Chapter 70

"Cease fire! Shunzi, Sun Tao, provide support, everyone else stay still."

As he spoke, Dong Ku, with everyone's eyes on him, made a few gestures, grabbed his Mauser, and disappeared into the bushes like a cheetah.

Except for Shunzi and Sun Tao, who were too far away, and Liu Hai, who didn't move, the others put away their rifles and quietly disappeared into the trees.

The hunters were now dumbfounded; they had just witnessed a shooting performance. Having all once fired guns, they now had no thoughts about the orders of these sharpshooters, lying there and watching the cars on the road ahead and the bodies on the ground.

A thought rose in their minds: How could their shooting be so accurate?

Dong Ku and his men quickly approached the truck, quietly searching from both ends.

As they searched, whether hanging from the truck or lying or crouching on the ground, all were dead, with no one wounded and waiting to be captured.

As enemies, this also earned Dong Ku's respect. While using his bayonet to finish off the bodies, he secretly praised these little devils for their bravery, no wonder they could conquer so many battlefields, even Britain and America had suffered great losses.

As they searched, Huzi raised his gun, then took a step back, holding his gun and staring ahead, a bit dazed.

Dong Ku jumped down from the first empty truck and saw Huzi's abnormal behavior. He quickly approached Huzi with his blood-soaked bayonet, and just as he was about to ask, he understood what was happening.

Yanagida Murakami's face was pale, his lips colorless and trembling, and he was breathing heavily. His intestines, which had spilled onto the ground, were slowly writhing in the breeze. Blood had seeped into the soil beneath his kneeling legs, leaving a trail.

"Brother Dong, how did he..."

Huzi asked, puzzled.

"Stupid, they think this is bravery, the only way to atone for their sins to their emperor."

As he spoke, under Yanagida Murakami's lifeless gaze, he waved his bayonet and with a slash, cut his throat, severing half of his neck, ending his potentially long and painful death.

After a quick inspection, they opened the curtains of the three cargo trucks to confirm there were no survivors. Dong Ku then signaled to Shunzi and Sun Tao, who were hiding in the distance, to bring their people over.

"Take all the bullets, secure your guns, now we go down!"

Shunzi put away his gun, quickly cleaned up, and loudly gave orders.

Sun Tao sent the final message, put away the radio, and with his gun, led the hunters to the trucks.

The hunters, seeing the bodies on the ground, though they hated the devils, this was still killing. From a distance, it was fine, but up close, the heavy smell of blood and the grotesque faces made their stomachs churn. Fortunately, they had killed many animals and seen much blood, so they all held back, and no one vomited.

"Old members, line up!"

Dong Ku shouted in front of the truck.

Liu Zhong and nine others quickly formed a line, looking at Dong Ku, waiting for further orders.

"Report your kills."

"I killed seven with the rifle, didn't count the machine gun."

Liu Zhong said first.

"I killed five, the ones killed by the landmine don't count," Liu Hai said.

"I didn't count... maybe four or five..."

Shunzi said uncertainly...

"Shunzi just killed twelve, I counted for him," a hunter next to Shunzi whispered to the others.

"Huzi killed four, I only killed one..."

Another hunter said dejectedly. His shooting wasn't bad, but he couldn't even match a half-grown kid.

"Alright, this is the result of training. After training, you will be just like them, able to shoot headshots with every shot." Seeing the deep impact and shock on everyone, Dong Ku loudly said, "Today, you officially become members of the Flying Tigers. You will train for two months with Liu Zhong and Sun Tao, who are your leaders. Liu Zhong is also the deputy leader of the Flying Tigers. After two months, you will be just like them!"

"Really?"

A hunter's eyes lit up.

A tall, muscular man loudly said, "I want to learn the machine gun, I want to be like Muzi, killing over twenty by myself!"

"You can all do it, just listen to Liu Zhong and Sun Tao. In two months, you will be just like them, but it will be tough."

"Great!"

"Who hasn't suffered before..."

The hunters, who were somewhat dejected a moment ago, now chattered excitedly, their dejection disappearing.

Seeing his goal achieved, Dong Ku waved his hand and ordered, "Move the supplies, clean up the battlefield, move quickly!"

"Move quickly! All of you, change into comfortable shoes, carry as much as you can!"

Liu Zhong jumped onto a truck and shouted.

On the truck, besides boxes of bullets and grenades, there were two mortars, four grenade launchers, and boxes of shells. The rest were various living supplies.

Milk powder, white sugar, flour, rice, dried meat, dried fish, medicine, military uniforms, and blankets, everything was there. What made Dong Ku happiest were the two large iron pots from Korea, which they needed for cooking rice for many people.

He had already roughly counted the supplies when the hunters came down. After they changed into shoes, he selected twenty who looked strong, each carrying a 150-pound bag of rice wrapped in a military blanket, along with shoes and other light items. The rest carried bullets and grenades, while others carried 100-pound bags of flour and salt.

These hunters, who had never seen so much food and weapons, were excited and wanted to carry more. But Dong Ku knew that the weight was already the limit for the several miles of mountain road to Bee Mountain. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, when we run out of food, we'll go back to the Japanese for more."

Though the hunters were reluctant, they knew that long journeys required light loads. They all followed the requirements, wrapping the flour and salt in military blankets to avoid the bags being torn by tree branches and revealing their trail.

Seeing everyone carrying their assigned items, Dong Ku waved his hand and ordered, "Liu Zhong, Sun Tao, take them back for training. The rest, drive the trucks, let's leave here!"

Muzi and the others saluted, got into the trucks, started the remaining six undamaged trucks, threw the bodies off, and slowly drove away, ready to depart.

The hunters, who had entered the forest at intervals along the road, were amazed to see Muzi and the others in the trucks, especially that they could drive.

A hunter who knew Muzi said in disbelief, "You mean, Muzi, a rough guy, can actually drive that iron thing?"

"That's the result of the training Dong Commander talked about. In two months, you can do it too," another hunter said, shifting the heavy load on his back, looking forward to it.

The trucks gradually sped up, leaving the hunters behind in the forest, heading straight for Baoqing, leaving the battlefield, which had been bustling for nearly half an hour, completely quiet, with only the bodies on the road silently telling the story of the slaughter.

Two hours later, the motorcycle squad that had been heading to Mishan arrived. Soon, the Japanese from Mishan and Baoqing drove out of their camps, heading straight for the incident site.

Before nightfall, hundreds of Japanese gathered there, sorting the bodies and cleaning up the mess. In the forest, Japanese soldiers were everywhere, searching for the direction the group had disappeared.

"What? You mean the arrows used in the attack on Baoqing appeared there?"

Heiwajin Koshiro's hand holding the phone was trembling. He had been searching for a month without success, and was troubled by the disappearance of the Soviet team that had left a blood message and caused a massacre in Jiamusi. When he heard there was a clue, even he, who had been through many battles, couldn't help but be excited.

Calmly, Heiwajin Koshiro asked again, "You're sure it's the same crossbow arrow?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, even the arrowhead and the shaft were made by the same person," the other end confirmed.

"Yoshi!"

Heiwajin Koshiro was excited. He put down the phone and thought for a moment, first reporting the situation to Nanzirou, who was still in Jiamusi. After getting authorization, he borrowed the services of the Special Higher Police's Lieutenant Colonel Kamayama Yumi. Kamayama Yumi was the top detective in the Special Higher Police, with few cases unsolved, known as a detective in Japan. With him, he believed the encirclement and annihilation of the team would certainly succeed.

After borrowing Kamayama Yumi, Heiwajin Koshiro made a series of phone calls, and a series of telegrams were sent out.

Before nightfall, the bodies at the incident site were moved, the large holes on the road were filled, and the search direction was determined: towards Baoqing.

The reason for this judgment was that the seven trucks with Lieutenant Yanagida's team, except for one that was destroyed and blocked the road, the other six were missing. This further confirmed Heiwajin Koshiro's belief that this was the Soviet team he had been searching for.

He had reason to believe that only Soviet soldiers with strong national power could drive cars. Otherwise, only a few drivers in large Chinese units could drive, and mountain people were impossible. This ruled out the possibility of it being a Chinese resistance team.

As night fell, the devils from Hulin, Mishan, Baoqing, Qitaihe, and even Jixi rushed to the incident site, and along the way to Baoqing, every few hundred meters, there were 20-30 Japanese soldiers guarding the road, not three steps apart, but close enough to hear gunshots.

With these troops came fierce wolf dogs, specially called in by Heiwajin Koshiro to deal with the "Soviet" team in the mountains.

A large net was spread in the darkness, and Heiwajin Koshiro believed that nearly two regiments of troops were enough to encircle and annihilate this team.

While the vehicles were busy on the mountain road, Dong Ku and his group had already finished moving the supplies near Old Dragon Head. They spent most of the night carrying the food from the trucks to the Old Dragon Head forest, about ten kilometers from the abandoned vehicle site, and buried the food and some weapons in several locations. They then left for another camp by Baoqing River to meet with Shanzi, waiting for the upcoming battle.

They would stay there for at least ten days, or longer, to create a disturbance so that Liu Zhong could start the shooting training.