Chapter 94

After the Longxiang opened for a month, the hunters who had undergone a month of hellish training were now quietly lying in the forest beside the Jiamusi to Baoqing road, their eyes fixed on the road.

They had been lying in ambush for two days, enduring the bites of mosquitoes but remaining motionless.

Occasionally, a patrol team composed of puppet troops and collaborators would pass by on the road 500 meters away, but they had not seen a single Japanese soldier.

Dong Kula came here not to set up an ambush but to continue training the troops, so he did not care whether Japanese soldiers passed by or not. After all, they were in hiding, and it didn't matter much whether they saw any Japanese soldiers or not.

Shunzi quietly unbuttoned his pants and urinated, having held it for two days. He had just fastened his pants and turned back to lie down when he heard the sound of motorcycles.

"There's business!"

He quickly raised his binoculars and looked in the direction of the sound.

At the same time, Dong Kula had already locked onto the target. It was a patrol team consisting of three motorcycles, each equipped with a machine gun, and the last motorcycle had a Japanese soldier carrying a radio.

He raised his hand and made the gesture to attack.

The moment the enemy was spotted, the binoculars of the temporary squad leaders, including Shunzi and Mangzi, all turned to Dong Kula's position. Upon seeing the attack order, they quietly relayed the command to prepare for the attack to their team members.

The Japanese soldiers on the motorcycles were holding binoculars, looking cautiously and slowly into the forest on both sides of the road as they drove towards Baoqing.

Just as they turned a corner and appeared on a straight road, the driver of the lead motorcycle suddenly felt a lightness behind him. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the machine gunner in the sidecar tilt back, his head enveloped in a mist. Before he could figure out what was happening, his head suddenly ached, his vision went black, and the motorcycle crashed into the roadside with his body.

At the moment the lead motorcycle lost control and crashed into the roadside, the second and third motorcycles also lost control. The Japanese soldiers on the motorcycles were all shot in the head, and the motorcycles flipped over, making screeching and crashing sounds.

In just a few seconds, only one motorcycle remained, perhaps because the driver had not let go of the throttle, emitting black smoke and a continuous "put-put" sound. None of the Japanese soldiers were still breathing.

The surroundings were quiet, except for the decelerating sound of the motorcycle engine, even the insects had stopped chirping, startled by the sudden crash.

The sniping was over, and all the temporary squad leaders' binoculars turned to Dong Kula's position. Dong Kula made a gesture to stay hidden and quietly lay down.

All the hunters saw the effect. Although they knew that targets could be hit from 500 meters away, they still found it hard to believe that the battle could be resolved so easily. It was too simple.

At this moment, the sound of motorcycles was heard again, and another team of three motorcycles approached.

Could it be a big fish?

Dong Kula put down his binoculars and raised his hand to give the attack order, still pondering in his mind.

Shortly, the motorcycles turned the corner and appeared on the straight road.

As soon as they turned the corner, the Japanese soldiers on the motorcycles saw the situation on the road a few dozen meters ahead and immediately applied the brakes, preparing to stop.

At this moment, some were shot in the head, and others suddenly had several blood holes in their bodies. The motorcycles flipped over on the road with screeching brake sounds.

One Japanese soldier was lucky enough to avoid being hit. After rolling a few meters on the road, he was about to get up and run for his life when he suddenly felt several foreign objects penetrate his body. Before he could figure out what was happening, his thoughts stopped with the rolling.

The attack was over, and Dong Kula raised his hand to make several gestures. Then, several figures quickly darted out of the forest, and in a few breaths, they had separated the grass and rushed to the road. They first stabbed the dead bodies, then dragged the motorcycles and bodies into the roadside grass. They sprinkled dry soil on the bloodstains and fiddled with the grass on both sides of the road before quickly disappearing.

Less than three minutes after they disappeared, the sound of a convoy of vehicles was heard, and a fleet of vehicles appeared in the field of view.

Could it be no one?

Dong Kula looked and saw a total of 21 trucks, with machine guns mounted on the lead, tail, and middle vehicles, seemingly well-defended, as if carrying important figures.

Could it be that good luck? To encounter a big fish on the first day of practical training?

Dong Kula himself could hardly believe his luck. After waiting for two days, a big fish finally appeared.

Regardless of who the target was, he would not give up the attack. After a brief moment of thought, he decisively gave the order to attack.

The trucks steadily drove past the corner and entered the straight road.

In the lead truck, a lieutenant was leaning on a command sword, boredly looking at the road ahead. Suddenly, a faint sound, like something piercing glass, reached his ears amidst the roar of the engine. Then, the truck swerved and plunged into a pile of sand and gravel by the roadside.

"Enemy attack!?"

His mind raced, and he quickly crouched down to look at the driver.

When he saw the driver, he gasped. A blood hole was oozing a mixture of blood and white matter from the center of the driver's forehead, and he was already dead.

In the violent collision, he confirmed a fact: it was indeed an enemy attack!

At the moment the lead truck crashed into the roadside, the next two trucks lost control and veered into the roadside drainage ditches, blocking the road.

At the same time, the last three trucks in the convoy also lost control, either tilting into the ditches or blocking the road, sealing off the escape route.

In the chaos, the Japanese soldiers on the trucks either had their heads explode or had blood holes in their bodies, but they could not find the direction of the attack or hear any gunshots.

As for the five machine guns, the one on the lead truck had already fallen off with the driver, and the remaining four machine gunners were lying on the gun stocks, ignoring the chaos around them.

"Enemy attack!!"

Doors of the trucks opened, and figures jumped out, shouting, "Quickly find cover, locate the source of the attack."

Unfortunately, the silent deaths continued. Their companions either had their heads explode or had blood holes in their bodies, but they could not find the direction of the attack or hear any gunshots.

Rattling... Rattling... Two machine guns spewed flames, and dense bullet chains swept the area, breaking branches and leaves of trees 100-200 meters away.

Bang... Bang...

The Japanese soldiers hiding behind the trucks fired aimlessly, trying to find the source of the attack.

The machine guns fired for only a few seconds before falling silent, and the machine gunners rolled off the tops of the trucks.

"Find cover! Set up a defensive position, call for reinforcements!"

A short, fat Japanese lieutenant colonel shouted from beside a tire.

In the chaos, some soldiers heard the order and began to organize a defense. A soldier carrying a radio crawled along a shallow ditch from the hiding truck to the lieutenant colonel.

Shortly, a radio wave flew into the sky amidst the scattered gunfire.

"Turns out this isn't a big fish, just a supply convoy..."

Dong Kula muttered, put down his headphones, and took out an M4A1 from his back. He loaded a tracer bullet with a green tip and a red stripe into the magazine, aimed at the soldier carrying the radio, and gently pulled the trigger.

Puff!

The bullet flew out of the barrel with a light sound. A hundred meters away, a red flash of light shot straight at the soldier still receiving the message. Under the astonished gaze of the commander, the radio was pierced, and it sparked and smoked.

"What is this?"

The unknown fear made the lieutenant colonel scream in terror, but before his scream could finish, the soldiers crouching beside him fell to the ground one by one with a puff.

"No..."

Before he could finish his word, his head felt numb, and the sensation of foreign objects penetrating his skull made his thoughts stop.

The tracer bullet sounded the horn for the attack. The snipers in the ambush positions all pulled the triggers at the same moment. When the tracer bullet hit the target, bullets came from all directions, drilling into the bodies of the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the trucks and in the shallow ditches.

Amidst the screams and the sound of bodies hitting the ground, the Japanese soldiers completely broke down. There were no gunshots, no visible flames, and the shooting was incredibly accurate, either causing heads to explode or creating blood holes in the chest. Even those who were injured quickly had another blood hole in their bodies.

"Ah!"

A Japanese soldier, in a state of panic, ran towards the ditch, trying to hide in the grass. As his foot stepped into the grass, a loud explosion sent him flying back into the ditch.

He was not the only one trying to hide in the grass. As the explosions continued, one after another, all the positions were in the grass by the ditch. Those who tried to crawl into the grass or run into the bushes were blown back.

In the smoke, the deaths did not stop. The Japanese soldiers fell helplessly to the ground. There were landmines in the grass by the ditch, but the ditch could not stop the silent and deadly attacks. The Japanese soldiers, without command, ran around in a frenzy and fell to the ground as they tried to escape.

Only the soldiers who hid under the trucks survived. The explosion fragments could not reach them, and the silent and deadly attacks temporarily spared them, allowing them to tremble and survive.

The one-sided slaughter, with precise shooting, lasted less than ten minutes. The entire 200-meter road was left without a single standing soldier.

The Japanese soldiers under the trucks, in fear, still could not find the direction of the attack. As the running and screaming stopped, they all prepared to leave the trucks.

But at this moment, smoke-filled grenades rolled under the trucks, and amidst the terrified screams of the Japanese soldiers, they exploded in a series of booms.

The explosions made the trucks sway, but the power was not enough to overturn or destroy them. However, the Japanese soldiers under the trucks, with their flesh and blood, could not withstand the shock waves. Even if they were not killed by the explosions, the shrapnel bouncing off the metal parts of the trucks ended their terror.

"Let me see what good things Heian Kusuo wants?"

After clearing the battlefield, Dong Kula came to a truck with the tarpaulin lifted and looked at the supplies inside.

Could Heian Kusuo be planning to stay in Baoqing permanently?

The trucks full of food left Dong Kula puzzled. When did the Japanese army use this method to supply their troops? Even if they transported supplies, it was mostly for replenishment, and most were requisitioned locally. Why else would they invade? If it were for the troops, a few large trucks of food were clearly not for a small unit.

After looking at a few trucks, Dong Kula shouted, "Take all the bullets, and each person takes five grenades. Carry as much food as possible, and destroy the rest on the spot."

After shouting, Dong Kula put down his backpack, which contained only two packs of compressed biscuits and 500 bullets, and opened the box of bullets that Shunzi handed down, pouring all the bullets into his backpack.