Chapter 4

Wang Yi felt strange; they were still quite a distance from the outer perimeter of the base. Could it be that they had encountered the Japanese army?

The fat man put down all the rifles, ammunition belts, grenades, and hand grenades he was carrying. Then, without caring whether Wang Yi understood or not, he used a tactical gesture to signal her to stay still. After making the gesture, the fat man took a watermelon knife and a 20-shot magazine, and like a weasel, he slipped into the bushes. His speed was so fast that it left her speechless; she never thought such a fat person could make such extraordinary movements.

Wang Yi, who had just experienced a near-capture, felt a bit scared when the fat man suddenly left. The only sound in the mountain forest was the rustling of leaves in the wind. She picked up a Hanyang-made rifle to boost her courage, but in her panic, she didn't even pull back the bolt.

"I'm the master of setting up ambushes in the mountains. If you play with me, you won't even know how to write the word 'death'!" The fat man sneered inwardly, quietly approaching a large tree. He bit the 30-centimeter-long watermelon knife with his teeth and climbed up the tree using all four limbs, making no sound at all.

On the second branch, a figure was hidden among the dense leaves, carrying a German 98K with a 6x scope, and holding a telescope to observe the front. A Browning pistol was also tucked into his waist. If it weren't for the fat man's keen eyes catching the reflection of the telescope in the sun, he wouldn't have noticed this guy at all.

This guy didn't realize that the fat man had quietly climbed up behind him. The fat man was envious of the 98K sniper rifle and the powerful Browning pistol in the guy's hand, so he reached out and patted the guy's shoulder.

The guy immediately became alert, performing a series of actions in one fluid motion. As he turned around, he drew his dagger, but before he could stab, the fat man struck the base of his neck, causing his brain to stop receiving blood and making him faint.

"Damn, he's elite. Good thing I didn't cut his throat, or it would have been a serious problem!" The fat man caught the unconscious guy and placed him on the tree trunk, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling lucky.

The officer's uniform had the National Revolutionary Army's unit number embroidered on it. From the collar badge, he immediately recognized that this guy was a major. Moreover, the 6x scope 98K was not something an ordinary National Army officer could possess.

There were three ambush points in this forest, arranged in a triangular formation. The front point was on a tree, and the two rear points were in the bushes. This setup was quite clever. Normally, to deal with the front point, one would have to climb the tree, which would alert the two rear points.

However, the front point had chosen a large tree to see farther, which allowed the fat man's body to be hidden by the massive trunk. When he climbed to the second branch, the leaves also blocked his view, making it impossible for the rear points to detect him.

"Such a handsome face, with such good equipment, but as stupid as a donkey." The fat man glanced disdainfully at the unconscious ambush point, taking the 98K, Browning, ammunition belt, magazine, dagger, and telescope. He then used the guy's equipment belt to tie him up and stuffed his mouth with the guy's smelly socks. Satisfied, he quietly descended from the tree.

The fat man bent down and continued to move stealthily in the bushes. The two ambush points in the bushes were even less alert than the front point. They were knocked unconscious by the fat man's club before they even realized what was happening. He bound them in the same way, collected the spoils of war, and then returned to take down the National Army officer from the tree.

After clearing the three ambush points, the fat man was drenched in sweat. To save effort, he directly kicked the National Army officer off the tree. Who could blame him for being jealous of such a handsome face?

The fat man's jealousy was so strong that he would even kick Jiang Guangtou, but Jiang's ugly face posed no threat to him, so he decided to let him off for now, he thought.

Fortunately, the tree wasn't very high, and the bushes below cushioned the fall, only waking the National Army officer with a face full of scratches. He glared angrily at the fat man and struggled to break free from the bindings.

"Idiot!" The fat man said, striking the officer with the butt of his rifle, knocking him unconscious again, and then walked away, patting his buttocks.

When the fat man, panting and carrying three rifles, returned to the tree where Wang Yi was hiding, he startled her, drawing a venomous curse: "You're my prisoner, don't leave me behind."

"Do I look like someone who would run away?" The fat man rolled his eyes, inwardly questioning her judgment. How could she accuse him of abandoning a woman, given his heroic appearance?

"You, a traitor, would do anything. You almost betrayed me to the Japanese just now..." Wang Yi rolled her eyes, using her insults to cover her helplessness.

"I just dealt with three ambush points, and I'm exhausted." The fat man took a fan to cool himself, drinking some water from a Japanese canteen. The sweat on his face and head made him vow to lose weight, or he wouldn't have the stamina to deal with the Japanese in the future.

"You deserve it!" Wang Yi's nervousness was replaced by anger, and she turned away, ignoring the fat man.

At that moment, a faint dog bark came from behind. The fat man, with his keen ears, froze, thinking, "Not good." He quickly signaled Wang Yi to hide behind the tree.

The fat man quickly gathered the ammunition. The 98K with the scope was a rare find, and as a veteran, he was very familiar with the history of the National Army's German-equipped divisions.

He sorted the three types of ammunition, keeping the 38 Special and the 98K's pointed bullets. The Hanyang-made rifle, although the same caliber as the 98K, used round bullets, which were not interchangeable with the 98K or the ZH-35.

"Where did you get this gun?" Wang Yi watched the fat man sort the ammunition and guns, her eyes fixed on the 98K, surprised. In her mind, this gun should only belong to that person, so how did the fat man have one?

"Don't ask, take this and run as far as you can!" The fat man handed her the Browning, a magazine, and a pack of Japanese rations. Wang Yi quickly took the Browning and magazine, her face lighting up with joy. She had always wanted a gun of her own.

For some reason, she didn't take the rations. The fat man tried to give them to her, but Wang Yi's smile froze, and she said coldly, "I'm not leaving. I'm taking you back as a prisoner."

The fat man rolled his eyes, not bothering to explain, and quickly organized his equipment, carrying everything he could. He slung the 98K and chose one of the 38 Specials.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you a mute?" Wang Yi asked angrily.

"The Japanese are coming. If you don't leave, you'll be captured." The fat man, having finished organizing his equipment, saw that Wang Yi still had no intention of leaving. He handed her the National Army officer's dagger and said, "There are three National Army soldiers within 300 meters behind me. Go and untie them, and escape with them. Take all these rifles with you."

"Where did you get this dagger?" Wang Yi was unusually agitated when she saw the dagger and asked urgently.

"I tied up a National Army officer..." The fat man didn't expect Wang Yi to react so strongly to the dagger.

Wang Yi snatched the dagger from the fat man, huffed, and walked away.

The fat man smiled bitterly, watching Wang Yi disappear into the dense forest with the rifle...

The fat man watched Wang Yi's back, the dog barks becoming clearer, and his joy at getting a good gun was replaced by anger. He cursed, "Damn, watch me deal with you!"

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