times, Wang Fangyuan would instinctively avoid Chen Lei and maintain a distance of at least 15 meters whenever she saw him. But this time, with her injured leg, she couldn't escape, which was exactly the opportunity Chen Lei needed to "reminisce about his youth". "Maybe, just maybe, after this, we'll become one?" Chen Lei thought to himself, and a drop of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth onto the ground. As for his girlfriend in another time and space, he had long forgotten her, not because Chen Lei was someone who got bored with old things - but rather, Wang Fangyuan was the "old" one. Chen Lei realized that the time machine had malfunctioned, and although his current girlfriend was very good-looking, with a better figure than Wang Fangyuan, taller than Wang Fangyuan... however, based on her temperament and what he knew of her, if they didn't meet for a month, she would definitely throw herself into another man's arms without hesitation. Of course, the prerequisite was that the other man had to be like him - covered in luxury brands, driving a BMW or Mercedes-Benz, living in a private villa, with at least eight zeros on his bank statement, and most importantly, willing to spend money on her. Chen Lei was a very practical person, never adhering to the "three grasses law" like Wei Yuankun, that pseudo-moralist - "what good horse eats the grass from its own nest? Wherever there's a chance, I'll even chew on the roots!"

  "Wei Yuankun, it's not that I'm not particular, the key is that you're too heavy, wait a moment and I'll call a few more people to come over and lift you together." Chen Lei said while carrying the beauty and walking.

  "Chen Lei, you're really disappointing!" It's not easy to finally get a lifesaver, only to be told that we still have to wait for the next batch. It's understandable to feel a little disappointed because of this.