Chapter 69

Dong Ku watched as Liu Hai and several hunters busily worked, and he couldn't help but nod in approval. Hunters indeed had unique skills when it came to setting traps and erasing tracks.

Without mentioning anything else, just the way they buried the landmines, covering the new pits with dry soil and the sparse green grass on top, one wouldn't even notice if they stepped on it. As Liu Hai and his team finished and disappeared into the grass, Dong Ku made a gesture to Shunzi and the others, then quickly hid with Hu Zi, Liu Zhong, and Dog Egg, waiting for the motorcycles to arrive.

More than half an hour later, the sound of motorcycles entered everyone's ears, and all the hunters immediately became tense, their hands ready to grab their guns, but they were stopped by Shunzi and the others.

"No one is to touch their guns or fire without orders, remember that!"

In each small group's position, the same words were spoken.

Soon, the motorcycles appeared, and under everyone's tense gaze, they turned around the mountain foot.

Screech!!

In the sudden braking sound, the three motorcycles almost crashed into each other. The one in front made a sharp turn, the sidecar almost colliding with the tree trunk across the road, narrowly avoiding a crash.

Before the confused Japanese soldiers could react, the bowstrings vibrated, and the Japanese soldiers were shot down one by one without even a chance to react. By the time the braking sound disappeared, the Japanese soldiers on the motorcycles were all dead, either falling off the bikes or lying in the sidecars. They didn't even see the people who killed them, losing their lives in the chaos.

"Quick, everyone to your positions!"

Dong Ku quickly disassembled the crossbow and put it in his backpack, picked up a Type 38 rifle, and ran to the ambush site. Liu Dog Egg and Hu Zi moved quickly as well, disassembling the crossbow and putting it away, each carrying a gun and running to the ambush site. Liu Zhong, carrying his long rifle, one hand holding the Type 11 light machine gun and the other holding several ammunition boxes, followed closely behind Hu Zi and the others.

"Damn! Did Brother Zhong and the others take out the Japanese on the motorcycles? How come we didn't hear any gunshots?"

A hunter looked at the running group in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

The other hunters, though silent, were also greatly shocked. Those were seven or eight armed Japanese soldiers, and they were taken out just like that?

Their view was obstructed, so they couldn't see the Japanese being killed, but they could hear the motorcycle braking sounds. Seeing Liu Zhong, who didn't have the Type 11 light machine gun before, now carrying it, they knew what had happened.

Less than a minute later, the battle was over, and Dong Ku ran to the ambush site. He quickly crouched into the grass, checked his gun with a few clicks, took out bullets from his bag and placed them beside him, and then put the Mauser pistol next to it.

Hu Zi and the others did the same, reaching their positions silently, quickly checking their guns, and placing the Type 38 rifles, Mauser pistols, and bullets within reach, lying down quietly.

Shunzi and Sun Tao did the same, quickly checking their guns, placing the Mauser pistols and bullets within reach, but no one took out the grenades.

Just as they finished, the faint sound of engines could be heard, and the convoy appeared in the distance.

"Everyone, get ready. Don't put your fingers on the triggers, and don't fire without orders."

As the voices rang out, the hunters carefully picked up their guns, poking the barrels out of the grass, waiting for the order to fire.

Seven trucks, guarded by over sixty Japanese soldiers, swayed as they approached. The machine guns on the truck beds pointed forward, ready to fire at any sign of trouble.

In the second truck, Liutian Cunshang, holding a command sword, swayed with the truck, lost in thoughts about his future in Baoqing. The more he thought about it, the more he felt life was bleak. Baoqing was a remote and barren place, and the resources had already been plundered by Nanmura Kōichi. He felt like he was being exiled. However, he didn't know that he wouldn't be going to Baoqing at all; he would be reporting to another place, where he would spend his last moments.

Dong Ku's gun was aimed at the machine gunner on the first truck, the barrel moving with the truck's progress.

The trucks, unaware of the dozens of guns pointing at them, steadily turned around the mountain foot.

At the moment the trucks braked, Dong Ku steadily pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The crisp gunshot broke the silence of the forest. The machine gunner on the lead truck burst into a cloud of blood, his body tilting and falling into the truck bed.

Rattatat!

As soon as Dong Ku's gun fired, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted. The machine guns of Meng Zi, Mazi, and Liu Zhong spewed flames, a hail of bullets hitting the Japanese soldiers on the trucks, who had no cover. The truck panels shattered, and blood splattered as the Japanese soldiers were mowed down before they could react.

"We're under attack!!"

Liutian, dazed by the sudden braking, swayed and, before he could figure out what was happening, was jolted awake by the dense gunfire. He quickly pushed the driver out of the other side of the truck, drew his pistol, and nimbly jumped out of the open door, showing no sign of his usual bulky and clumsy appearance.

Just as Liutian jumped out of the cab, a loud explosion shook the convoy. A truck at the back burst into a ball of fire, the truck being torn apart by the violent shockwave, its steel twisting and burning as it disintegrated.

The Japanese soldiers on the truck were torn apart by the explosion, their internal organs spewing out, and they flew in all directions with the disintegrating truck.

"Aim for the people!"

Dong Ku shouted after firing, quickly pulling the bolt and firing another shot, blowing the head off a Japanese soldier who had just jumped out of the truck and aimed his gun in this direction.

The sudden gunfire not only stunned the Japanese but also the hunters. In the chaos, they followed Dong Ku's command, aiming at the panicked figures and pulling the triggers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire intensified, the bullets whistling through the air, and Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one by one.

The machine gunners on the trucks didn't even get a chance to fire before being picked off by Shunzi and the others. Without the machine guns to suppress them, the three Type 11 light machine guns wreaked havoc, riddling the trucks with bullets. By the time Liutian landed and organized the Japanese soldiers to jump out and counterattack, the first four trucks were riddled with holes.

"I hit him..."

A hunter, waving his arms in excitement, was about to jump up when Shunzi, quick as a flash, pressed his head down and shouted, "Are you trying to get killed?"

The hunter's head was almost pressed into the dirt, but he was still too excited to care about Shunzi's roughness, quickly pulling the bolt and aiming again.

He saw a Japanese soldier jump off the truck, just getting up and not yet raising his gun. Before he could pull the trigger, a gunshot rang out beside him, and the Japanese soldier's head exploded like a watermelon.

Seeing the target fall, he didn't pay much attention, turning his gun to aim at a Japanese soldier lying under the truck and shooting in this direction.

But before he could pull the trigger, another gunshot rang out beside him, and the Japanese soldier's head exploded in a cloud of blood, blocking his view.

"Who's snatching my kill! How rude!!"

The hunter muttered to himself, turning his head and realizing that Shunzi was lying beside him.

Before he could turn back, Shunzi smoothly pulled the bolt and fired another shot, his movements quick and efficient.

"Ah!"

The hunter, surprised, turned back to see the figure fall as Shunzi's gun fired, so shocked that he forgot to shoot, just listening to Shunzi's gunfire and counting.

At this moment, the ten hunters led by Mazi stopped firing. They were all staring at the trucks in front, amazed. Mazi's machine gun was much faster and more accurate than theirs. Often, before they could aim, two shots would ring out, and the figure would fall.

The same situation was happening with Sun Tao. After two rounds of chaotic gunfire, all the hunters were watching Sun Tao's performance. They were amazed by his speed in changing ammunition, his quick and accurate aiming, and his precise shooting. Every shot that rang out meant a head exploded, and at a distance of forty to fifty meters, every shot was a headshot.

Liu Zhong, after using up a box of ammunition, didn't change the box but put down the machine gun and picked up a Type 38 rifle, starting to pick off the Japanese one by one. Every shot that rang out meant a figure fell, and every shot was a headshot, leaving the hunters around him in awe. His speed and accuracy made the already famous Liu Zhong even more impressive in their eyes.

Liutian Cunshang now knew he was in trouble. He crawled out from behind the truck, watching as the soldiers' heads exploded one by one. He knew that the ambush he encountered was not from some civilian resistance group but a well-trained regular army.

The Japanese soldiers who jumped out of the trucks on the front side were all down, and those who jumped out from the back were unable to counterattack. They would just expose their heads and be shot down before they could find a target. Each truck carrying soldiers had four or five bodies lying in front and back, and with only half of them managing to jump out, they couldn't organize an effective counterattack.

Even the drivers, who could raise their pistols quickly without exposing much of their bodies, were firing randomly, but it was a form of counterattack.

Hu Zi, breathing steadily, aimed at the gun barrel poking out from the truck's front and steadily pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The pistol was blown away in a spray of blood, and the Japanese soldier behind the truck moved, his head appearing from behind the hood. Before he could crouch down again, Hu Zi quickly reloaded and fired, blowing the head off the Japanese soldier who hadn't had time to duck.

"Damn!"

A hunter in his thirties, standing next to Hu Zi, stared with wide eyes, amazed at the scene. He had already fired two shots but couldn't take out the Japanese soldier shooting from the truck's front. When the Japanese soldier's head appeared, he hadn't even had time to raise his gun before Hu Zi had taken him out.

Amidst the gunfire, Liutian Cunshang slowly knelt down behind the truck, his clothes already unbuttoned. His lifeless eyes stared at nothing, and the wakizashi in his hand slowly pierced into his hairy abdomen, sinking deep without a trace of pain. He pushed the blade horizontally, and blood gushed out. The blade then turned and moved in the opposite direction, easily slicing open the other half of his abdomen. His intestines, like bubbles, oozed out of the wound.