Chapter 49: Freezing to Death on Dead Man's Mountain, Burying the Great Mountain and River Corps (Part 2)

  On the third afternoon of entering the Dead Mountain, Tang Qiu and his men were ambushed by a joint Japanese-puppet small unit.

  The story begins with Jiang Zhenya.

  A dozen entered the frozen mountain, occupying Jiang's multi-year gathering of old beards in the mountains and forests. He felt that something was wrong with the armed forces on the opposite side, who could shake off the pursuit of the main force and hide deep in the mountains and forests, where even gods couldn't find them. However, they always seemed to be playing a game of cat and mouse, teasing Mountain Tada. Every time Mountain Tada's troops reached a fork in the road or lost their target, the enemy would launch an attack on the Imperial Army at that moment. They were always discovered at the right moment, as if afraid of being pursued and lost. Wasn't this intentionally leading the Imperial Army and me somewhere?

  Years of banditry had bred in him a cunning and treacherous nature, often lurking in the deep mountains and old forests. He was well aware of the dangers and unpredictability of the original forest of Daxing'anling, especially in winter, where hidden pitfalls could be fatal, and even in summer, the marshes were like bottomless pits that swallowed people whole. Although he had never been to this place before, his intuition told him that it was much more complex than the mountainous terrain he used to inhabit.

  Look at this godforsaken place, mountain after mountain, fork in the road after fork in the road, dense forest that you can't see people on the other side, everywhere is thorny shrubs and prickly ash trees, snow deep to the knees, sometimes walking and walking, a team of people suddenly disappear, don't know which path they turned to, unless gunfire and cannon fire can get in touch, sometimes, the whole troop walked for several hours, and returned to the starting point from earlier, it was only because his subordinates saw the route markers left behind that they realized they had been walking in circles!

  This won't do, if it goes on like this, I'll lose my temper and have to follow that stupid Mountain Taro to this godforsaken place. Omura gets angry and scolds even his father and son, and even curses his wife, but only dares to mutter to himself.

  Considering the situation, Jiang Kan generously and wholeheartedly put forward his own views. In fact, he was thinking of saving his own life. Now he and Shantian are tied to the same rope as ants. If Shantian is finished, he and those dozen or so brothers will also lose their lives. So, he doesn't care whether Shantian is satisfied or not, preserving his life is what matters most.

  Yamada was almost driven mad by the recent events. This group of red beards, fight? Can't see anyone, chase? Deep in the mountains and forests, it's like a bottomless pit, retreat? But the cold and hot gunshots are tempting, and it's not easy to give up! If they lose the chase, they'll die with this obsession.

  Occupying the river, just as he said, coincided with Yamada's intention, and hurriedly spoke to Occupying River in a close manner: "Zhan Sang, your great intelligence is a friend of the imperial army!" Yamada didn't know what Occupying River's surname was, nor did he understand the Chinese naming system!

  The result of the discussion was that the troops could no longer be led by the nose, following their buttocks and turning around, with a large number of people being inflexible. Instead, they would use small teams to counter small teams, elite against elite, with 15 men under full command as the main force. Each man would lead three imperial soldiers who were either captains or lieutenants, equipped with excellent weapons, divided into three teams, and maintaining a distance of 50 meters between each team, chasing after each other like dogs chasing rabbits!

  For this, a half-day training of individual coordination and team cohesion was specially conducted.

  Here is the translation:

  "Alright, those individually selected devils, were very displeased, why? Let the elite of the great Japanese Imperial Army take orders from Manchurians, what a loss of face! Their self-esteem was greatly hurt!"

  Yamada was furious at the sight, gathered the devils together, scolding "Baka" in his mouth, and gave each of them a "mountain slap", thinking to himself, "Ancestors ah, big brother ah, why don't you understand? It's all about life and death now, we can't afford to have anything to do with the Imperial Army! If we get out of this mountain, it's fine if we kill them all, but for now, without their guidance, how can we survive? Do you want to see the Emperor or not? Are you still competing here? Otherwise, why am I the big team leader and you are just big-headed soldiers? Intelligence, do you understand?

  Slapping is also tiring. After this round, Yamada's arm couldn't be lifted anymore, his palm was numb and his eyes were swollen.

  No need to say, the devils seem to have opened their eyes, I guess this slap in the face is quite useful, next is very cooperative, the mountain forest police do whatever they are told, and Jiang Le is filled with joy, suddenly feels that his image is infinitely high, see what is strength, this is strength, looking around the world, how many people can be instructors for the imperial army? I am the first person!

  Tang Qiuli was even more surprised, what's wrong with the little devils? Stopped in place for half a day, no matter how they fired their guns, they just wouldn't budge. They only used mortars to greet them from afar. If it were usual times, as soon as they heard the sound of gunfire, the devils would have swarmed over like dogs fighting for food.

  Soon, Tang Qiuli felt something was wrong.

  First, the troops couldn't rest easily. Often, they would control the distance with the devils' squad within a safe range, and just as they were about to rest, gunshots would soon be heard from behind, and the troops had to leave immediately. This wasn't them intentionally luring the devils, but rather the devils coming on their own.

  Secondly, the devils who rushed up had a very accurate target. Tang Qiuli deliberately made a good disguise and even laid out a maze to win time for the team to rest. However, it didn't work. The devils would soon catch up along the route they took, and the traps set along the way lost their effect after the first or second time they were triggered.

  The devils have changed their tactics.

  The devils have indeed changed their tactics. Their vanguard squad, led by the fake police, has tightly bitten onto Tang Qiu, with one squad biting down and the other two squads immediately following, circling to both sides to form a surrounding formation. These guys are from the bandit faction, familiar with marching and traveling in the deep mountains and old forests, clearing the way, cutting down road signs along the way, and the large troops behind follow along the road signs, providing firepower support to the small squads in front.

  These beards can quickly find the exact direction, lying on the ground to look at the marks, looking at the snow knocked off by the roadside, the depth of footprints and so on. There were two times when Tang Qiu set up an ambush, wanting to eat away one of them, but was discovered. Originally mixed in with the enemy's main force, their skills didn't show up, this time they took charge themselves, each one excited like a ** dog, serving as the leader for the Imperial Army, what kind of luck is that? That guy worked hard, bringing out all his skills, occupying the mountain, being the leader of the beards, drilling into the forest, climbing to the top of the hill.

  This put Tang Qiu and his team at a great disadvantage, with several members getting injured, although they were only minor injuries that didn't hinder their actions. However, if this continued for long, it wouldn't be good. Even he himself had been cut by shrapnel on the back of his hand, leaving a pretty deep gash. More importantly, the team's physical strength was clearly declining, and if things went badly, they might not even catch any fish, but instead lose their bait.

  The next afternoon, the troops who were being pursued by a small group of devils arrived at a relatively flat area. The snow in this place was thicker than anywhere else. Tang Qiuli called on a team member who was good at climbing trees to climb up and observe the enemy situation immediately.

  Soon, that comrade told him that the nearest devils' squad was about twenty minutes away by road and no devils were seen following up.

  Tang Qiuli decided to launch a devastating attack on one of the vanguard teams of the Japanese devils right here, in order to break free from the current passive situation. He had his own considerations for choosing this place - for several days, he had been lurking around the dense forest and steep slope, where the fake police and Japanese devils were extremely vigilant due to the terrain conditions. The distance between the three teams was not large, but now in this terrain, the Japanese devils would definitely let their guard down. This place couldn't hide people, and there were no places to conceal themselves around either. Moreover, this Japanese team was chasing at the front, possibly eager to make a name for themselves. For several days, they had been pursuing Tang Qiuli, always gaining the upper hand, and it was inevitable that they would become arrogant and overconfident. In contrast, Tang Qiuli's performance had been one of desperate fleeing. Considering all these factors, he must launch an attack, and strike at the blind spot of the Japanese devils.

  This mixed team of fake police and devils quickly chased here, to be honest, these guys are also quite tired, in this kind of place, it's hard to walk normally, let alone chase people. The nerves are in a state of high tension, if not careful, a stray bullet can take one's life.

  Just as Tang Qiuli judged, seeing such a terrain, these guys obviously let out a sigh of relief, some put their guns on their shoulders, and several guys were smoking by the fire. Twenty people crowded together, at this moment, on the calm and empty snowy plain, human shadows suddenly flew up, with cold air emanating from their daggers, instantly reaching their throats, miserable cries erupted, a few quick-reacting guys, just about to open fire, were shot through the throat by strong arrows brought by the wind. In the blink of an eye, these guys sent their lives away, the pure white snowy ground was stained red with polluted blood, and in the air, there was a strong bloody smell.

  It's also these twenty guys' bad luck, too proactive, leaving the second squad more than a mile away, chasing to this point, looking at the chaotic footprints in the snow, going towards that canyon mouth, still thinking it's normal.

  Tang Qiuli took advantage of this, letting the team members hide under the snow and asking three team members to step on the footprints with their shoes in the hiding place. Then, he asked the three people to pretend to be a large group and retreat from the mouth of the valley. It's simple, just run back and forth a few times, doesn't it look like many people have passed by?

  At once, they achieved a miraculous effect, without firing a single shot, and annihilated an enemy scout squad, without alarming the enemy forces behind.

  After finishing off the devils and puppet police, there was still no movement behind them. Tang Qiuli arrived at a high point and carefully observed with binoculars. Before long, another group of devils followed up, but there were no other enemies behind them. A bold idea took shape in Tang Qiuli's mind.

  Ambush the devils again on the spot, fight quickly and decisively, finish the battle and withdraw immediately. Three eyes, blind two of them, will Shan Tian and Zhan Manjiang dare to use this tactic again?

  The team members quickly ambushed, leaving twenty bloody corpses on the snowy ground, shocking and terrifying. Anyone who saw it would be stunned for a moment, which was exactly what Tang Qiuli wanted.

  Before long, a group of fake police and devils appeared in sight. When these guys saw such a terrifying scene, they were all stunned, standing there with their mouths open, staring blankly at the snow-covered ground, the bodies of their own companions. Before they could figure out what was going on, a fierce hail of bullets came pouring down on them. This time, there were no rifles or pistols, just light and heavy machine guns and hand grenades. At such close range, with such intense firepower, did these twenty people still have any chance of survival?

  A hail of bullets and grenades, and there was not a single enemy left standing on the ground. These guys were worse off than their predecessors. The previous ones at least had some bodies intact, but this batch was blown to pieces by both gunfire and explosions, with limbs flying everywhere. Some unlucky ones were hit by two or three grenades simultaneously, along with several bullets. Now they looked like this - even their own mothers wouldn't be able to recognize them.

  In just three to five minutes, the battle was over. Then came a dense and intense gunfire from behind, the third enemy squad arrived. "Withdraw!" Tang Qiuli immediately led his team into the dense forest. He could confirm that the devils would no longer dare to pursue with small forces after gaining such a great advantage.

  When Xiangshan Tian and Zhanman Jiang led the troops to arrive, what they saw was only the stunned subordinates and the bloody scene with bullet holes everywhere. They looked at each other in dismay, their faces as pale as death, speechless.

  There's no way out, so I'll just have to follow the original path back to the starting point and think of another plan.

  It's dark now, the sky is pitch black all around, and the devils who are patrolling back and forth are having a hard time. The snow has made everywhere uneven, with thorns, tree branches, dead leaves, and weeds all over the place. They don't dare to light torches for fear of being shot at. One step forward, two steps backward, they stumble and fall, exhausted and panting. Shan Tian keeps urging them on, "Haya go, haya go!" If they're not careful, they'll end up with a mouthful of snow, and even the dignity of the imperial army officers can't be maintained. They get up and continue to stumble and crawl around.

  Luckily, thanks to the full river and the remaining five mountain forest police, they felt their way back to today's starting point. If it weren't for them, Mountain Field's team wouldn't know where they would have ended up.

  As soon as he arrived at the place, Yamada plopped down on the ground with a thud, as if his backbone had been pulled out, and slumped down. Today's events had completely crushed his will.

  Even if it's full of rivers, it won't go anywhere, with a crouched waist, originally it was already a small and short one, now it's almost buried in the snow, from a distance, it looks like a rubber ball jumping on the snowy ground.

  His heart had already produced a strong fear, dozens of people, said no, just gone, and if they continued to chase, they could lose their own lives, so he must advise Yamada Taikun to retreat.

  In fact, the place was already in the central area of ??the frozen mountain, and it was not easy to get out. Even if he had the marks left by his brothers, he could get out, but could Tang Qiuli let go so easily?

  When the devils' troops were withdrawing, Tang Qiuli had already judged their intention - to run away! What a joke, since you've come, don't think about leaving!

  He led the team members, quietly following behind the retreating devils' battalion. The team members looked at each other and got excited, knowing that the commander was going to settle accounts with the devils. They clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, eager to try. These past few days have been suffocating, this time, they can finally vent their anger.

  The wind has picked up, and cold gusts are blowing wildly through the forest, occasionally sending swirling snowflakes dancing through the air.

  Tang Qiu and the others lay on a cliff not far from the devils, just in time to see the situation in the ditch. It was already past midnight, and the strange coldness was like countless steel knives attacking the devils' hearts. The devils lit up piles of bonfires, and around the fires, they huddled together, wrapped in blankets, warming themselves by the fire. Although the weather was cold, what was even more terrifying than the cold weather was the growing fear.

  Zhan Manjiang and those five men were huddled around a bonfire, whispering to each other about something.

  Tang Qiuluo made a gesture, and immediately six team members came over quietly, each holding a Type 38 rifle. He shook his head, having taught one of the team members before, and pointed to Zhan Manjiang. The team members immediately understood what was going on.

  Seven muzzles of black holes aimed at Jiang and his men, among them, the two brothers of the Fu family, specifically aiming at Jiang, which was a special request from Tang Qiuli.

  Tang Qiu's swift hand movement sent seven gun barrels shooting out scorching metal bullets, carrying a deadly whistle, flying towards the enemy.

  With the sound of gunfire came five mournful cries, and five figures fell to the ground, all with headshots, bright red blood mixed with white brain matter, polluting a patch of pristine snow.

  This guy, Jiang, is indeed the old bandit chief who has been leading a life of banditry for many years. His long years of wielding a knife and tasting blood have honed his incredible reflexes, giving him a beast-like instinctive reaction to danger. As soon as the gunshot rang out, he suddenly leaned back, dodging two fatal bullets. The divine marksmanship of the Fu brothers, who had never missed a shot before, failed for the first time.

  Then he rolled eighteen times on the ground, his movements were extremely agile and nimble, rolling towards the nearest rock. His plan was well thought out, but who would have thought that there was another fatal Yan Wang watching him.

  Who's that? Shan Hu, he wasn't too pleased that the heavy machine gun hadn't fired yet. Looking back, every time they fought, it was always missing his partner's participation, which made it not very exciting. In other words, it wasn't explosive enough. So, he stared intently at Zhan Manjiang, and for some reason, as soon as he saw him, he had an urge to give him a burst of fire. However, there hadn't been an opportunity until now. Seeing that the bullets of the Fu brothers were empty, the chance arrived. He suddenly stood up, holding the heavy machine gun, which instantly spewed out a flame, sweeping towards Zhan Manjiang. Zhan Manjiang's body flew into the air and finally landed behind the rock that was his lifesaver.

  Not a whole body, fell to the ground in two pieces, good guy, was shot by a mountain tiger and cut in half. For many years, he dominated the southern part of the Great Xing'an Mountains, with blood debts piling up and evil deeds overflowing. The bandit leader, Han Jian, ended his sinful life like this. Even at the moment of death, he couldn't believe that his own life would be lost in such an unknown place. In fact, he didn't know that King Yan was collecting him, and it was all just a matter of time before he died.

  Tang Qiuli pressed the mountain tiger to the ground, a burst of bullets flew over his head and hit the pine tree behind him, "Boom boom" rang out, what a close call!

  Tang Qiuli saw that the goal had been achieved, and he quickly led his team members to withdraw. Before they could leave, the devils on the other side had already started a fierce battle, and the place where they had fired earlier was covered with mortar shells.

  Tang Qiuli and his men left the sound of gunfire far behind, walking for about eight or nine miles, still able to hear the distant sound of gunfire. Let those little devils struggle on their own. Now Shan Tian is deaf and blind, let's see how he gets out of this deep mountain forest.

  The wind grew stronger, the cold wind whistled, the pine waves surged, and the snowflakes danced in the air, hitting the team members' faces. The pale upper crescent moon was already hanging in the sky, surrounded by a halo of light. In the northwest sky, dark clouds pressed down, swallowing up the originally bright stars, step by step approaching this side. Relying on Qiuchuan and Shantiger's experience living in the mountains since childhood, they knew that the weather would change soon.

  Yamada and his devils, even with their supernatural abilities, cannot escape. Let this group of beasts stay in the mountain where people freeze to death! And let them know that invaders who set foot on Chinese soil will meet an end that has long been sealed!

  At this time, the northwest wind howled, and the snow on the ground flew up. The blizzard suddenly arrived, which was called "Da Yan Er Pao" by the people of Guandong. It suddenly descended upon the frozen forest of Linhai Snowfield. Against the raging wind and snow, Tang Qiuli and his companions traversed through the dense forest, searching for a place to hide from the wrath of heaven. The wind grew stronger, the snow grew larger, and the sky was a blur...

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