Chapter 47: The Ambush Battle of Hei Mangzi Gou

  Tang Qiu shot and killed the nearest Japanese sentry at the ambush site with one bullet. The remaining four Japanese sentries reacted quickly, raising their guns to counterattack, but they didn't have a chance. Fu Jia's two godly marksmen were waiting for them, each shooting twice and knocking them down. There was almost no gap between these two shots. If this duo's marksmanship wasn't awesome!

  Especially the Fu brothers were deeply influenced and nurtured by Tang Qiuli, they knew that the range of the 38 rifle was far, but the killing power of the bullets was not enough. A godly shooter must be able to kill with one shot, so they specially modified each bullet, using a small knife to carve a "ten" character on the head of the bullet. As a result, the effect came out, and those four devils were all shot in the center of their eyebrows, not just simply piercing a hole, but the entire skull was blown open, with brain matter mixed with blood splashing high into the air. The two brothers saw the shooting effect and were both stunned, this is too cruel! The commander is formidable!

  Mortar shells dragged a dark red tail, heavily smashing on the tents where the mountain forest police lived. Immediately after, five hand grenades fell down like small black birds. For a time, flames rose everywhere, and the mad howling of light and heavy machine guns and the sound of explosions broke the tranquility of the mountains.

  In the tent, arms and legs were flying everywhere, pieces of broken clothes, half a gun stock, all soaring high. The enemy's camp was like a boiling pot, in chaos, without even having time to put on their clothes. Little devils holding guns rushed out of the tent, dazed and confused, searching for the attackers' position. My god, where did the gunfire come from? It turned out that Tang Qiuli and his men had been caught off guard. What's going on here? Being too proactive isn't good either. Under the bonfire's reflection, they were just live targets. How could the team members let go of this opportunity? Usually, they practiced with fake targets, but now there were real ones, it was a chance to satisfy their cravings and practice their skills. Not taking advantage of this would be stupid.

  So, the little devils who first ran out of their tents were already miserable, one by one they fell to the ground crying out in agony, especially those hit by the two brothers from the Fu family, they were even more miserable, with half their heads blown off. This wasn't the end of it, there were also light and heavy machine guns, although they focused on taking care of the mountain police's tents, but couldn't guarantee that some team members' marksmanship wasn't quite accurate, raising the barrel by a few degrees, the nearby devils' tents also got caught in the crossfire, seeing three or four of them being blown down, the bright red blood flowed out of the tents, dyeing the surrounding snow-covered ground red.

  The mountain tiger's heavy machine gun stared at the ghost's tent and blew it away, this time it was good, a tent of ghosts suddenly exposed to firepower, the mountain tiger was fierce, other team members' light machine guns had not finished a clip, he had already reloaded for the second time, without any pause in between. How did this guy train? The mountain tiger saw an opportunity and pressed the gun down, like a large iron rod, slamming it into the snowy ground, but there were still people on the snowy ground, at that moment, human flesh and snow flew everywhere, just with this one shot, the mountain tiger drew a ditch in the good snowy ground, the ditch had the upper and lower body of the ghost soldiers on both sides. Heavy machine gun bullets can cut people in half when hitting the body! Especially close-range concentrated fire, what's good about the ghosts? The mountain tiger felt comfortable in his heart, how was it? Our chosen partner is not bad, powerful enough!

  At this time, the devils also reflected on it, no longer wandering around, running wildly in all directions, but instead crouched in place, regardless of how cold the snow was underneath. Preserving one's life is crucial, you see? Where are those enthusiastic brothers resting now?!

  The second wave of mortar shells and hand grenades came down, still focusing on the mountain forest police tent. It seems that Tang Qiuli has made up his mind to annihilate these guys. This time, nothing was seen flying up, what else could there be? The previous position of the tent was left with only a black pit.

  According to the plan, the enemy also returned fire with gunfire, bullets whizzing overhead and beside me, although in the chaos there was no accuracy, but it hit the snow around me, and a machine gun was firing, the devils had already woken up from their initial panic and began to counterattack in an organized manner.

  "Withdrawal", at Tang Qiu's order, the troops retreated down the mountain slope, using force under their feet. In the blink of an eye, they had pulled out far away, leaving behind increasingly dense gunfire and artillery explosions, as well as the enemy's wolf-like howls. This ambush lasted only five or six minutes from start to finish, inflicting maximum casualties on the enemy while not a single team member was injured, a perfect success!

  After marching for three or four miles, Tang Qiu Li made a gesture to stop the troops. The team members looked at him in confusion, not knowing what their commander was going to do. After a while, the sound of gunfire from behind gradually faded away and finally disappeared, leaving only the faint cries of the devils.

  After a brief silence, another burst of explosions echoed from behind. Tang Qiuli revealed a triumphant smile, "Let's go, to the gold mine," With the joy of victory, the team headed in the direction of the gold mine under the dark night sky.

  What's on the team members' minds as they move forward? What about the subsequent explosion, and why is the commander smiling like that? It seems to reveal a hint of cunning and sinister meaning! Just like the yellow skin successfully stealing the chick into its mouth.

  Shan Hu couldn't hold it in anymore, his heart was itching with discomfort. He slipped to Tang Qiuli's side: "Commander, what just happened?" "Want to know?" "I want to! I want to!" Shan Hu's big head nodded non-stop, a flattering smile on his face, afraid that Tang Qiuli wouldn't tell him. No choice, who made him the bane of Shan Hu's existence? From childhood till now, he had never been able to outsmart him.

  It turned out that when Tang Qiuli chose the ambush site during the day, he noticed that there was only one way to get to this position from the police team's courtyard. He set up a trap on that path, which was his specialty, and buried more than ten of them, concentrated at the foot of the mountain. It was estimated that this would take the lives of more than 20 devils! Anyway, there were not many in Shan Hu's big backpack.

  Shan Hu listened, and he was absolutely, deeply impressed. "High, it's just high! Xiao Qiu, you're my idol!" He got excited again and called out Xiao's nickname. But that's not all, Shan Hu burst into loud laughter, he didn't even think about it, with your big mouth, in this deep mountain forest, in the middle of the night, laughing openly, wouldn't it scare people? The team members looked at each other, Huang Team Leader was infected by the commander, these two, if they keep laughing like this, will we still have a way out? My god!

  Daybreak, Hei Mangzi Gou mountain forest police team's former residence, now the Japanese Kwantung Army Yamada detachment's campsite.

  The yard was already in a mess, and after last night's commotion, what's left?

  Blood is everywhere on the ground, snow-white and blood-red, red and white contrasting, it's dazzling. The wounded soldiers are wailing on the ground, the corpses are silent, shell craters are all over, broken tents, torn clothes, human organs, pieces of flesh can be seen everywhere.

  The sunshine is still so radiant, the sky is still so icy blue, the snow is still pure white, and the wind no longer howls wildly. But all of this does not belong to Shanta and Jiang Zemin.

  Last night, those two rounds of fierce and ruthless blows, the remaining sixty or so people on Jiang's side, only seventeen or eighteen could still breathe, among them five or six were missing arms or legs. Jiang's heart ached, not for the lives of his brothers, but because he had lost all the capital he had started with. Originally, with these sixty or so men, they wouldn't have to worry about starting again from scratch, and when the time came, they could present a grand gift to Lord Songmu. This piece of land was still Jiang's territory.

  What's going on now? Out of the original 167 people, only a dozen or so defeated soldiers are left in front of me. He is so sad that he can't cry. It's easy to make money, but it's hard to find good people, especially those who share my ambition with me. What's wrong with this group of people? I, Jiang, have no grudge against you, and yet you've destroyed the foundation of my career! You say you're just here to reap what you sowed, but in the end, you not only took away all the gains, but also smashed my pot, intentionally making it impossible for me to survive!

  Go ahead, anyway it's all like this now. If you don't get rid of those black-hearted, unscrupulous, and unreasonable guys who don't follow the rules, I'll occupy Jianghu and never be a human again! He himself doesn't even think about it, with his kind of character, can he still be considered a person? The code of Jianghu, the rules of the way? When did you, Occupying Jiang, ever follow them? Now that you mention it, I spit on it!

  Up to now, Zhan Manjiang still thought that this was a group of ruthless and unscrupulous outsiders who had crossed the line to make a profit, and he never considered them to be part of the anti-Japanese armed forces. In this area, nothing like this had ever happened before! Zhan Manjiang's heart was secretly seething with anger!

  That side of the mountain was even more miserable, last night's brutal beating, plus the fifty or so devils at the foot of the mountain who were blown up by the hand grenade, thanks to the summons of the great god Monten Lusha and the imperial grace of the Emperor, they returned home early, and there were more than twenty wounded, but not even a glimpse of the attacker's shadow, you say it's not chaotic!

  Detestable mustache, detestable bandit, detestable Manchu! He cursed three times with "detestable", yet he didn't know that he and these devils under his command were the most detestable people on this land.

  "Where did this red-haired guy come from? He dares to take action against a reinforced company of the Imperial Army? And with such intense firepower?"

  Yamada's head was aching and his heart was burning. On the night of the "9.18" incident, he led a large regiment in pursuit of a Northeastern Army brigade, without losing a single Imperial soldier, and defeated the enemy thoroughly. But last night, in this small broken place, dozens of Imperial soldiers lost their lives, what a great shame!

  Yamada was like a donkey on a treadmill, trudging back and forth in the snow-covered ground stained with blood. His large boots made crunching sounds as he walked, occasionally reaching out to grab at the air as if the enemy were hiding there. He would then draw his sword, his eyes blazing red as he glared at everyone around him like a starving wolf ready to pounce. Yamada was on the verge of madness, determined to find and eliminate those damned Manchurians! The dignity of the Imperial Japanese Army would not be insulted!

  The devils and mountain police around here don't dare to make a sound, afraid of accidentally offending Shantian. See? Mr. Shantian is going to eat people, I'm not looking for trouble myself! Stay far away!

  Yamada paced back and forth, suddenly stopping his feet, staring with bloodshot eyes, fixedly glaring at Kanmuri. If it weren't for the fact that you're a favorite of Commander Shōsuke's, plus I need you to guide me, I, Yamada, would have already beheaded you, this little Manchurian runt. It's all because of you that our Imperial Army lost so many brave soldiers. Doesn't he ever think about how he himself is any better than Kanmuri?

  Occupying the river, Jiang was stared at by Mountain Field, his heart felt hairy, his legs trembled, and his younger brother strongly held back a wave of urination. This Mountain Field looked at me with an unkind gaze, don't cut me down with one knife! He hastily cast pleading eyes towards that interpreter.

  The interpreter next to him didn't think it was a big deal, hurried over to mediate, bowed repeatedly, and said a string of bird language, only then did Yamada put the knife back in its scabbard, his face not looking so ugly anymore.

  Zhan Manjiang put down the burden and let out a sigh of relief, it seems that money can make ghosts grind mills. Usually, he didn't spare any effort in bribing this translator, enough to call him brother! Knowing that his brother was about to pee his pants, he lent a helping hand at the critical moment, what a true friend and good brother! It's really meaningful! Zhan Manjiang is filled with gratitude in his heart!

  He knew that the translator's mind was not to cut off this financial road, relying on the upper supply of Jiang, and also got two concubines. For the sake of money, this scene cannot be broken, otherwise, you can occupy the life and death of Jiang, which has nothing to do with me!

  A few guys who had been battered by Tang Qiuliu gathered together, discussing countermeasures, and finally decided to send a small team of devils to escort the injured soldiers back to the city, while the rest would hurry up and eat, then immediately head to the gold mine.

  The remaining devils and mountain police wolfed down the meal of mixed flavors, which might also be the last meal in life for some guys.

  Look at the sky, it's almost noon. Yamada waved his hand and said, "Let's go, we're going to work on the gold mine!" The devils and police climbed onto their horses and headed in the direction of the gold mine.

  It was a journey of more than an hour, neither near nor far, but Shan Tian led the devils and walked for more than three hours before arriving at the gold mine.

  Mainly on this road, the devils are extremely nervous, they were scared last night, a pheasant flew out of the forest, and they fired their guns as if it was a major enemy, a deer ran past on the road, and they immediately went on high alert, firing their guns without rhyme or reason. After several rounds of this commotion, not only were the devils exhausted, but they also became jittery, which delayed our march.

  Originally, with the experience of occupying the river, it can be seen that there is no situation, the devils are just overly sensitive, he also wants to tell Yamada, but thinks again, and still doesn't want to provoke trouble, he's afraid, what if these people are really ambushing on the road, the Japanese will suffer a loss, then my head will really be gone, whoever says anything won't work. In fact, not only did Kaneko see it, but also his remaining brothers understood that there was nothing going on. After so many years in the forest, it's not for nothing, this little bit of skill can still be seen. The big boss, the battalion commander doesn't say a word, what are we doing to provoke him?

  Arriving at the gold mine, looking at row after row of empty workshops, in the cold wind, withered grass flying wildly, silently and wordlessly, Shantian felt uneasy in his heart, hastily ordering the troops not to enter the workshops, but to assemble by the river.

  Yamada, with his extensive experience, didn't care about the details, and immediately set up guns and cannons, firing at all directions where suspicious people might be hiding. This was called being prepared for any situation. Suddenly, snowflakes flew everywhere on the mountain slope, thick smoke rose, and several pine trees were cut in half by the howitzer shells. The Type 92 heavy machine gun and the "crooked handle" light machine gun fired at the pine branches, causing them to fall down with a loud cracking sound. For a while, the guns and cannons roared together, creating a joyful noise! With the workshop as the center, within a radius of one thousand meters, the devils had raked through every inch with shells and bullets. Still, Yamada was not at ease, and sent out several search teams to carefully search the surroundings for any red-haired bandits who might have been hit by the Imperial Army.

  On a hillside about five or six miles away from the worker's shed, they could see the whole situation at the bottom of the ditch. Tang Qiuli and his comrades were watching with great interest as the little devils recklessly struggled. The team members were now convinced of their commander's leadership. How did you know that the little devils would definitely not enter the shed to rest first, but instead fired guns and cannons around?

  Luckily, Commander Tang had a different plan. If they followed the opinions of all team members, they would have ambushed near the slope of the workshop and attacked the devils as soon as they arrived. But Tang Qiu didn't say anything, he just ordered the team members to set up landmines in each workshop, then led everyone to retreat to this slope to rest.

  The team members thought about it and were still frightened. If they had followed their own opinions, by this time, not a single one would have survived, and they would have been blown up by the enemy's shells.

  The search party returned to report that nothing unusual was found. Yamada let out a sigh of relief. This whole ordeal had taken up the entire day, and now the sky was getting dark again. The winters in Kanto were already short on daylight, and today had been wasted without accomplishing anything! Forget it, they'd deal with it tomorrow. Tonight, they would set up camp here and post more sentries on the surrounding hills to see if those damned Redheads dared to launch a sneak attack.

  Yamada never expected that this time, Tang Qiu would arrange a different kind of gift for him.

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