Chapter 10

"Those little devils are trying to run!!"

Seeing the figures rolling in the snow, Liu Zhong instinctively shouted.

"Do they think they can run?!!"

Before he finished speaking, Shunzi, without a moment's hesitation, roared and leaped out of the snow trench, charging down the slope at an angle.

"Damn it! They chased us for so long and still want to run?!!"

Mengzi sprang up, shaking off his snowshoes and leaping out of the snow trench, closely following Shunzi.

Mengzi, Liu Hai, and the others reflexively grabbed their guns, leaping out of the snow trench one after another, chasing after Mengzi. They had forgotten Dong Ku's previous instructions.

Huzi instinctively wanted to rush out too, but was held back by Liu Zhong. Liu Zhong shoved the binoculars into his arms and said, "Huzi, you stay and take care of Shanzi and Dog Egg. Brother Zhong will avenge your sister and mother!" With that, he gripped his Type 38 rifle and leaped out of the snow trench, his fatigue completely gone.

As they leaped out of the snow trench one after another, chasing the fleeing Yamaguchi Eiji, Dong Ku also saw the rolling figures. Without the certainty of a fatal shot, he did not fire but leaped out, his feet breaking through the snow crust, running quickly with a trail of cracked footprints, chasing after the fleeing Japanese soldiers.

Shunzi and the others took off their coats while running, and with the snow crust cracking under their feet, they stumbled and rushed to the slope.

While running, Shunzi grabbed his coat and gun, lunged forward, and slid down the slope like an arrow.

Mengzi and the others did the same, running to the slope and sliding down.

Yamaguchi Eiji and a few Japanese soldiers could still control their bodies when rolling on the flat ground, but as they reached the steeper part, the momentum increased, and they lost control, tumbling down the snow slope.

Their backpacks and guns were thrown off, and they rolled like snowballs, smashing through the snow crust, stirring up a cloud of snow, and rolling down the slope.

Dong Ku was about 200 meters away from where they slid down. While running, he shook off his coat, moved his backpack to the front, and grabbed both the gun and the backpack, lunging forward and sliding down.

On the snow slope, three waves of snow surged and rushed down the slope...

The violent rolling and collisions made the Japanese soldiers dizzy. Fortunately, the snow softened the impact, but their necks, pants, and even their waistbands were filled with snow.

Yamaguchi Eiji, with his head covered in snow, struggled to stand up, turning around but unable to determine the direction. The eight soldiers who followed were also disoriented, unable to distinguish north from south.

As they were turning, Shunzi and the others rushed down, creating a cloud of snow, and quickly slid to a spot about 30 meters in front of Yamaguchi Eiji, blocking their path.

Shunzi, without shaking off the snow from his head, lay on the ground, aimed his gun, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The crisp gunshot dispersed the north wind, making the disoriented and blurry-eyed Japanese soldiers shudder, and they quickly regained their senses, frantically searching for their guns.

Thud!

As one of their companions fell, they saw the figure who fired the shot.

"Charge!!!"

Yamaguchi Eiji roared, gripping his command knife and staggering forward. The remaining seven soldiers, unable to find their guns, each pulled out a grenade, screaming and charging forward.

Bang!

Mengzi's gun fired!

At the moment the gun went off, a charging Japanese soldier staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, sliding several meters, leaving a trail of fresh blood.

As this Japanese soldier fell, Liu Zhong also slid to the bottom of the slope. He rolled up, ran, and fired his gun.

Bang! Bang!

Several crisp gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, but only one Japanese soldier fell.

Before Liu Zhong and the others could fire again, Dong Ku also slid down the slope. Without slowing down, he braced his arms on his backpack, leaped into the air, and shouted, "Get down!!" As he shouted, his gun fired.

Rat-tat! Rat!

Three bullets burst out as his body twisted in the air.

At the moment the gun fired, a Japanese soldier's head exploded, and the headless body stumbled forward a few steps, spraying blood as it fell to the ground. The smoking grenade rolled to the ground.

The soldier next to him tripped and fell directly to the ground, the smoking grenade in his hand rolling out about four meters.

Liu Zhong and the others paused at Dong Ku's shout but still raised their guns.

Yamaguchi Eiji, leading the charge, was lucky not to be hit. He held his command knife, screamed, and led the three remaining soldiers in a mad charge.

In mid-air, Dong Ku performed a somersault, landing on the snow.

At that moment, two explosions echoed. The shock wave knocked Yamaguchi Eiji and the three soldiers to the ground.

The sudden explosions startled Liu Zhong and the others, who were only about 20 meters away. Before they could react, Mengzi felt a force push him to the ground.

Shunzi also fell at the same moment, his gun flying far away.

Dong Ku, not yet on the ground, felt a chill in his ribs. Without checking if he was injured, he landed and ran towards Liu Zhong and the others.

The explosion raised a cloud of snow, obscuring the targets. They all focused on the front, not noticing the two injured men, ready to fire as soon as the snow cleared.

Dong Ku rushed over, skidded to a stop, scooped up a pile of snow, and knelt on one knee, turning his gun and shouting, "Fall back!!"

"Fall..."

Liu Zhong was about to ask but saw Shunzi on the ground.

"Quick! Shunzi is hit!"

Mengzi turned at Liu Zhong's shout, not seeing Shunzi but seeing Mengzi on the ground. He grabbed Mengzi and carried him back. Sun Tao and Liu Hai also bent down, lifting Shunzi and running back.

Dong Ku did not look back, focusing on the explosion site, ready to fire.

The wind quickly dispersed the snow, and Yamaguchi Eiji, lying on the ground, did not get up but shouted, "I am a lieutenant of the Nakamura Division. I want to know who I have been defeated by?"

"Nakamura?"

Dong Ku stopped Liu Zhong from moving forward. He found the name Nakamura very familiar, a significant Japanese commander in the invasion of China. After a moment of thought, he suddenly remembered who Nakamura was.

This Nakamura Division was the main culprit behind the Songhua River Massacre. As he remembered, images flashed through Dong Ku's mind: unarmed compatriots, their hands tied with wire, driven by the brutal Japanese soldiers to be used as live targets for bayonet practice on the banks of the Songhua River. Thousands died each day, and the river was stained red with blood.

Dong Ku took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and asked in fluent Japanese, "I am a Chinese soldier. Is the Nakamura Division the main force that captured Harbin?"

"Yes." Yamaguchi Eiji was surprised that the other side could speak Japanese so well.

At the confirmation, Dong Ku and Yamaguchi Eiji saw each other. Yamaguchi Eiji was momentarily stunned by the advanced weapons, unable to recognize their origin but knowing they were not Chinese-made.

Dong Ku slowly stood up, his chest burning with rage. The vivid images made his eyes blaze with fire. He wanted the butcher who participated in the massacre to feel his anger.

Yamaguchi Eiji also slowly stood up, staring fiercely at Dong Ku. He felt the intense killing intent from the other side but was not moved, instead becoming more aggressive.

"Die!"

As Yamaguchi Eiji stood up, Liu Zhong, who was watching suspiciously, shouted, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

At the moment the gun fired, Dong Ku grabbed the gun, raised it, and the bullet shot into the air.

"What are you doing!?"

Liu Zhong's eyes, full of hatred, stared at Dong Ku, angry and confused.

"Their souls need to be cleansed with blood. Dying from a bullet is not enough to atone for their crimes!"

Dong Ku said coldly, pulled the bayonet from Liu Zhong's gun, and, without expression, looked at the rising Japanese soldiers, throwing the bayonet, which landed in front of Yamaguchi Eiji.

Yamaguchi Eiji, understanding the message, turned to the soldiers holding grenades and shouted, "Throw away the ammunition! Let us fight like samurais, kill the weak Chinese pigs, and bring glory to the Emperor!"

"Emperor! Emperor!!"

The three soldiers, eyes glowing with ferocity, removed their grenade belts, threw away their ammunition, and raised their fists in a shout.

"I'll go!"

Liu Zhong understood Dong Ku's meaning, pulled out his thick-backed knife, and was about to step forward.

Dong Ku held him back and said, "Liu Zhong, this is the duty and responsibility of a soldier. You watch and hold this gun." He handed the M4A1 to Liu Zhong, who looked at him with eager eyes, and removed the weapon from his back, slowly walking towards Yamaguchi Eiji.

"Ya!!"

Seeing the enemy come unarmed, a Japanese soldier bent down, pulled the bayonet from the ground, and charged through the snow, screaming in anger.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters... In a few breaths, the soldier, holding the bayonet, charged to Dong Ku, raised the bayonet, and stabbed.

Dong Ku continued walking at the same speed. As the bayonet approached, he did not slow down. When the bayonet reached his chest, he extended his left hand, grabbed the hand, and with his right hand, struck the neck like a knife. The bone cracked, and he twisted his left hand, taking the bayonet and walking past the soldier.

The Japanese soldier's face was pressed against his shoulder, his eyes full of terror, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Hisss..."

Seeing this, Yamaguchi Eiji and the remaining two soldiers drew in a breath.

Liu Zhong, nearby, instinctively tightened his grip on the gun, his heart pounding with shock. His ancestors were from Hebei Cangzhou, and he had inherited martial arts skills. How could he not see the power of that strike?

Mengzi, who had just returned, also stared in shock, wondering, "How much strength does it take to break a neck with one strike?"

Dong Ku continued walking, and as the soldier fell, he threw the bayonet again, landing in front of Yamaguchi Eiji.

"Ya!!!"

The remaining two soldiers looked at each other. One soldier screamed, pulled the bayonet from the ground, and charged at Dong Ku as Yamaguchi Eiji was about to step forward.

Dong Ku stood there, eyes locked on the bayonet, showing no emotion. As the bayonet approached, he quickly grabbed the wrist, stepped aside, and wrapped his arm around the soldier's neck, pulling back while his knee pressed into the spine.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out, and the Japanese soldier's body bent backward 180 degrees,