A grenade exploded, sending a blast of air rushing forward. Leitao rolled through the mud outside the house, sprang to his feet, and gripped his M1911 pistol, scanning his surroundings with sharp vigilance. The mountain stronghold was a chaotic mess of gunfire and shouting.
Meanwhile, Liu Zishan, Chen Feiyang, and the rest of the Netherworld squad had already led a group of the stronghold’s finest fighters in executing the trap Leitao had secretly arranged. They were spread out across key positions, weapons ready, waiting in silence. When a Japanese Army task force of over fifty men infiltrated the stronghold, Liu Zishan and his men raised their Thompson submachine guns and opened fire with a concentrated burst. As one Japanese soldier fell, Liu roared, "Fire! Take these sons of bitches down! Leitao said no survivors!" No sooner had he spoken than the other hidden team members pulled their triggers in unison. A barrage of gunfire rained down like a storm. The Japanese task force was caught completely off guard; they had expected a stealthy infiltration, only to walk straight into the meticulously laid trap. Under the hail of bullets, the Japanese soldiers fell one after another, their blood staining the mud. Still, the survivors did not give up easily; they reacted quickly, scrambling for cover to return fire. A fierce firefight broke out between the two sides.
Hearing the gunfire, Leitao knew the battle had begun. He rushed to the entrance of the living room, pulled a stun…
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