The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 243: Breaking through the siege of life and death, slashing the enemy with a sharp blade

At daybreak, the Japanese special forces, which had been retreating step by step, made a comeback with the help of several armed ninja scouts. They were armed with MP35 submachine guns and rushed towards the direction where Lei Tao and his men were hiding.

A short, burly Japanese special forces soldier, using a roadside boulder as cover, cautiously surveyed his surroundings before signaling his comrades to attack. Then, he suddenly emerged from behind the boulder, submachine gun raised, and without warning, he launched a furious barrage of bullets. Instantly, a barrage of bullets poured out like a torrential rain, stirring up dust and sending twigs and branches flying everywhere.

"Scatter!" Lei Tao reacted quickly, shouting loudly. His comrades, upon hearing the command, quickly rolled over in different directions, each seeking cover. However, the hail of bullets was too intense, and two soldiers were unable to evade the attack. Tragically, they were shot in the head and instantly collapsed in a pool of blood. As the morning light streamed down, the blood quickly spread across the ground, a horrifying sight.

Seeing their comrades, whom they had lived with day and night, sacrificed in an instant, the remaining soldiers were filled with grief and indignation. Their eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and their grief instantly transformed into a raging rage. Huang Hu hid behind a tree, his teeth chattering as he leaned forward with his Scorpion submachine gun, firing a burst of bullets in the direction of the Japanese fire while roaring, "You damned little Japs, give me your life!"

Meanwhile, several armed ninja scouts darted swiftly through the trees, their figures appearing and disappearing like ghosts. Using the trees as cover, they silently swerved to flank Lei Tao and his men. One of the ninjas seized the opportunity, quickly drawing a shuriken from his waist, and hurled it forcefully at the warrior Wang Kexu. Sensing the approaching danger, Wang Kexu, with his nimble reflexes, dodged to the side. The shuriken grazed the edge of his clothes and, with a thud, pierced the nearby tree trunk.

Seeing this, the other special forces of the Japanese special forces team continued to suppress the firepower of Lei Tao and others with submachine guns, while cautiously advancing in a fan-shaped formation. At this moment, Lei Tao was hiding behind a dirt slope. He quickly replaced the magazine of his Scorpion submachine gun and then took out an MP35 submachine gun and several matching magazines from the Bagua gyroscope space. After turning around, he shouted to Zhao Jianhou in the nearby position, "Hey, take the gun!"

Zhao Jianhou heard the shout and quickly turned around, steadily catching the MP35 submachine gun thrown by Lei Tao. He skillfully checked the gun body, confirming that the magazine was tightly locked in and the safety was in the correct position.

"Thank you!" Zhao Jianhou shouted, then poked his gun out of the bunker and fired fiercely at the approaching Japanese special forces. The powerful firepower of the MP35 submachine gun instantly suppressed the Japanese offensive, forcing them to temporarily stop and look for more advantageous cover.

At the same time, Lei Tao, armed with his Scorpion Charge, emerged from the other side of the slope, engaging Zhao Jianhou in a crossfire. The Scorpion Charge fired at an extremely high rate, its bullets pouring down upon the Japanese troops like water. With their close coordination, the Japanese special forces' seemingly tight fan-shaped encirclement began to falter.

Seizing this opportunity, Lei Tao shouted, "Charge!" He led his comrades out of cover, their weapons drawn, and launched a fierce counterattack. Attacked from both sides, the Japanese gradually gave way and began to retreat. But they continued to resist, firing as they retreated.

During the retreat, a Japanese special forces soldier, hiding behind a tree, quietly took aim at the pursuing Zhao Jianhou. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the sharp-eyed Sun Tianli spotted the danger. Without hesitation, Sun Tianli shouted, "Xiao Zhao, be careful!" Recklessly, he lunged at Zhao Jianhou. With a relentless bang, the bullet mercilessly struck Sun Tianli in the back, sending him plummeting to the ground.

Zhao Jianhou hurriedly picked up Lao Sun, tears streaming down his face: "Lao Sun, Lao Sun, wake up!" Sun Tianli was breathing weakly, and said intermittently: "Don't... don't worry about me, kill the devils..." Before he finished speaking, he died.

Witnessing this scene, Lei Tao's inner rage was completely ignited, and he secretly resolved to activate his secret technique. Instantly, a powerful force erupted within him, unleashing his full potential. His figure became as swift as lightning, and with a speed unseen by ordinary people, he charged forward with lightning speed. He fired relentlessly, killing the Japanese special forces soldiers before him one by one.

The bullets quickly ran out, and Lei Tao quickly drew the dagger from his waist. At this moment, he noticed a ninja engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Hu Hansi. Like a ghost, Lei Tao rushed to the ninja's right side. Before the ninja could react, he raised his sword and slashed, severing the tendons in his hand holding the sword. The ninja screamed, dropped his sword, and retreated repeatedly, clutching the wound.

Hu Hansi took this opportunity, shouted loudly, clenched the bayonet in his hands, and stabbed the ninja's abdomen. The ninja was unable to dodge and was pierced through the body by the bayonet, and fell to the ground powerlessly.

After finishing off the ninja, Lei Tao was just about to take a breath when suddenly, a dangerous aura struck him. He instantly realized the deadly danger. He instinctively felt a bullet flying towards him.

In this crucial, life-or-death moment, Lei Tao's inner strength, unleashed by his secret technique, erupted instantly. His body, as if swept by lightning, reacted with near-ghostly speed. With the swiftness of an afterimage, he pushed Hu Hansi aside and dovetailed through the hail of bullets. Several bullets whizzed past the edges of his clothes, then struck the nearby tree with a series of "puff, puff" sounds, sending wood chips flying.

Lei Tao didn't hesitate or panic at all. While the enemy was reloading, he rushed in the direction of the bullets like a cheetah. In the chaotic battlefield environment, he dodged left and right, cleverly using various cover to conceal his figure, and quickly approached the Japanese special forces soldier.

The Japanese special forces soldier had clearly not expected Lei Tao to dodge such intense fire, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. But years of military training had quickly brought him back to his senses, and he hastily cocked his rifle, ready to fire again. But he was still a step too slow.

Lei Tao had already approached him, his eyes wide with anger. With a roar, he used all his strength to slam his shoulder into the chest of the Japanese special forces soldier. This collision, filled with Lei Tao's anger and power, directly knocked the Japanese special forces soldier back several meters. The special forces soldier fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and spitting blood from his mouth.

But Lei Tao did not stop at all. He was like a mad beast, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe. He exerted force on his feet and rushed to the side of the fallen Japanese special forces soldier like an arrow.

The Japanese special forces soldier was no ordinary man either. Despite being severely injured, he still managed to stand up. Just as he put his hands on the ground, bent his knees slightly, and tried to climb up, Lei Tao reacted like lightning, and his right hand quickly grabbed the dagger at his waist.

A flash of cold light revealed the dagger firmly in his grasp. Lei Tao's eyes betrayed a fierce murderous intent, his arm muscles tensed, poised for action. The Japanese special forces soldier raised his head, met Lei Tao's icy gaze with horror. Before he could react, Lei Tao swung his right arm violently, and the dagger, with a whirring sound, pierced the Japanese special forces soldier's heart.

With a muffled "puff," the dagger sank deep into the Japanese special forces soldier's chest. The soldier's eyes widened, his mouth gaping, as if he wanted to scream, but no sound came out. His body twitched a few times, and then he fell heavily to the ground, motionless. Lei Tao pulled the dagger out with all his might, and blood dripped down the blade, staining the ground a crimson.

After dispatching the special forces soldier, Lei Tao and Hu Hansi quickly reunited with their comrades. Although the Japanese troops on the battlefield had suffered heavy casualties, some still held out. Looking around, Lei Tao spotted a nearby Japanese machine gun position, which was pouring relentless fire in their direction, preventing his comrades from advancing.

Lei Tao gave Hu Hansi a look, and in tacit understanding, the two men crept toward the machine gun position. They exploited the terrain's cover, deftly avoiding the Japanese's line of sight. When they were just a dozen meters from the machine gun position, Lei Tao held his breath, his muscles tensed, ready to strike. Suddenly, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, he leaped up, his entire strength channeled into his right arm. With a whirring sound, he hurled the dagger like a bolt of black lightning.

The dagger slashed through the air in a sharp arc, piercing the machine gunner's throat with unerring precision. The machine gunner's eyes widened suddenly, filled with terror and disbelief. A muffled grunt escaped his throat, and his hands instinctively reached for his neck, trying to grasp the deadly dagger, but it was too late. His body swayed, and then he fell straight to the ground, dropping the machine gun in his hands. The firing stopped instantly.

Another Japanese soldier, hiding behind a machine gun emplacement, watched his comrade fall. A flash of panic crossed his eyes, but years of military training quickly brought him back to his senses. He lunged forward, reaching to pick up the machine gun and resume firing, when Hu Hansi, like a ghost, swooped in. Hu Hansi, agile and nimble, leaped high, his right leg arcing through the air, landing a powerful kick on the Japanese soldier's wrist. With a sharp cry of pain, the Japanese soldier's wrist gave way, and he instantly released his grip on the machine gun.

As Hu Hansi landed, his right hand swiftly pulled a dagger from his waist. His eyes were cold, and without hesitation, he plunged the dagger into the Japanese soldier's heart. The dagger sank deep into the soldier's heart. The soldier opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His body twitched a few times before he slowly collapsed, completely motionless.

Hu Hansi reached for the hilt of the dagger, ready to pull it from the corpse. The moment he pulled it out, a stream of blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing squarely onto his face. Hu Hansi reflexively narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowed in a frown, his face filled with disgust. He raised his hand and rubbed it vigorously across his face, sloppily wiping away the warm, sticky blood.

Then, he bent down, picked up the clothes of a nearby Japanese soldier, and carefully wiped the blood off the dagger. After wiping, he turned the dagger in his hand and put it back at his waist. Then, he spat at the Japanese soldier's body and said, "Damn, bad luck!"