Chapter 10: Bloody Battle at the Mouth of the Gate (4)

  Qin Yang stood at the foot of a high cliff, looking up at the top.

  The mountain cliff is extremely steep, with the top half shrouded in a milky white mist. On the nearly 90-degree rock wall, a few small trees are sparsely growing, their roots stubbornly grasping onto the rocks, stretching their weak bodies upwards into the air.

  They set out at midnight and finally arrived at the designated place at 2:00 am. According to the scheduled time, they should climb up the cliff within two hours and launch a surprise attack from behind the Japanese army, while the vanguard regiment would launch an assault at 3:45 am.

  Qin Yang turned around and whispered to Tie Tou: "Give me the rope!"

  Tie Tou hastily took off the rope on his back and handed it over to Qin Yang.

  Qin Yang slung it over his right shoulder, and looked up at the mountain cliff that was almost hidden in the clouds. He walked towards the rocks below.

  "Watch out, instructor!"

  Qin Yang was taken aback, turned his head to look at the iron-headed speaker, and then looked at the special forces soldiers who were staring at him with the same eyes, feeling a sense of emotion in his heart. He smiled confidently and said in a low voice: "This is not enough to stump your instructor, today I will give you a lesson, let you take a good look at what Chinese soldiers are like!"

  Although the rock was steep, there were some protrusions and recesses. Qin Yang's body was tightly attached to the rock, his hands grasped the protrusions on the rock, his feet exerted force on the stone wall, and he climbed up agilely.

  Ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters...

  The special forces team stood below, looking up at Qin Yang who was getting higher and higher, gradually disappearing into the clouds and fog. They all secretly wiped a cold sweat from their palms. The height and slope of this cliff had already exceeded the intensity of their training. If they tried to climb it with difficulty, although there was a possibility of climbing up, the greater probability was that they would fall down from above.

  "Be careful, instructor!" people muttered silently.

  Qin Yang looked up and saw that the top of the cliff was not far away, probably only a dozen or so meters left. As long as he could get through this nearly 90-degree smooth section in front of him, he would basically be successful.

  For so long suspended in the air, his left arm was sending waves of stinging pain, he knew that the wound might have cracked open again, but now the situation made him unable to think about that problem, and instead his gaze was darting back and forth on this several-meter-long stone wall.

  The stone wall is very smooth, not even a small blade of grass grows on it, let alone trees. The rock surface is flat and has some small protrusions, but only enough for three fingers to pinch, and the whole hand can't grasp it at all.

  "What to do?" Qin Yang stuck to the stone wall, thinking nervously.

  Now in this situation, Qin Yang also had no good way out, he was not a flying eagle, and couldn't fly up by flapping his arms.

  His body moved, and he bumped into a stone beside him. Something at his waist poked him, and the hard feeling suddenly reminded him of something Wan Laiyin had given him before he left.

  Qin Yang found a way, he made an effort to free one hand and pressed it on his waist.

  A long and drawn-out dragon's roar-like voice echoed through the mountains, and Qin Yang had an additional short knife with a blue glow in his hand.

  "Ding!" A crisp sound came through.

  Qin Yang's five-part strength unexpectedly caused the short knife to insert half of its blade into the stone wall, and he couldn't help but secretly inhale a breath of cold air. This knife was too sharp! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that the legendary sharp blade that could cut through iron like mud actually existed.

  With this razor-sharp dagger, Qin Yang could finally slowly climb up, bit by bit towards the top of the cliff.

  As he slowly approached the top of the cliff, Qin Yang finally let out a sigh of relief, but at this moment, a severe pain came from his left shoulder. Qin Yang's hand shook, and the short knife that was supposed to be inserted into the rock wall for half a blade went in more than an inch deep. Under Qin Yang's heavy body weight, the short knife slipped out of the rock. Without support, Qin Yang's body fell rapidly downwards, and the tip of the short knife scraped against the rock wall, producing a shrill metallic friction sound. A trail of bright sparks was emitted from the collision between the short knife and the stone wall.

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  Wang Baoliang took out the pocket watch Qin Yang gave him from his bosom, opened the cover, and the pointer coated with fluorescent powder pointed to 3:45.

  The time for the attack is about to begin. In order to coordinate with Qin Yang's rear raid, the Special Operations Battalion will launch a fierce attack at 3:45, attracting the Japanese army on the high ground of the Great Wall outside Xifengkou in the northeast, allowing Qin Yang and his team to successfully climb up.

  He glanced at the rugged and steep winding path in front of him, and Wang Baoliang touched the handle of the big knife behind his back. The familiar feeling made his tense mood calm down a bit.

  "Don't let me fall on the charging road!" Wang Baoliang muttered in his heart, "It's too embarrassing to die like this, not even cutting off a single hair of the devils!"

  The Special Operations Battalion was the elite of the 29th Army, all seasoned warriors who had long since put life and death out of their minds. This battle was dangerous, but not a single one of them retreated, instead they were eager to try.

  Qin Yang's special forces launched a surprise attack on the Japanese army camp, making them envious while also feeling somewhat resentful. This time they wanted to compete with the special forces to see who could take down the Northeast Highlands first.

  Wang Baoliang turned around, glanced at Wan Laisheng wiping a large, ancient-style knife not far away, and said in a low voice to the brothers of the Special Operations Brigade beside him: "All of you, get your spirits up, don't let others look down on our Special Operations Brigade!"

  The warriors nodded, their eyes revealing a desire for battle.

  Their conversation fell into the ears of that sharp-eared person, but Wan Laiyin was still indifferent, wiping his long sword, and didn't put it in his heart at all.

  He originally wanted to act with Qin Yang's special warfare team, but Qin Yang took into account that he had not learned climbing and it was more difficult to go up from the back of the mountain, so he let him follow the Special Operations Corps.

  Before leaving, Qin Yang looked at Wan Lai Sheng and punched him hard in the chest. "Wan Ge, take care of yourself! You must come back alive!"

  After finishing speaking, Qin Yang turned around and led the team away. Wan Lai suddenly shouted to stop him, took out a short knife with a green shark skin scabbard from his waist and handed it to Qin Yang.

  "Wan Luan said: 'This is my family heirloom, the knife's name is Duan Shui, it's still sharp, you might find use for it.'"

  Qin Yang took it over and inserted it into his waist, taking the special forces team to cross mountains and rivers. He never thought that this short knife would save his life several times and accompany him for a lifetime.

  "Whoosh!"

  A red signal flare soared into the sky, then drew an arc and slowly fell down.

  Wang Baoliang stood up, holding a big knife in one hand and a shotgun in the other, shouting loudly as he led the charge up the mountain: "Brothers, follow me!"

  The warriors of the special task force behind him shouted loudly, following the battalion commander like a small tiger and rushing up the mountain.

  The 29th Army's artillery fired, and for this assault mission, the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army dispatched nearly a third of its heavy firepower to support the special operations battalion's charge. The six mortars that Qin Yang and his men carried back were all deployed, letting the Japanese soldiers taste the flavor of their own manufactured shells.

  Under the cover of artillery fire, the special troops battalion rushed up along the mountain road, gradually approaching halfway.

  Suddenly a boulder on the right side was pushed open, and the muzzle of a heavy machine gun protruded from inside, followed by dull gunfire.

  The storming commando battalion soldiers were caught off guard, and four or five soldiers were swept away, falling on the mountain road. One soldier even fell from the mountain road to the bottom of the mountain.

  Wang Baoliang hastily hid behind a rock, and the special agent soldiers behind him also stopped.

  Looking at the Japanese army's secretly built concrete bunker on the hillside, Wang Baoliang's eyes were burning with anger. He didn't expect the Japanese devils to be so cunning and set up the bunker on a slope over two meters high. This way, even if the explosive team's soldiers rushed forward, they would still have to climb up the slope of over two meters high, exposing themselves to the direct fire of the Japanese machine guns in order to blow up the bunker.

  "Demolition team, up!" Wang Bao-liang knew that now was not the time to delay. They had to rush to the top of the mountain before 4 o'clock. Otherwise, Qin Yang and his men would be caught in a three-way crossfire from Japanese soldiers as soon as they reached the cliff top, which could result in complete annihilation.

  Two warriors carrying explosive packs rushed out and fell under the machine gun fire before they could run a few steps on the mountain road.

  "Next group, come up!" Wang Baoliang's face didn't change a bit.

  Three rounds of blasting went up, but none of them passed through the Japanese army's crossfire on the slope and the machine gun at the top of the mountain. The bodies of a dozen or so soldiers were scattered all over the mountain road.

  Wang Baoliang's eyes were red, he pulled down his cotton military cap, and was about to grab the first-aid kit when a row of soldiers led by Zhang Yongyong pressed him down: "Battalion Commander, you still need to command the battle, you can't go, I'll go!"

  After finishing speaking, Song Changyong and two soldiers jumped out of the rock with explosives, rolling and jumping on the mountain road towards the machine gun position.

  Machine guns on the hillside turned towards them, bullets poured down like rain, one soldier was hit in the right leg, slowed down a bit, and immediately shot into a sieve by the following bullets, fell to the ground.

  Song Changyong didn't have time to care about him, and took the opportunity to move closer to another soldier at the foot of the slope, where it was a blind spot for shooting and machine guns couldn't reach. The two exchanged a glance, Song Changyong squatted down, his hands clasped together with fingers interlocked, palms facing upwards, and nodded towards the other soldier. The soldier understood, tucked the explosive pack under his arm, took two quick strides forward, and stepped onto Song Changyong's tightly clasped hands.

  Song Changyong entrusted him to the imperial court, and the warriors were sent up the mountain slope.

  Almost simultaneously, a Japanese Type 97 hand grenade rolled down the slope, emitting white smoke, and landed beside Song Changyong's squad leader.

  BOOM!!!

  Song Changyong disappeared into the smoke.

  The warriors who jumped onto the hillside hastily rushed to the side of the bunker, pulled out the fuse on the explosive bag, and pressed it against the shooting hole. The Japanese soldiers in the bunker panicked and pushed the explosive bag down with force.

  Put it up and was pushed down, put it up again and was pushed down!

  At a glance, the fuse was about to burn out, and the warrior picked up the explosive package in one go, throwing himself and his body together at the shooting hole of the bunker.

  The Japanese soldiers went mad, using bayonets to desperately stab outward. The machine guns of the Japanese soldiers on the mountain peak in front also fired up.

  The warrior's body was bleeding profusely, with fresh blood spraying out in all directions like a mist, but he still tightly pressed the medicine package.

  The Japanese soldiers in the bunker let out terrified screams.

  A loud explosion, after the smoke and dust dissipated, a broken military cap emitting green smoke floated down from the air to an already empty mountain slope.

  "Brothers, charge!"

  Wang Baoliang shed his outer garment, his eyes blazing red as he grasped a large knife and led the charge out.

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