In those tense, critical moments, Leitao and his men raced against the clock at the artillery position to set up their final trap. Each man grabbed a shell from the crates. Relying on their familiarity with these mountain woods and their superb military skills, they laid the shells along the path the Japanese Army would inevitably take to advance, carefully rigging them with tripwires. Every movement was swift and precise; none of them dared slacken for a second.
Meanwhile, Leitao set to work dismantling the mortar. Pulling out specialized tools, his hands moved deftly over its critical components, quickly disabling it. His eyes were focused and calm, refusing to overlook any detail that the Japanese Army might exploit. He meticulously checked every part of the mortar to ensure no vital pieces were left intact. Next, he took out an explosive charge and methodically rigged a detonator to it. The entire process was executed in one seamless motion, a testament to his steady composure and resolve.
From the foot of the hill in the distance, the shouts and heavy footsteps of the Japanese Army echoed, growing clearer by the second. They had clearly noticed the artillery position and were rushing up toward them. Leitao's hands moved even faster, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, yet his expression remained perfectly composed as he methodically continued his work.
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