The Japanese soldiers' blood sprayed across the surrounding grass. The soldiers behind them were not spared either; steel pellets poured down like a torrential rain. Many were struck in their limbs, bones shattering and flesh tearing; some were hit in the face, their features instantly pulverized in a gruesome sight; others took hits to the chest, collapsing into the dirt and struggling in agony, coughing up great mouthfuls of blood as they left a crimson pool on the ground. This sudden, devastating blow threw the Japanese ranks into instant chaos and panic. Their offensive came to a screeching halt, leaving only the sounds of moaning and cries of pain echoing through the valley.
Hearing the explosions, the group knew the Japanese would launch another assault soon. Hu Hansi and the others exchanged glances, seeing both worry and resolve in each other’s eyes. Gritting their teeth, they took hold of the unconscious Huang Hu, gripped the rope tightly, and began a slow descent.
Leitao, meanwhile, turned alone to face the direction of the approaching Japanese special ops unit. He crouched low, moving with agility, and silently concealed himself within the thorny thicket of the woods. He drew a deep breath and quickly retrieved a VSS Vintorez from the Bagua Spinning Top Space. After skillfully loading an extended 30-round magazine, he dropped to one knee, braced the stock firmly against his shoulder, and peered through the scope. His eyes scanned the smoke-filled area with the sh…
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