Chapter 5

The fat man, holding the sixteen grenades and landmines he had confiscated, set them up in the woods, placing himself in the position of the enemy to think about the pursuit route after being attacked. After choosing his position, he took off his Japanese military pants, leaving him in just his underwear, which was cooler. He used the bayonet of the Type 38 rifle to strip the wires from the pants and set up the booby traps. After finishing, he walked to the pre-selected sniper position and waited for the Japanese army to approach.

The fat man lay in the bushes, observing through a telescope. Sure enough, a group of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops appeared in the telescope. The lead Japanese soldier was leading a large wolf dog. Seeing the personnel and weapon configuration of the Japanese and puppet troops, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Three Type 11 light machine guns, three grenade launchers... What the heck, a squad of Japanese and a company of puppet troops are looking for me. Am I that important?"

The fat man thought about it and felt it didn't make sense. Although he was the only interpreter in the city, it wasn't enough to make so many Japanese and puppet troops search for him. Suddenly, he remembered a piece of intelligence he had seen at the Japanese battalion headquarters, which said that the Nationalist and Eighth Route Army were jointly escorting a group of doctors to the rear, and they had to pass through the county town, a key transportation route.

A few days ago, the Japanese battalion headquarters had issued a search order. No wonder he had encountered the Nationalist Army's hidden sentries in the Japanese-controlled area. They must have been the Nationalist soldiers escorting the doctors, and these Japanese and puppet troops were searching for them in the mountains.

The fat man suddenly saw the light. In this crazy war, doctors could save countless wounded soldiers. He decided to do everything he could to delay these Japanese and puppet troops, allowing the Eighth Route Army and Nationalist Army to escort the doctors to safety.

At this moment, the distance between him and the Japanese and puppet troops was over 600 meters. Although the 98K sniper rifle could hit the upper body at 600 meters, that was for the German army, who were familiar with the 98K. This was his first time using the 98K, and he wasn't very familiar with its ballistics.

The earlier he fired, the sooner he would alert them. The fat man decided not to wait. His luck had always been good. He pulled the bolt to chamber a round in the 98K. The first shot had to help him get familiar with the 98K's ballistics, but he couldn't waste it.

Through the scope, the fat man immediately found his first target. His eyes, like a wolf's, focused on the scope, and he calmly pulled the trigger.

The crisp gunshot echoed through the woods, startling countless birds. Over 600 meters away, a Japanese communications soldier's radio was shattered, and the powerful bullet also knocked down the communications soldier.

"Without the radio, how will you call for reinforcements?" The fat man's thoughts were simple. First, he couldn't let too many Japanese reinforcements arrive in time, or he wouldn't be able to escape.

The Japanese and puppet troops were completely stunned by the shot and didn't have time to react.

With the first shot, the fat man became familiar with the 98K's ballistics. He smoothly chambered another round and pulled the trigger. This time, the head of the leading Japanese officer, a lieutenant, was blown off.

"Damn you!" The Japanese cursed. The Japanese soldiers, who had been advancing in formation, quickly dispersed, forming triangular formations to search the woods.

"Scumbags, hide quickly, there's a sniper!" The puppet troops panicked, frantically looking for cover.

For a moment, the woods were in chaos, with gunfire erupting. The fat man remained unaffected, pulling the bolt and firing repeatedly. After firing five rounds, he had killed a lieutenant, destroyed the Japanese radio, and taken out the Japanese squad leader and his subordinates.

He wasn't unwilling to kill the puppet troops' company commander, but the man had hidden as soon as he heard the gunfire, leaving the fat man to target the Japanese squad officers. The grenade launchers, which had a range of less than 200 meters, posed no threat to him. The only thing he was slightly concerned about was the Type 11 light machine guns, but the Japanese soldiers, though well-trained, had no sniper rifles. The fat man wasn't worried, especially given the distance. It was difficult for the Japanese to even find his hiding spot, and he could slowly pick off the targets that posed the greatest threat.

While loading the 98K, he secretly admired the Japanese military discipline. Even after he had killed the squad officers, there was no sign of disorder.

After loading five more rounds, he continued to fire. This time, he targeted the machine gunners and grenade launcher operators. Although the Japanese soldiers were well-trained, they hadn't received long-term training with light machine guns and grenade launchers, so their accuracy was low.

After firing 15 rounds from three magazines, the Japanese had advanced to within 500 meters. The fat man had become thoroughly familiar with the 98K's performance. He was now obsessed with headshots. All the skilled machine gunners were eliminated, and the large wolf dog was also killed. The Japanese and puppet troops' gunfire at such a distance couldn't even touch him.

The Japanese, undaunted by death, charged forward. In the short 100 meters, all the machine gunners and grenade launcher operators were eliminated. The fat man, while loading more rounds, chuckled to himself. The key to causing widespread casualties among the Japanese would be the last 200 meters. After reloading, he moved to a new hiding spot.

The puppet troops were so scared that they huddled together. They had never seen such a ruthless person who could create a bloodbath with a single shot. The puppet company commander, hiding at the back with a pistol, tried to drive them forward, but these terrified puppet troops fell behind the Japanese.

In the woods, even a battalion of puppet troops would be no match for the fat man. After leaving over 20 bodies, the Japanese and puppet troops finally advanced to within 400 meters. However, all the dead were Japanese. When a lieutenant was killed, he targeted the next officer, and when the officers were eliminated, he targeted the machine gunners. Whoever led and posed the greatest threat, the fat man's 98K would target.

After loading more rounds, he took off with the Type 38 rifle and moved to a new sniper position. As soon as he lay down, the original position was hit by a furious Japanese counterattack. The Japanese, after changing personnel, used the Type 11 light machine guns, grenade launchers, and the Czech ZB-26 light machine guns of the puppet troops to pour a hail of bullets. The Japanese and puppet troops were now within 200 meters and charged forward under the cover of these weapons.

The fat man remained unscathed. He aimed the 98K at the grenade launcher positions. The Japanese were determined, and the grenade launchers were lined up, firing furiously. The fat man aimed at the grenade launcher bombs in the ammunition box and pulled the trigger.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

This shot detonated the entire grenade launcher position, with dozens of grenades exploding. The scene was shocking, with flames shooting into the sky. Not only were the grenade launcher positions destroyed, but the nearby Japanese and puppet troops were also obliterated, including several puppet officers hiding at the back.

After this, only about 20 Japanese soldiers remained in the squad.

The puppet troops also suffered. The company commander was killed, along with several officers, and dozens more were injured by the explosion. They were even more reluctant to fight like the Japanese and hesitated to advance, waiting for the Japanese to take the lead.

The fat man didn't hesitate. He fired all the bullets in the 98K, reloaded quickly, and fired five more shots, each a headshot. By the time he reloaded again, the Japanese were getting closer.

Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard. The Japanese at the front had triggered one of the fat man's booby traps. The fat man raised the Type 38 rifle and fired five consecutive shots, each a headshot at 200 meters. After emptying the magazine, he switched to the 98K and crouched like a fleeing rabbit, moving through the bushes. He used trees and protruding rocks to take shots, and the Japanese heads were blown off again.

"Boom..." The Japanese pursuing the fat man were truly unlucky. They frequently tripped over the booby traps, and several more were blown up. After this ordeal, the original squad of Japanese soldiers was almost completely wiped out.

Another "boom" was heard, and the Japanese tripped another mine. The dense forest had become the fat man's natural hunting ground. Seeing the Japanese suffer so much, the puppet troops were too scared to advance, and even the remaining Japanese were considering retreating.

The fat man, while fleeing, reloaded both rifles and led the Japanese to trip more mines. By the time all 16 mines had exploded, the Japanese were all dead, leaving only the puppet troops.

The puppet troops were also stunned by the mines. The fat man had set up the mines cleverly, with most of them tripping at the front and exploding at the back. The puppet troops hiding behind the Japanese were the ones who suffered the most. Out of 16 mines, the puppet troops took 10, and with the fat man's deadly headshots, they had no chance of survival. Their leaders were also killed, and the puppet troops, who were used to bullying civilians and fighting only when they had the upper hand, began to desert.

One deserter led to two, then a squad, and then a platoon... In this few hundred meters of life and death, one sniper had wiped out a Japanese squad, and the puppet troops were terrified with every step they took. This was like dancing on the edge of a knife, and their spirits were completely shattered. They fled in a panic.

"You damn scoundrels, don't run, the fight isn't over yet!" The fat man was unhappy and chased after them with the Type 38 rifle, firing as he ran. Each shot resulted in a headshot, and the puppet troops ran even faster.

The fat man didn't notice that a dozen Nationalist and Eighth Route Army soldiers had appeared behind him, their jaws dropping as they watched a fat man in just his underwear chasing and sniping dozens of puppet troops in the woods...

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