Chapter 14

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"Boom... boom..."

The bullet from the 98K sniper rifle accurately hit a 90mm shell from a small steel cannon, causing a chain reaction. The ground-shaking explosions lit up the twilight, trembling violently. The explosions drowned out all screams and cries, and the smoke filled the entire mountain field.

The effect of this shot was even better than the explosion from the Japanese squad's grenade launchers. The Japanese battalion was concentrated in front of the minefield, and the overly concentrated formation made the chain explosions even more deadly than the fat man had anticipated.

Fifty grenade launcher shells, seventy-millimeter shells from the Type 92 infantry gun, ninety-millimeter shells from the Type 97 mortar (small steel cannon), individual explosive packs, and grenades all exploded in a chain reaction. The explosions within a hundred-meter radius also triggered the hidden mines, creating a spectacular and grand scene that left the fat man with his mouth agape. The shockwave from the explosions blew his eyes shut from six hundred meters away.

"This, this kid did it, he's too capable, too capable!" Colonel Ma, watching over a thousand Japanese soldiers being engulfed in the continuous explosions, was so excited that he spoke incoherently. Previously, in the base of the old Third Regiment, in a hard-fought battle, his regiment of over three thousand men, at a three-to-one ratio, failed to wipe out a Japanese battalion. In the end, it was only with the timely arrival of brother units that they managed to eliminate the Japanese battalion with a five-to-one advantage, suffering nearly a thousand casualties.

The fat man alone inflicted heavy casualties on a Japanese battalion. This guy was indeed the one Colonel Ma had his eye on, capable enough to match an entire regiment!

Captain Zhang's face was ashen. It wasn't because the fat man had almost wiped out a Japanese battalion with one shot, but because he put himself in the fat man's position. He was confident he could hit a Japanese artillery shell within three hundred meters, but at six hundred meters, he knew he couldn't do it. The 98K sniper rifle, a gift from his German instructor, had been used to its full potential by the fat man. He felt he could never get it back.

"Showing off, hmpf!" Wang Yi's face was full of resentment, but she had to admit that this fat man had saved everyone with one shot. Seeing Colonel Ma's eager gaze, she suddenly felt a bit scared. If this fat man joined the Eighth Route Army, wouldn't he harass her every day?

The fat man lay in the grass, using binoculars to check the results of his shot. Although the continuous explosions looked powerful and overturned artillery and grenade launchers, the Japanese infantry suffered less than half the casualties, with about half still able to fight.

"Engineers and artillery are finished, let's see how you enter Fat Master's minefield," the fat man chuckled. However, he and the dozen or so people behind him didn't have the courage to face a half-battalion of Japanese soldiers. Better to retreat when the situation is unfavorable. Having destroyed the Japanese artillery, the fat man decided to use the best strategy and flee.

"Rat-tat-tat..."

As soon as the fat man showed his head, the Japanese heavy machine guns fired relentlessly, as if seeking revenge, sparing no bullets. Although the distance was six hundred meters, the crossfire from six heavy machine guns was something the fat man couldn't withstand. This time, the unfortunate fat man had only taken two steps when he was hit in the thigh. The bullet tore off a piece of flesh, causing excruciating pain that made him fall heavily back into the grass.

With the fat man's previous "resurrection" experience, Colonel Ma and his men were not at all worried. They all watched the fat man through their binoculars with smiles. The Japanese artillery was all destroyed, and without long-range artillery support, they posed no threat. With nearly a kilometer of distance and a minefield in between, the Japanese wouldn't dare advance recklessly. At such a distance, it was hard to see people, let alone shoot accurately.

"This kid is too shameless, pretending to be dead again!" Colonel Ma laughed and scolded.

"This is the fat man's usual trick, very sinister!" Wang Yi, who knew the fat man best, said. Initially, outside the city, to eliminate the Japanese puppet troops without firing a shot, he even used her body as bait. Such a despicable tactic could only be used by this sinister fat man.

All the soldiers present nodded. They had all seen the fat man's tactics in the forest, deliberately showing weakness to lure the Japanese into the minefield, a move that was extremely sinister.

Captain Zhang nodded, deeply moved. The first time he was knocked out by the fat man, he had experienced the fat man's sinister side.

Everyone watched the show, as if in tacit agreement, and no one went to save the fat man.

After a while, the fat man still hadn't returned. Colonel Ma, looking through his binoculars, saw the fat man lying on his back in the grass and noticed the fresh blood on his trouser leg, realizing the severity of the situation.

"Damn," Captain Zhang also saw the blood on the fat man's trouser leg and leaped out of the trench, crouching to avoid the machine gun fire and running to the fat man's position. He immediately saw the fat man's wound, and the fat man was lying there, staring at the sky with a blade of grass in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Captain Zhang asked.

The bullet had torn off a piece of flesh from the fat man's leg, a minor injury, but the blood and flesh were a mess, and with the twilight, it was hard to tell how serious the wound was. In reality, as long as the fat man could endure the pain, it wouldn't affect his walking.

But Captain Zhang couldn't see clearly and assumed the fat man had been hit in the leg and couldn't walk. He hesitated, knowing he could return safely alone, but carrying someone, he wouldn't be able to escape the machine gun fire.

"Rubbish, can't you see Fat Master is wounded?" The fat man rolled his eyes. He just wanted to rest and regain his strength, waiting for nightfall to escape the machine gun fire easily.

If he hadn't been exhausted, he wouldn't have been hit. The fat man just needed to wait for nightfall to return on his own, but with his "rival" here, he had other ideas. "Fat Master's leg is immobilized, carry me."

"Alright, but we need to wait until it's darker. I can carry you and escape the machine gun fire without a problem," Captain Zhang didn't suspect the fat man's ulterior motives.

The fat man "hmm"ed, closed his eyes, and dozed off, but Captain Zhang's voice came again.

"The division I'm in is about to head to Shanghai. This 98K sniper rifle was a gift from my German instructor. I once swore to use this gun to drink the blood of the invaders. Now that it's in your hands, I don't want it back. You can use it better than I can. I just have one request, and I hope you'll agree."

"Go on," the fat man was taken aback. The current time was shortly after the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, at the beginning of the Second United Front, when the Eighth Route Army was just established and the Battle of Shanghai was about to begin.

"Brother, do you want to join the Nationalist Army? I can recommend you, and our division commander will definitely give you a position no lower than a battalion commander," Captain Zhang said.

"Nationalist Army?" The fat man was taken aback again.

"Yes, I am Captain Zhang Liguo of the 37th Division of the National Revolutionary Army," Captain Zhang said.

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