Chapter 3: Bloody Battle on Ancient Road

  He took out the infrared night vision goggles from his backpack and put them on, the originally blurry night sky turned into a bright green, and the scenery in front of him immediately became clear. Whether it was the Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet and holding a machine gun on the opposite commanding height, or the Japanese soldier squatting in the grass with a German-made MP18 9mm submachine gun waiting, they were all clearly visible. Even the Nationalist officer walking slowly in the distance, dressed in gray-blue military uniform, could be seen.

  With a cold smile, Qin Yang inserted 6 clips into the funnel of the machine gun in parallel, pulled down the bolt, and a pleasant impact sound came from the well-maintained barrel.

  The firearms are all in good condition.

  Qin Yang turned the muzzle towards the commanding heights on the opposite side, bent down close to the machine gun, and the aiming reticle of the machine gun's sight appeared with a Japanese soldier's head wearing a steel helmet like half a watermelon.

  "Let's get started with your surgery, little devil!" Qin Yang's fingers moved slightly.

  A sudden gunshot rang out, and Qin Yang's crisp shot hit the enemy's head, which burst open like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, splashing fresh red blood and white brain matter everywhere.

  Upon hearing the gunfire, the Japanese soldiers in the bushes immediately stood up, and their submachine guns spewed out flames, with the sound of gunfire rising and falling, forming a deafening din.

  The 29th Army soldiers at the end of the mountain road were caught off guard and fell down in an instant.

  "Protect the journey" Wang Chang Hai reflected quickly, stretched out his hand and pressed Zhao Deng Yu down on a rock, then pulled out a shotgun and squatted beside Zhao Deng Yu.

  The soldiers of the guard squad also reacted quickly, and as soon as the gunfire sounded, the rifles in their hands also fired, but unfortunately, their weapons were no match for those of the devils, and they were suppressed behind rocks and large trees, unable to rush to Zhao Dengyu's side.

  "What the...?!" Wang Changhai fired his rifle in several short bursts, knocking down a ghost (Japanese soldier), and cursed loudly.

  This would be more of a case of being caught off guard. If the other side had set up two machine guns at high points on both sides of the mountain wall in advance, it's estimated that half of our side would have been knocked down as soon as the shooting started. After all, there are almost no blind spots when firing from several dozen meters high on a mountain wall.

  He couldn't have imagined that if Qin Yang hadn't taken out the two machine guns on the mountain wall in advance, they would probably have been swept away by a storm of bullets long ago. It's uncertain how many people would be left.

  Qin Yang stood behind the rock, watching the exchange of fire between the two sides below. He didn't rush down immediately, but instead aimed his gun at the mountain road leading to the enemy's machine gun position. He knew that the 29th Army had already taken precautions. The upcoming close combat shouldn't be too difficult. After all, the 29th Army's guard platoon had brought seven or eight dozen people this time, while the Japanese only had a dozen or so people. Even if they were evenly matched, they could still wipe out the Japanese soldiers. So now he needed to focus on controlling the two machine gun positions. If the Japanese soldiers managed to climb up and take control, the 29th Army's soldiers would fall into a predicament!

  The battle had reached a white heat. The sound of gunfire from both sides was incessant. In the black night sky, white trails came and went, crisscrossing each other. Those were the bullets rubbing against the air.

  Shouting. Screaming. The guards' soldiers charged at the enemy with a bayonet charge. Most of their weapons were made in Hanyang. Only a small number of officers could be equipped with German-made 20-round shell guns. It was too disadvantageous to confront the Japanese army's German-made MP18 9mm submachine gun, so if they wanted to end the battle, they had to charge forward and engage in close combat.

  "Upper thrusting knife"

  A squad leader, with red eyes, let out a loud shout, pulled out the bayonet from his waist, and inserted it into the rifle's socket with a "click". He held the rifle in both hands, took the lead, and charged towards the Japanese soldiers not far away. Several soldiers behind him roared, holding their rifles with bayonets attached, and rushed forward. More soldiers pulled out shiny big knives from behind them.

  Under the night sky, the big knife was shining with the muzzle flash of bullets, and the red silk on the handle was fluttering in the mountain wind.

  Qin Yang tore open the collar of his shirt, he felt that his blood was boiling. This is a real Chinese man, with iron bones clanging together.

  Down the hillside, the warriors charged forward bravely. The front warrior fell down after being shot, and the back warrior replaced him without hesitation, not a single one retreated.

  A warrior's body charged forward, suddenly shook violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He looked down at the row of bullet holes on his chest and let out a loud roar: "Little Japan, I'll f**k your ancestors!" With all his might, he threw the big knife in his hand towards the Japanese soldier not far away. The knife cut through the air in an arc, flashing into the chest of the already stunned Japanese soldier like lightning. The warrior grinned, and almost simultaneously fell backwards with the Japanese soldier.

  The warriors finally rushed to the enemy's face, and a fierce hand-to-hand combat unfolded.

  Wang Changhai, with his upper body exposed, held his large knife, which was bigger than that of ordinary soldiers, and charged into the crowd of devils, his knife swinging left and right. Two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground with blood spurting from their necks.

  Four Japanese soldiers surrounded him, four shiny bayonets surrounding Wang Changhai. Wang Changhai held the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife pointing down, the blade inward, and his eyes slightly narrowed.

  "Don't come over here! Watch me take down these four bastards!" Wang Changhai shouted.

  The warriors all knew the captain's temper and immediately retreated from the surrounding Japanese soldiers, who were surrounded by four sides.

  One Japanese soldier took a step forward, the bayonet in his hand stabbed out fiercely, directly at Wang Changhai's heart. At the same time, the other three Japanese soldiers stabbed towards Wang Changhai's two sides and back.

  Wang Changhai sneered, the large knife in his hand flashed up, the blade pointing down, and the hilt slanted upwards to knock open the incoming stabbing dagger. His right foot stepped forward, the hilt pulled back, and then one knife chopped onto the ghost's left neck. Next, the large knife in his hand swept horizontally, and the three daggers behind him were knocked back by the large knife. He immediately followed up with his body, the large knife opening to the left and right, and the remaining three ghosts immediately fell two.

  A thunderous shout erupted around "good".

  "It's your turn now!" Wang Changhai swung his big knife in the air, creating a flash of light, and strode towards the last devil with an aura of murder.

  The devil slowly backed away, suddenly bumped into something behind him, turned his head and found that he had already retreated to the front of the rock wall, with no way out. He looked around and saw that all the Japanese soldiers who came to execute the task were knocked down by the guards, lying horizontally and vertically on the ground, with blood staining the mountain road red, now only he was left alone. The surrounding 29th Army soldiers, either holding big knives or rifles, surrounded him with a fierce killing intent.

  He glanced up at Wang Changhai, who was holding a large knife and had his upper body exposed. The Japanese soldier let out a strange cry, dropped the bayonet in his hand, and threw it at Wang Changhai with force. Wang Changhai dodged the bayonet and rifle with a calm and unhurried movement.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Japanese soldier pulled down a hand grenade from his waist and reached out to pull the fuse.

  "Ah"

  The warriors nearby shouted in surprise, but it was already too late to stop him.

  Bang!

  A gunshot rang out from the mountain slope, and the Japanese soldier's hand on the detonator froze, his eyes wide open in unwillingness as he fell backwards, a bullet hole in his forehead.

  People looked up.

  On the rock wall, a young man stood with his legs apart on the rocks, holding a Japanese Type 94 pistol in his hand, with white smoke still coming out of the barrel.

  "Who are you?" The guards raised their guns, aiming at this mysterious person who suddenly appeared.

  "Put down your guns!"

  At this moment, Zhao Dengyu pushed away the guards and walked out, smiling at Qin Yang: "Was it you who fired the shot just now?"

  Qin Yang inserted Wang Ba's box into his waist and said calmly: "Yes, it was me!"

  Zhao Dengyu continued: "The one who just took out the machine gun was you too, right?"

  "Yes, it's me!"

  Qin Yang jumped down from the rock and walked towards Zhao Dengyu. The guards were about to stop him, but Zhao Dengyu waved his hand, and the guards had to disperse.

  He walked up to Zhao Dengyu and sized him up, this legendary "Tiger General". He saw that he was tall and large, himself already over 185cm, but Zhao Dengyu was half a head taller, estimated to be around 190cm. His shoulders were broad and his back thick, with a purplish-red complexion that was clearly the result of long-term sun exposure. A dense black mustache adorned his upper lip, exuding a sense of refinement amidst his ruggedness. On his head was an old but very clean Nationalist Army cap, on his body was a simple military uniform, and around his waist was a 4-finger-wide leather belt with a German-made 20-round pistol holstered at an angle.

  "Indeed a man of iron bones!" Qin Yang praised in his heart.

  If he said he was a time traveler from the future, it would be strange if people didn't think he's crazy, so he made up a story that he went into the mountains on business and got lost on his way back, wandering around until he ended up here.

  Listening to Qin Yang's narrative, Zhao Dengyu didn't say anything, he just quietly listened.

  "Are you General Zhao Dengyu, commander of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army?" Qin Yang's eyes stared straight at Zhao Dengyu.

  Wang Changhai's face changed, and he pulled out a pistol from his waist and pressed it against Qin Yang's occipital bone. The guard soldiers didn't understand what was going on, but seeing Wang pulling out the gun, they also picked up their guns and aimed at Qin Yang.

  The atmosphere fell into a tense silence!

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  It happened unexpectedly, what did Qin Yang do wrong after all? What was it because of? The next part reveals the answer. Want to know the next part? Then come and vote with your tickets! Hehe!