Chapter 15

  Everything was ready, and after everyone finished dinner, the sun had already set. In the northeast autumn, it gets dark relatively early, and soon a ray of twilight disappeared from the horizon, and the whole earth was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

  A warrior on a mission to lure the enemy carried a Mauser rifle and held a grenade launcher, quietly approaching the Japanese army barracks. These Northeastern soldiers were not like the Japanese soldiers who had undergone specialized training with grenade launchers and could achieve high accuracy in shooting. In fact, Li Bin did not require him to shoot accurately, but only required him to throw the hand grenade into the enemy's barracks, or even just outside the barracks to create an explosion sound.

  The outdoor barracks of the Japanese were all made of white canvas tents, which were very conspicuous in the pitch-black night. Moreover, the Japanese also lit bonfires everywhere to prevent sneak attacks, making it even easier for others to find their temporary barracks location.

  At that time, the Japanese had never thought that anyone would dare to oppose them, and even more unthinkable was that someone would use their own grenade launchers to ambush them. As a result, these arrogant Japanese did not even post sentries beyond 100 meters outside the barracks, giving Li Bin and his men an opportunity to take advantage of.

  The warrior approached a position about three hundred meters away from the enemy camp, set up a grenade launcher, and loaded a sweet melon hand grenade into the launcher.

  A crisp firing sound, the "watermelon" sent as a gift to the Japanese flew into the barracks.

  Soon, a tent "welcomed" the gift, and with a loud bang, it shattered the quiet of the dark night. A flash of fire lit up the scene as the watermelon hand grenade exploded into 48 fragments. The tent that was hit instantly became a bloody mess, and the six devils inside who were sleeping soundly all "met the Sun Goddess they had always dreamed of seeing" in their dreams.

  The warrior didn't expect himself to be so accurate, when he saw the enemy barracks exploding and chaotic, he quickly picked up the grenade launcher and ran away.

  The devils who were suddenly attacked didn't even have time to put on their pants, and they swarmed out of the tents, grabbing their guns in confusion and running around like headless flies.

  At this moment, a ghostly figure raised his 38 rifle and fired a crisp shot that echoed through the night sky.

  At night, the visibility was originally poor. The Northeastern soldier was running in a zigzag pattern, taking cover behind big trees, so the Japanese bullets didn't hit him.

  The devils quietly gave a signal, shouldered their guns and chased after the fleeing Northeastern Army soldier. The devils who emerged from the barracks behind them rushed towards the place where the gunfire sounded.

  The little devil squad leader crawled out of the tent, and through the flames, he saw that the tent which had been blown to pieces. The firelight reflected on his sinister face, making it look even more ferocious: "Bastards! Some Chinese dare to launch a sneak attack on us! Get after them!"

  A large group of devils who didn't have time to put on their pants rushed towards the direction provided by the secret whistle, and at this moment, Wu Congyu, hiding in the dark, gently raised his rifle, aiming at a devil wearing a white shirt and white underpants under the faint starlight.

  The devils were about four hundred meters away from him, and the Japanese had not discovered Wu Congyu, who was wearing black clothes. Those devils in white shirts and white pants stood out unusually at night.

  The rifle fired a crisp shot, the bullet piercing the chest of that devil, a fluffy explosion of blood bursting from his chest, and he fell to the ground with a dull hum.

  After firing a shot, Wu Congyu followed Li Bin's instructions, slung his gun over his shoulder and took off running.

  The pursuing devils had a godly gunner who raised his 38 rifle and fired a shot in the direction of Wu Congyu, the sharp bullet hit the original position of Wu Congyu, and one head drilled into a tree.

  When Wu Congyu started running, Wang Zihao, who was hiding halfway, saw Wu Congyu run past him and raised his gun, aiming at a ghost (Japanese soldier) and gently pulled the trigger.

  Another crisp gunshot, the bullet pierced through the devil's chest, and the powerful rifle bullet rolled around in the devil's thoracic cavity, carrying his heart and lung fragments and flesh out of his back. The devil let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

  Without even seeing what the enemy looked like, they lost eight soldiers. What a huge loss for these devils! The little devil squad leader was furious, his seven orifices smoking with rage. He wished he could catch the attackers immediately and vowed to skin them alive.

  Prince Hao and Wu Congyu, wearing black clothes, fired their guns while retreating towards the ambush circle. With each gunshot, a devil fell to the ground. On the short 300-meter road, eight devils' corpses lay in a row.

  Wang Zihao and Wu Congyu each had only one bullet left in their rifle magazines. The devils behind them were pursuing relentlessly, they didn't even have the chance to reload their rifles.

  Wang Zihao turned his head and fired the last bullet in the magazine, another devil fell down with a miserable cry.

  "Run fast!" Wang Zihao pulled Wu Congyu. The two of them took off in a sprint, accelerating towards the ambush circle.

  Li Bin, hiding in the dark ahead, set up an infrared night vision device, and he was observing the enemy's every move from the night vision device. Next to him, Hong Biao wore a low-light night vision device, his hands tightly gripping the handle of the machine gun, aiming the muzzle at the front according to Li Bin's pointing position.

  As for this strange thing, the micro-night vision device, Hong Biao really thought it was unbelievable: This thing is really good! At night you can see the enemy clearly! And the enemy can't see us!

  A bright metal chain of bullets hangs on the machine gun, and as soon as the master lightly presses the trigger, these deadly bullets will pour down on the enemy like a storm.

  "Alright, the enemy has entered the ambush circle! I'll give the order to fire on the count of three!" Li Bin commanded, "One, two, three!"

  In Hong Biao's night vision goggles, a patch of dark green ghostly shadow appeared, he aimed at the ghostly shadow and pressed the trigger.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat" the machine gun spat out a long tongue of flame, the yellowish metal bullet chain rapidly shortened, and the tracer bullets flew towards the enemy's flank with a trail of sparks.

  Dark red bullet marks tore through the black night forest, and the whistling bullets knocked down the devils who were chasing Wang Zihao and Wu Congyu in groups. This 1980s machine gun had a firing rate of up to 1,200 rounds per minute! The machine gun fired from a fan-shaped angle on the side, its power was even more fierce than a direct shot.

  Machine guns rang out at the same time, and more than a dozen grenades suddenly flew out of the woods. These stone-wrapped grenades fell among the devils' crowd and exploded, flames dancing, stones and shrapnel flying out of the smoke, and large numbers of devils let out miserable cries as they fell to the ground.

  A belt of two hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition quickly disappeared from the breech, Li Bin raised his hand to connect the second belt to the machine gun.

  Under the hail of bullets, the devils fell down like weeds cut down by a lawn mower.

  The second row of hand grenades flew out and exploded among the devils crouching on the ground. One of the hand grenades landed right next to a devil's head, with a loud bang, the devil's head flew into the air amidst the flames.

  The devils who were suddenly attacked fell down one after another. Some snipers tried to shoot at Hong Biao, but in the darkness and at a distance, it was not easy to hit him. However, with his night vision goggles, Hong Biao could clearly see the devil sniper trying to shoot him. He simply turned the muzzle of his gun slightly, and a string of bullets pierced through the top of the devil's helmet.

  The devils who came later, carrying submachine guns and grenade launchers, became Hong Biao's "priority targets". This powerful machine gun went crazy outside the Japanese shooting range, and soon those devil machine gunners and grenadiers all became ghosts under Hong Biao's gun, turning into real "devils".

  When the grenade thrower was in power, Wu Congyu, the god of guns, had already loaded the rifle with bullets. With a "click" of the bolt, he fired a fatal shot, and every time a gunshot sounded, a devil died.

  Wang Zihao, who had been retreating all along, also loaded his rifle and joined the righteous massacre.

  The Mauser pistol fired in succession, and one after another, the devils fell dead under his gun.

  These Northeastern Army soldiers never thought that this battle would be so easy. These devils were well-trained, but they were ambushed in an instant and didn't even have time to react, suffering more than half of their losses.

  The remaining devils' organization fired back, but found that the bombers in front of them were blocked by large stones. Their guns couldn't reach their opponents, but their opponents' grenades could fly out from behind the stones. The machine gunners and snipers were too far away from their positions, they couldn't hit the machine gunners.

  The helpless devils had no choice but to raise their bayonets and charge towards the direction of the grenade throwers. However, as soon as they stood up, they immediately became victims under the side's machine guns that were like a nightmare.

  The machine gun dismantled from the Type 95 tank was extremely powerful, and the gunner Hong Biao wore a night vision device with weak light. Even if these Japanese soldiers carried heavy machine guns, they could not suppress Hong Biao's firepower, let alone the Japanese infantry squad did not have heavy machine guns. The crooked handles in their hands were simply useless scrap iron in front of this extremely powerful machine gun.