Chapter 1: Night Raid on the Little Devils' Squad

  Liu Feng quickly caught up, rapidly approaching this group of Japanese devils from the hills on both sides.

  This group of devils appears to be a small team. Liu Feng counted a total of fifty-five people, with a lieutenant leading them. The lieutenant rode on an Oriental horse, walking at the front of the team. Beside him was a traitor translator wearing a black silk shirt, carrying a box-shaped cannon and running alongside. Behind him were two columns of devil soldiers in formation, followed by two donkey carts loaded with stolen grain and poultry, and on the second cart lay a devil soldier with his head wrapped in gauze.

  It seems that it was done by that brave young man Liu Feng met on the road earlier with a wooden stick.

  This group of Japanese devils had just slaughtered the village, indulged in their beastly desires, and were now walking on the road with a self-satisfied air. They didn't have any vigilance at all. It's possible that there was no resistance force here, which is why the Japanese devils looked so arrogant and domineering.

  Liu Feng was furious in his heart, but he had no way to take action. He was now empty-handed, while the other side was a team of 58 people fully armed. So he could only follow along.

  Liu Feng has been running the "Ming Xin Jing" and walking on the mountain side of the little ghost, but he is not tired at all. Like a monkey, it's light and agile. It seems that Liu Feng's body often walks on mountain roads and is very adapted to "Ming Xin Jing".

  After following for about twenty miles, the sky darkened and the Japanese devils began to set up camp. Tent after tent was erected, and the portable stove was also set up. Several bonfires were lit, and cooking began.

  The devils' camp was located in a relatively flat valley surrounded by mountains. The devils were extremely arrogant and didn't even send out patrols to search the surrounding mountains. This made it difficult for Liu Feng to make his move, as he could only take on isolated devils with his bare hands. If the devils had sent out patrols into the mountains, Liu Feng, a former special forces operative, would have been able to use various tools to take them out first and then teach the little devils a lesson in mountain warfare.

  Now Liu Feng can only starve his stomach and wait for opportunities to appear slowly.

  Those chicken and duck dishes were soon ready, the aroma wafted up the mountain, making Liu Feng's stomach growl with hunger. He could only use his special forces training in the 21st century to search for food on the mountain. However, it was winter now, and there was little to eat on the mountain, not even insects that were commonly seen in the south. Liu Feng managed to dig up only one edible plant root.

  He put the rhizome into his mouth and chewed it fiercely to replenish his physical strength. Tonight he had to do dirty work, to make sure that none of these beasts who had just slaughtered the village could escape. Now he must replenish his physical strength and conserve his energy.

  After eating the rhizome, he sat on the mountain and ran "Ming Xin Jing". In this era, the air was extremely pure, with no industrial pollution at all, so "Ming Xin Jing" ran very smoothly. In less than an hour, Liu Feng had recovered his physical strength.

  At this time, the devils at the foot of the mountain had all crawled into their tents to sleep, and only two sentries sat by the bonfire roasting fire and chatting.

  Liu Feng counted the tents, a total of four large tents and one small tent. The configuration of the invading Japanese army was that a squad was generally composed of 54 people, with three infantry squads and one grenade launcher squad equipped with three grenade launchers. Each squad had 13 people, including one squad leader, four machine gunners, and eight riflemen, equipped with one light machine gun. This squad had 55 people, and it is estimated that there was also a traitorous translator.

  The four large tents were obviously for the four privates, while the small tent was naturally for the junior officer.

  Liu Feng quietly approached the bonfire and hid in the shadows. The entire camp was filled with snoring sounds.

  The two sentries were still with their backs to Liu Feng, roasting by the fire and chatting. As a special agent and special forces operative in the 21st century, Liu Feng had studied Japanese, English, and German, and had even gone to Japan on a killing spree, so he clearly heard the two Japanese soldiers crudely discussing their brutal rape of Chinese women that day.

  Liu Feng's anger surged, and he lunged forward, immediately covering the mouth of a Japanese soldier. With a swift twist of his hands, there was a faint "crack" sound, and the Japanese soldier's neck twisted into an unbelievable shape. The entire process took only a fraction of a second. Meanwhile, another Japanese soldier standing beside him was still speaking when he suddenly realized something was amiss. Just as he tried to shout, Liu Feng struck him with a knife-hand blow to the back of his head, and he immediately fell unconscious to the ground.

  Liu Feng ruthlessly twisted and broke his neck again, then sat the two people back to back, propping them up with one person's rifle. From a distance, it looked like the two were sitting there keeping watch.

  Liu Feng obtained a Type 38 rifle and searched out all the bullets on them, about 150 rounds, as well as eight oval-shaped hand grenades.

  Then Liu Feng lay on the ground, pulled out the pins of eight hand grenades. Then he took out two of them, knocked them to the ground, and threw them into the first large tent. Next was the second tent, the third tent. Until this time, the two hand grenades in the first tent suddenly exploded violently. The tent was torn open instantly by a pair of invisible big hands, splitting into four or five pieces. At this time, Liu Feng threw the last two hand grenades into the last tent and buried his head in the ground.

  Then the second tent, the third tent and the fourth tent exploded. The explosion sounded so fierce in this deep night. Four big tents immediately transmitted mournful cries. Those Japanese devils were all sleeping in the tents, who would have thought that they would suddenly be thrown into two hand grenades.

  Each pineapple-shaped grenade has forty-eight pre-made fragments, and two have ninety-six fragments. In a tent that is less than the size of a room, this power is very great. Immediately dozens of devils were blown to death, more than half, and most of the remaining ones were also injured, wailing continuously.

  Liu Feng immediately retreated, taking advantage of the Japanese devils' brief confusion, and quickly withdrew into the darkness. Then he set up his 38 rifle and observed the Japanese devils' camp.

  He was about three hundred meters away from the camp, and the lieutenant had already crawled out of his tent, shouting "Eight ga, eight ga" while waving a samurai sword in his hand, yelling at the soldiers to get up and fight against the attackers.

  Liu Feng's 38 rifle had already aimed at the lieutenant's head, but he hesitated for a moment and gave up. He wanted to leave a small squad leader as a prisoner in order to get the intelligence he needed.

  Soon, about thirty soldiers crawled out of the tent, most of whom were injured. Under the lieutenant's shouting, they picked up their Type 38 rifles and even set up machine guns, but none of them saw where the enemy was, so they were at a loss as to what to do with their guns.

  Liu Feng's mouth curled up in a smile, and he pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand. The unique gunshot of the 38 rifle echoed through the valley. A devil who was setting up a grenade launcher had a blood hole suddenly appear on his forehead. The powerful penetration of the 38 rifle bullet caused it to fly three hundred meters, create a hole in the devil's forehead, and then exit from the back of the head, taking out a piece of skull and red and white brain matter, splashing another devil behind him in the face.