Chapter 11: Reaching the Summit

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  His body plummeted rapidly downwards, and Qin Yang felt as if he was a heavy meteorite falling into the air, his body almost rubbing against the airflow to produce sparks. The strong airflow generated by high-speed movement made it difficult for him to breathe.

  Years of training had made it almost subconscious for him to stretch out his right hand, using all his strength to thrust the short knife into the stone wall. The knife easily went in, with the entire blade sinking into the stone wall.

  The short knife trembled, emitting a grinding sound like teeth gnashing, the exposed part almost bent into a semicircle. Nearly 100 kilograms of body weight plus more than 60 kilograms of equipment on his body all hung on that seemingly thin blade at once, dragging the short knife down the stone wall, and the rock wall where the short knife passed by was covered with flying debris, revealing a dazzling deep gash.

  "Captain!" The special forces members all exclaimed in surprise below.

  Tie Tou and three team members didn't think twice, they ran to the rock wall in a few steps and pulled open the emergency escape net that had been prepared long ago.

  He raised his head and looked at Qin Yang who was still falling, with a worried expression in his eyes: "Instructor, you must hold on!"

  At a height of nearly 100 meters and a weight of nearly 150 kilograms, plus the acceleration, even with protective measures in place, the chances of landing safely are almost zero.

  Feeling his falling speed slow down a lot, Qin Yang inserted the tiger-toothed military knife in his left hand fiercely into the stone wall below his right body, to further slow down his falling speed.

  A sharp military knife tip poked at the stone wall, scraping out a white mark on the hard stone surface, spewing out sparks one by one. Although it couldn't be inserted into the rock wall, it effectively slowed down Qin Yang's fall.

  Finally, after falling nearly ten meters, Qin Yang slowly came to a stop.

  His right hand had lost all feeling, and he was only able to hold onto the short knife by sheer willpower, or else his body would have fallen apart.

  Qin Yang withdrew the military knife from his left hand, and his shoulder seemed to be hot, as if something was slowly flowing down from his shoulder along his left arm, passing over his elbow, wrist, and finally over his fingers, which had turned blue due to excessive force.

  One drop, two drops, three drops...

  Tie Tou gazed at the scattered blood on the rock wall, almost crying out, he knew that the instructor had paid too much for this mission.

  Qin Yang smiled at him on the rock wall, raised his bloody left hand, made a victory gesture to him, and then turned back to climb to the top of the mountain ridge.

  Every step forward, endured the heart-wrenching pain, every step left a bloody handprint, one by one shallow red handprints on the rock wall extending to the top of the cliff, as if a ladder climbing to heaven.

  The special forces soldiers all crouched down, covering their faces with both hands.

  Tie Tou wiped away his own tears and cursed: "Damn it, I'm a useless piece of crap!"

  "Stop crying, all of you! We can't lose face in front of the special forces team, we can't lose face in front of our instructor!"

  Qin Yang felt as if he was about to faint, everything in front of him becoming increasingly blurred, as if he was floating in a hazy cloud. He felt extremely sleepy and wanted to close his eyes and sleep, not thinking or caring about anything.

  "Can't sleep, this is a sign of excessive blood loss!" Qin Yang reminded himself, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, involuntarily closing together.

  He bit his tongue hard and the pain made Qin Yang's spirit shake, he struggled to climb up.

  Under the rock, dozens of hearts accompanied the figure on the rock wall, undulating and falling together, bearing the intertwining of worries and hopes.

  Finally, with his left hand grasping the top of the cliff's overhanging pine tree, Qin Yang took a deep breath and pulled upwards with all his might. At the same time, he pulled out the short knife that was deeply embedded in the rock wall with his right hand, and with a mighty kick against the rock wall with his feet, he successfully flipped himself up onto the cliff.

  "Ah!"

  The crowd under the rock wall let out a collective sigh of relief, and finally put their hearts at ease.

  Five minutes on the rock wall of Qin Yang made people feel as long as five years or fifty years.

  Lying on the ground at the top of the cliff, Qin Yang was panting heavily, the intense exercise just now had almost exhausted all his physical strength, and it was his willpower that finally supported him to hold on, fortunately, he finally made it.

  After listening to the intense gunfire in front of him, Qin Yang raised his hand to glance at the luminous watch on his wrist. More than an hour had passed and they now only had ten minutes left.

  In ten minutes, all special forces must climb to the top of the cliff, occupy the high ground, capture the Japanese command post and destroy the Japanese firepower points.

  Time is extremely pressing!

  Without taking care of his physical strength that hadn't recovered yet, Qin Yang hastily bandaged the wound, tied the rope to a pine tree and threw the other end down.

  The rope was thrown down, and Iron Head grabbed it first and climbed up.

  With the rope, it was no longer a difficult task for them to climb to the top of the cliff. Soon, Tie Tou climbed to the top of the cliff.

  "Coach, how are you?" Tie Tou ran to Qin Yang's side and asked in a low voice.

  Qin Yang waved his hand and said, "Don't mind me, hurry up and let others come!"

  Tie Tou responded with a sound, found a place to tie up the rope he was carrying on his body, and threw it down.

  Each member of the special forces who successfully climbed to the top tied the rope they carried on their body and threw it down the cliff. After more than a dozen ropes were tied, the special forces quickly climbed up the mountain cliff.

  He took a glance at the numerous special warfare team members, and a faint smile appeared on Qin Yang's pale face. He waved his hand, and the special warfare team members immediately dispersed in all directions, charging towards the Japanese army camp according to plan.

  Mengzi Ridge covers an area of nearly one square kilometer. The barracks built by Wan Fulin's younger brother-in-law were already occupied by the Japanese army. The Japanese army stationed a whole battalion here, equipped with light and heavy weapons, and built many fortifications and firepower points, greatly increasing the threat to the 29th Army.

  Qin Yang and his team's mission was to take down the Japanese army's command center, then rush to the mountain pass leading down the mountain to meet up with the Special Operations Battalion climbing up.

  The special warfare personnel quickly infiltrated into the Japanese army camp from behind the camp according to the predetermined plan.

  The main strength and attention of the Japanese army were focused on the Special Duty Battalion, which was the only pass to climb up the mountain. The other places were steep cliffs that even monkeys could hardly climb, especially the back ridge, which was almost a natural barrier. So the Japanese relaxed their vigilance. Both sides are now engaged in fierce fighting at the front mountain pass, and have formed a stalemate. There are not many people left in the camp command post.

  They quickly took out the patrolling sentry and, after evading the patrol team, Iron Head's first combat unit crept silently up to the window of the command post.

  A very noisy sound is coming from the window.

  Tie Tou cautiously poked his head towards the window to take a peek, seeing that there were about ten or so people inside, mostly dressed in military uniforms, busily rushing back and forth. Several orderlies continuously ran in and out, handing over telegrams to them. One of them was a Japanese military officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel, standing by the table, holding the phone and talking non-stop, while using a pencil to draw something on a map.

  "A major, three captains, and five lieutenants, looks like the fish are quite fat!" Tie Tou smiled slyly, and he and the other four members of the combat team all took out hand grenades.

  These were all brought from the Japanese military warehouse in Guojia Camp last time, German-made handle grenades, with a much greater power than those made by the Chinese Hanyang Arsenal, but in limited quantities, and they usually didn't dare to use them.

  He stuck out three fingers, Iron Head nodded slightly, and the five of them simultaneously pulled the pins off their grenades. After waiting for three seconds, they threw them into the house in unison, then crouched down on the ground with their hands covering their ears.

  A loud crash, the glass and wooden frames of the windows in the command post shattered and shot out, nailing a dense layer to the big tree outside. Thick smoke billowed out from the window that had lost its glass. The roof was blown off halfway, revealing the pale blue sky.

  Iron Head and the special forces members flew into the window, their submachine guns firing several clear bursts, and the remaining Japanese officers in the house also lost their lives.

  "Check, don't leave any survivors, take away all the useful ones!" Tie Tou ordered, walking to the table that had been blasted down, pulling out his pistol and shooting the struggling lieutenant once in the forehead and once in the chest. Then he looked at the map on the table, which was covered with red and blue pencil marks, and stuffed some remaining documents into his pocket. He led the First Special Warfare Group, who had just finished sweeping the battlefield, to charge out.

  The camp was filled with the sound of gunfire, and the bodies of Japanese soldiers and the occasional appearance of special forces members could be seen everywhere. The intense gunfire continued to echo, but it was masked by the sound of gunfire from the front mountain, and the Japanese at the mountain pass did not notice.

  Qin Yang walked coldly in the camp, holding a Japanese light machine gun in his hand. The muzzle was slightly red and emitting white smoke. From the moment he entered the camp, the machine gun in his hand had not stopped firing until the barrel was hot and the bullets could only fly out for a few meters before falling to the ground.

  A Japanese soldier yelled and charged over with a bayonet, making a fierce thrust. Qin Yang dodged to the side, avoiding the bayonet, and swung his submachine gun upwards, heavily smashing it onto the soldier's head, shattering his skull.

  A gust of wind came from behind, Qin Yang turned around, his right hand was held horizontally in front of his chest, the Japanese soldier's boot kicked into his palm, and the iron nail on the sole drew several bloody marks on his palm.

  Qin Yang's eyebrows didn't even wrinkle, his right hand flipped over and grabbed the Japanese soldier's ankle, lifting his leg to kick him in the groin. The Japanese soldier let out a pained cry, bent over and covered his lower body with his hands, Qin Yang spun around, his right heel heavily chopping down on the Japanese soldier's neck bone, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the Japanese soldier fell to the ground motionless.

  "End the battle as soon as possible and go support the special operations camp!" Qin Yang shouted into the walkie-talkie. The battle at the camp had basically ended, but the battle at the mountain pass was still raging like wildfire. Rushing over now would definitely catch the Japanese soldiers off guard.

  At 3:59, the special forces completely cleared the Japanese soldiers in the camp and rushed to the mountain pass under Qin Yang's leadership.

  In the next chapter, Wang Baoliang, the captain of the special operations battalion, will make a brilliant appearance. If you like it, please vote more! This book has been signed and will not be TJ, so feel free to collect it!