Chapter 96

Yumi Kamayama finished inspecting the scene and returned directly to Baoqing. There, apart from burying the bodies and dealing with the car wreckage, he was no longer needed. How could someone familiar with the Soviet team's style fall into a trap? His excessive caution also meant he did not know that the bullets that ambushed the transport convoy came from a hill 500 meters away.

On the third morning, on the mountain road between Baoqing and Qitaihe, two figures were busy in the grass at the base of a cliff, surrounded by a box of grenades and chunks of something resembling soap.

Similarly, on the road between Baoqing and Hulin, two figures were busy on a landslide-prone hillside in the mist.

In the direction of Jiamusi, two figures flashed under the Qixing River Bridge, holding what turned out to be electrical wires.

Shortly after, as the morning sun bathed the earth in golden light, a loud explosion shook the mountain road between Qitaihe and Baoqing. The cliffside was blasted into flying debris, and the trees and soil on the hillside collapsed with a roar.

Not long after, another loud explosion echoed on the mountain road between Baoqing and Hulin. The hillside trembled violently, and the entire slope separated from the mountain, burying the road beneath a mass of rocks and earth.

A loud explosion also rang out over the Qixing River. The old three-arch stone bridge, which had not yet collapsed under the weight of Soviet tanks, was blown to pieces by explosives.

Amidst the dust, three sidecar motorcycles sped towards Baoqing, reaching the vicinity in less than an hour.

Shunzi, who had been waiting there, reported the situation to Dongku upon his return.

Through the binoculars, Dongku saw that the soldiers in the camp had finished their morning exercises and were eating breakfast. His face, painted with camouflage, showed excitement as he gave the order to prepare.

"I've been preparing for two days; today is the day to take your life!" he muttered to himself, quietly waving his hand. He then took off his Type 38 rifle and M4A1 from his back, placed them in front of him, and arranged the ammunition from his backpack within easy reach, readying the modified Type 38 rifle.

At this moment, he was about 700 meters from the camp gate and over 500 meters from the outermost trench. He aimed at the sentry standing at the camp gate, waited for about a minute, and pulled the trigger.

With a soft "puff," a cloud of blood mist appeared around the head of the soldier at the camp gate, and his body fell backward.

The team members, who had already locked onto their targets, fired their guns the moment the sentry fell.

The machine gunner in the bunker was idly holding the machine gun, looking out through a small hole. Suddenly, an object flew into his field of vision. Before he could blink, a sharp pain hit him, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from his head, causing his body to collapse.

The sentries on the four corners of the camp's watchtowers also fell silently, with one even falling off the tower.

A Japanese soldier who had just finished urinating was passing by the tower when a thud sounded, and a fallen Japanese soldier landed at his feet.

"Ah!"

He was startled and let out an involuntary cry.

But before he could see who had fallen, a pain hit his head, and he lost consciousness.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The unusual situation was noticed by the Japanese soldiers in the distance. They shouted, raised their guns, and searched for the attackers.

In the bunker, five Japanese soldiers were on duty. When the machine gunner fell, they were momentarily stunned, but then realized it was an enemy attack. As the Japanese outside shouted, they picked up their machine guns and fired.

The machine guns roared, and a barrage of bullets rained down on the grass 300 meters away.

The Japanese in the watchtowers also rushed to the gun ports, extending their gun barrels to search for targets.

The sound of gunfire immediately caused chaos in the camp. Japanese soldiers poured out of the barracks, and after a brief commotion, they ran towards the trenches and watchtowers with their guns.

The sound of gunfire startled Heishan Koshiro, who grabbed his command sword and rushed out of the building, looking towards the camp gate 500 meters away.

At the moment he stopped, the machine gun fire ceased. The figures running out of the barracks fell silently to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

Kamayama Yumi also emerged from the barracks, holding a pistol and looking around in confusion.

Snipers!!!?

Heishan Koshiro was startled and quickly hid behind a corner of the barracks, raising his binoculars to look at the grass in front of the camp gate.

The area had been ravaged by machine gun fire, and his binoculars could not find any signs of fire or figures.

What kind of weapon is this?

As this thought crossed his mind, Kamayama Yumi ran to his side and leaned against the wall, saying, "Sir, it's that Soviet team."

"How can you be sure?"

Heishan Koshiro turned to look at Kamayama Yumi and asked.

"Their marksmanship is incredible. I saw that most of the fallen soldiers were shot in the head, similar to the situation when the supply convoy was ambushed two days ago."

"Souga..."

Heishan Koshiro became excited, drew his command sword, and roared, "Charge!!!"

A lieutenant, hearing Heishan Koshiro's shout, drew his command sword and charged towards the camp gate, howling.

With more people, Dongku and his team, despite their accurate shooting, could not stop the Japanese from stepping over their fallen comrades, crossing the camp gate, and jumping into the trenches.

Once in the trenches, they fired blindly in the direction of the bullets, quickly advancing along the communication trenches. Despite several soldiers falling, the lieutenant led his team to the first trench and quickly set up their guns to find targets.

But as soon as they showed their heads, a "puff" sounded, and their heads exploded, sending them back into the trench.

After several dozen of their comrades fell, the Japanese realized that the enemy's marksmanship was too accurate. Without specific targets, they could not suppress the enemy by exposing their guns. They could only passively take hits.

So, the Japanese all crouched down, hugging the edges of the trenches, waiting for the observers or the bunker to provide directions to attack and suppress the enemy.

"Hand grenades!!!"

The lieutenant shouted, "Target ahead, maximum range!"

With his shout, several thuds sounded, and black shadows flew out of the trenches towards the grass.

Explosions followed, but the range of the rifle grenades was only about 160 to 170 meters, not even reaching the grass.

Using the smoke and dust for cover, the observers and the assistant machine gunners in the bunkers tried to find targets, but as soon as they showed their heads, they were met with the silent, deadly bullets.

The smoke cover was ineffective; the enemy was completely unaffected.

"Have you found the direction of the shots?"

Heishan Koshiro stood in front of the barracks, holding his binoculars and searching carefully.

"There! About 400 meters from the first trench, smoke is rising from a mound."

Kamayama Yumi, standing in front of Heishan Koshiro, shouted.

Heishan Koshiro looked in the direction Kamayama Yumi pointed. He saw a faint smoke rising but no figures or muzzle flashes.

Heishan Koshiro could not see the attackers, but he suddenly realized that the enemy seemed to be few in number.

Understanding this, he pushed aside a soldier in front of him and roared, "They are few in number, charge!!!"

"Charge!!!"

The order was relayed to the trenches outside the camp gate.

The lieutenant in charge, panting, gritted his teeth, raised his command sword, and shouted, "Brave soldiers of the Empire! Charge!!!" He led the charge, running forward.

The Japanese, following the lieutenant, howled and surged over the trenches, ignoring the falling bodies of their comrades.

The human wave shielded the bullets. Even with two holes per shot, the bullets could not penetrate the wall of bodies. The Japanese charged out of the trenches and towards the grass in front.

At this moment, dense gunfire erupted from the grass. Ten Type 11 light machine guns unleashed a metal storm, tearing through the human wave and reducing the leading Japanese to blood and flesh, advancing without hindrance.

Thud, thud, thud...

A 92-type heavy machine gun fired from a mound. The bullets, passing through the blood mist, shredded the charging Japanese.

In the bunker, as the Japanese charged out of the trenches, the machine guns roared, firing at the machine gun positions. Although the distance was a bit far, it was still within range.

The moment the enemy machine guns fired, they suddenly stopped. The Japanese in the bunkers and watchtowers, who had been locked onto by Shunzi and his team, were sniped, causing the machine guns to fall silent before they could find their targets.

"Artillery! Artillery!!!"

Heishan Koshiro stood straight and roared.

Following his shout, several Japanese quickly set up six Type 11 70mm mortars. The ammunition boxes were opened, and a mortarman, holding a shell in each hand, crouched beside each mortar, waiting for the range to be calibrated.

At this moment, from the bushes 500 meters away, a silenced gun barrel extended. The face behind the scope, painted with camouflage, showed no emotion. With steady breathing, the trigger was gently pulled.

Puff!

A bullet shot towards the newly set up artillery position. Before the main gunner could lower his extended thumb, adjust the mortar, and fire a test shot, a burst of fire and a violent shockwave from the ammunition box instantly blew up the six mortars, tearing apart the twenty-odd Japanese. Unexploded shells flew in all directions, landing dozens of meters away.

Amidst the intense explosion, the guards behind Heishan Koshiro pounced on him, pushing him to the ground amidst the terrifying sound of shrapnel piercing flesh.

The explosion a hundred meters away knocked the commanders off their feet, and several captains and lieutenants fell in pools of blood from the flying shrapnel.

"Damn!"

Heishan Koshiro, pushing the bodies off him amidst the dust and smoke, shook his dazed head and roared in anger.

Kamayama Yumi, hit by shrapnel on his shoulder but still conscious, instinctively judged that the explosion at the artillery position was not an accident. As Heishan Koshiro tried to sit up, he shouted, "Protect the lieutenant colonel!"

Huzi, seeing the dust and zero visibility, muttered, "You lucky bastard."

After muttering, he quickly retreated into the bushes and circled towards Dongku's position.

If not for Dongku's order to hold fire until the enemy artillery position was destroyed, Kamayama Yumi and Heishan Koshiro would already be dead. Huzi, who had spent time in Harbin and was familiar with Japanese ranks, had resisted the urge to shoot Heishan Koshiro to avoid being discovered and to destroy their artillery position.

At this moment, the Japanese who had charged out of the ring of trenches outside the camp gate had left hundreds of bodies and retreated to their positions. No one dared to approach the gun ports of the bunkers and watchtowers, as the marksmanship was too accurate.

For a moment, they could only hide helplessly, unable to even fire a shot. Even if they quickly peeked and retreated, they could not see the attackers, and the light machine guns that had cleared the grass had disappeared. Only the 92-type heavy machine gun, standing alone a few hundred meters away, still pointed its barrel, but no one was beside it.

Trapped...

Heishan Koshiro, surrounded by his guards, realized they were trapped.

"Request reinforcements, hold the position!"

This was the most appropriate order Heishan Koshiro thought at the moment...

PS: Bowing in gratitude to Laojie Ganzhiyanhua for the tip, thank you, thank you!

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