Chapter 2: Narrow Road Encounter

  His body plummeted rapidly downwards, and Qin Yang felt the sound of rushing wind in his ears, with powerful air currents blowing against him that almost forced his eyes open.

  After a moment of panic at the beginning, Qin Yang quickly calmed down, and his long-term strict training played a role. He tried to reverse his body's downward acceleration, making himself face the rock wall, and a climbing rope shot out from his left hand, crossing a distance of nearly ten meters, shooting towards the top of the rock wall on one side.

  The climbing rope is shot out by a hydraulic launcher on the wrist, with great force. At the front end of the climbing rope, there is an arrow-like hook, and the hook is covered with serrations to maximize friction.

  With a clang, the piton shot onto the hard rock wall, and it actually went deep into it, firmly fixing the climbing rope to the side of the cliff more than two meters above the precipice.

  Qin Yang's body, which was falling like a meteor, came to an abrupt halt. The massive force made Qin Yang feel as if half of his body had been torn apart. Even the climbing rope let out a faint humming sound.

  After swaying back and forth in the air several times, Qin Yang stabilized his body and began to climb up the cliff using the pulley at his waist, getting closer and closer to the cliff.

  At this moment, the inverted hook deeply embedded in the rock wall suddenly emitted a tooth-aching creaking sound.

  "Damn it!" Qin Yang's cold sweat burst out suddenly.

  The climbing rope was originally configured according to the weight of one person, and if it were just one person, as long as the quality was guaranteed, there would be no problem at all. However, after Qin Yang stopped earlier, the strong impact force caused the friction between the hook and the rock wall to become unbearable under such a large weight, and it slowly started to pull out from the rock wall, on the verge of coming loose.

  Qin Yang looked up and saw that there was still about one meter left before the cliff.

  "Is it just going to end like this here?"

  Qin Yang stubbornly shook his head. He would never give up until the very last moment. And now was not yet that moment.

  After calculating the distance between the rock wall, himself and the cliff, Qin Yang decided to take a gamble.

  He gritted his teeth and suddenly exerted himself, swinging towards the rock wall like a pendulum, silently calculating the distance.

  Whoa, in an instant, several meters of space flashed by, and the rock wall was already rushing up to meet him.

  Qin Yang took a deep breath, and with all his might, he kicked the rock wall with both feet. His body shot back up like a bullet, instantly surpassing the height of the cliff. The tremendous force caused the carabiner to fly out of the rock wall with a loud "click" and plummet down the cliff like a meteor.

  In mid-air, Qin Yang's body began to fall, and the vertical distance between his body and the cliff was only about ten centimeters left, but if he fell like this, the result would still be falling into the cliff below.

  "Roar!" Qin Yang let out a loud shout, his body continuously flipping in mid-air before finally landing on the cliff.

  As soon as his back touched the ground, he immediately continued to roll forward. The huge impact force behind him caused the weathered rocks that had just fallen to break continuously and then tumble down the cliff with a loud rumble.

  He finally stopped after rolling out more than ten meters, and Qin Yang swallowed back the blood that had surged to his throat. Just now when he landed, he used his own back as a buffer, and the huge impact generated in that instant made his internal organs suffer a great shock.

  Wiping away a thread of fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, Qin Yang stumbled to his feet and looked back at the precipice behind him.

  The current cliff is much shorter than before, and the new fracture surface is just 10 cm away from where he is now standing.

  Qin Yang felt a wave of fear in his heart, if he had been a little slower just now, he would have probably fallen off the cliff and become food for either wild dogs or vultures.

  Qin Yang turned his head and took another look at the mountain road where he almost lost his life earlier, then turned around and walked down the mountain.

  It's been three days.

  He trudged on, stumbling forward on the rugged mountain path. When he was hungry, he would eat a few mouthfuls of compressed dry rations from his backpack; when he was thirsty, he would drink a few mouthfuls of water from the stream. Although it was tough, for Qin Yang, it wasn't anything significant. As an elite special forces operative, this basic wilderness training was child's play compared to what he had been through, which was ten times more brutal.

  He believes that there is no difficulty he can't overcome in front of him.

  That is the confidence of every Chinese soldier! The confidence of being self-reliant and unwavering!

  Every night, Qin Yang would usually find a cave to rest in and light a fire at the entrance, which could both keep him warm and scare away wild beasts from the mountain.

  Qin Yang leaned against the wall of the cave, staring at a talisman in front of him in a daze.

  This is a very ordinary amulet, which is made by grinding and piercing with a 5.8mm rifle bullet.

  Under the bonfire, a faint piece of golden yellow was jumping on the shell.

  Qin Yang's eyes showed a rare gentleness!

  After a long time, Qin Yang put the bulletproof amulet into his pocket, pulled the sleeping bag up and closed his eyes.

  Inside the cave, it was very quiet. The wood in the fire pit crackled from time to time as it burned, and wisps of faint blue smoke rose up, swirling upwards into the air, rising all the way to the wall of the cave before drifting off in all directions.

  It was late at night, and outside was quiet, the bonfire was still burning vigorously, the firelight cast his shadow on the stone wall, stretching very long.

  The night is as dark as water, and the moon in the sky has quickly passed its zenith.

  A hooting of an owl came from afar.

  Suddenly, Qin Yang opened his eyes from a deep sleep.

  He emerged from his sleeping bag, neatly packed his things into his backpack, and then quietly slipped to the entrance of the cave, swiftly and agilely exiting the mountain cave.

  Qin Yangxuan's cave is located behind a huge boulder on the middle of the mountain, about tens of meters away from the mountain road below. The surrounding area is densely forested and very secluded. If you are not familiar with the terrain here, it would be difficult to find this place.

  Withdrawing the pistol with only six bullets left from his leg, Qin Yang dodged to the back of a rock and looked up at the mountain road.

  A dozen or so dark shadows crept over on the mountain road, observed their surroundings for a while, then dispersed and darted into the grass by the side of the road. Two dark shadows climbed up to the high points on both sides of the road and set something up on the rocks.

  A faint whispering voice came, Qin Yang's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, it was Japanese. He had been in Japan for more than three years and could speak fluent Japanese. Naturally, he could understand the low voice speaking Japanese.

  Because it was too far away, Qin Yang only heard the words "29th Army" and "Xifengkou" clearly, but he immediately understood that this team should be related to the Battle of Xifengkou.

  "Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, don't blame me for taking everything!" Qin Yang sneered coldly.

  After observing the terrain, he found that the Japanese devils on the commanding heights on his side were less than ten meters away from him. There were rocks and trees between them, and the terrain was complex. It was not difficult to approach each other with the help of the terrain.

  Qin Yang put away his pistol and pulled out the tiger-toothed military knife from his waist, darting into the shadows between the rocks, advancing towards the high ground like a ghost.

  As the highest level "War Soul" special warfare team member of the War Soul Brigade, all abilities are not generally excellent and can be described as such. It is worth noting that the War Soul level is on par with the "Assassin" level snipers in the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade, who are top-level special warriors.

  On the commanding height over here, Japanese Lieutenant Sasakawa still didn't know that a god of death had arrived behind him, and he was still intently gazing at the mountain road not far away.

  Yesterday, a report was received from the 29th Army that General Zhao Dengyu, commander of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army, would secretly observe the terrain with his brigade personnel, and they would pass through this road. Therefore, Lieutenant General Suzuki personally selected these dozen or so elite soldiers to ambush here, attempting to capture or kill General Zhao Dengyu and others alive.

  Sasaki is now full of excitement in his heart. If this task is successful, his own merits will be great. At the very least, he can let himself rise one level.

  A faint rustling sound came from afar, and at the end of the mountain road, a figure flickered, as if walking in this direction. Sasaki held his breath, lowered his head, and aimed the muzzle of his Type 99 light machine gun at the two pine trees 50 meters ahead, waiting for the target to enter his range.

  A faint breeze blew from behind, and Sasaki felt a strange sensation on the back of his head. Just as he was about to turn around, a large iron-like hand reached out from behind him and firmly covered his mouth. Then he felt a chill in the nape of his neck, and his head drooped down.

  The last thing left in his mind was a military knife dripping with fresh blood.

  Qin Yang flashed out from behind the mountain rocks, noiselessly leaping to Sasaki's back, his left hand passing through his neck to cover his mouth, while his right hand grasped a military knife horizontally and lightly swept across his neck, a streak of blood shooting onto the rock in front of Sasaki.

  Qin Yang gently placed Sasaki's body on the ground, then rushed to the rock, grabbed the submachine gun, pulled the bolt back, and couldn't help but curse: "This thing is also too inferior!"

  He used at least the domestically-made 95-style automatic rifle, and even some advanced weapons that ordinary troops couldn't see. Of course, he looked down on machine guns that were already considered advanced in the 1930s.

  Remove all the clips from the Japanese corpses and lay them on the rocks in front, Qin Yang aimed the muzzle of his machine gun at another machine gun on the commanding heights opposite.

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