Chapter 122: Slaying the Pack of Wolves (Part 1)

  The moment the first man of Matsudaira Nagayoshi's large army stepped into the ambush position, Dong Li Mao began to silently count the time. To walk through a section of road about 200-300 meters long would take about three to five minutes. He quietly listened to the footsteps of men and mules, patiently waiting.

  A good hunter must have patience and will not expose himself to scare the prey until it is within shooting range or he has a clear shot.

  Dong Li Mao was born a good hunter, and from the first battle after crossing over, his innate ability to kill enemies has been sublimated in battle after battle. Now, Dong Li Mao is no longer a novice who knows nothing about war. Even if he were to command a regiment, division or even an army now, it would not be impossible. The saying "growing up in battle" refers to people like him. Although he failed the college entrance exam twice, true heroes are not judged by whether they pass or fail the exam. In fact, he has proven that on the battlefield, he is no worse than those famous generals and marshals. At a young age of just over 20, and having never been in contact with military affairs before, he can command calmly, respond steadily, plan carefully, lead by example, and love his soldiers like his own children... All these advantages are possessed by Dong Li Mao. The only regret is that he does not belong to this era, otherwise, relying on his own abilities, he could also become a great man who opens up new territories.

  Dong Li Mao was patient, but the special agents and other brothers didn't have much patience, they were all wondering in their hearts why Commander Lian hadn't given the order to blow the charge horn yet. Especially Hu San, who was so anxious that he couldn't sit still, used his hand to poke Dong Li Mao's arm, put the horn to his mouth, opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, meaning to remind Dong Li Mao that it was time to blow the horn.

  Dong Li Mao understood Hu San's meaning and shook his head slightly, thinking it was not yet time.

  The horsemen walking in the front were almost approaching the exit, and a machine gunner guarding there saw the enemy getting closer and closer, but did not hear the charge, so they dared not fire, anxious to the point that their hands itched, and the fingers on the trigger were sweating.

  Just as Jing Shang was loudly urging everyone to follow him and temporarily halt their advance, Dong Li Mao finally spoke up:

  "Sound the charge!"

  Hu San quickly flipped his body over, lying on the ground with the trumpet pointing towards the sky, and played his most skilled technique, blowing the trumpet louder than ever before.

  Dong Li Mao's submachine gun, at the moment the charge sounded, burst into a loud roar. Whether it was human or mule, under his gun, a stream of deep red blood gushed out from those unclothed Japanese devils' bodies. They didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before they fell to the ground, their lives lost in the wilderness. The mules' lives were longer than humans', and after being shot, several mules let out a few final long cries, falling to the ground and kicking their legs wildly, finally relieved of the burden of carrying heavy loads.

  The special agent soldiers who were ambushing on both sides of the road, after hearing Hu San blow the charge horn, almost simultaneously pulled the trigger. They came up with a unified volley, as neat as if they had practiced countless times in advance. The muzzles were slightly raised, and the targets were the people and mules in the middle of the road. The loudest sound was from Zhang Dali's machine gun squad. That kind of machine gun sounded very confident, not to mention human bodies, even the large body of a mule was penetrated by the machine gun bullets, and hot blood gushed out with a pungent smell.

  Wang Jiagui led the sniper squad, and as soon as the charge sounded, they sprang into action like monkeys, swiftly climbing up the big tree. Wang Jiagui saw through his scope that any horse or person who entered the ambush circle was shot dead, but he noticed that there were no followers at the entrance, starting to take weapons from the pack horses. This shocked him, and he loudly shouted to the surrounding sniper squad soldiers: "Brothers! Shoot at those people taking guns behind!" After saying this, he saw a tall, muscular man unloading a mortar from a pack horse. Wang Jiagui decisively aimed his scope's crosshairs at the man's forehead and shot him in the head. Next, a Japanese devil had already lifted a machine gun onto the boulder where Longgui had stood earlier. Wang Jiagui didn't wait for him to take cover and shot through his chest with one bullet. Then, he aimed his scope at the person called Inoue, seeing him shouting orders to the people below. Knowing this was the commander Dong Limao had mentioned, Wang Jiagui aimed his scope's crosshairs at a point slightly outside Inoue's right breast and fired, seeing a crimson blood mist spray from his chest. Inoue fell backward onto the boulder.

  Other snipers in the class, each played their part, as long as they saw someone taking weapons from the mule, they shot and killed them with one bullet, their excellent performance stopped the enemy who did not enter the ambush circle from acting, and well covered the comrades who were shooting enemies on the roadside.

  A machine gun squad guarding the road junction in front heard the charge bugle, but did not rush to fire. Instead, they followed Dong Li Mao's orders and remained quietly in their concealed positions, waiting for the dozen or so vanguard scouts who had gone ahead to return. The Japanese troops on the road, except for a few startled mules that ran towards them, did not come running out of the exit.

  After Dong Li Mao finished a clip, Hu San's charging number also stopped. His clip hadn't even had time to fire a single bullet yet. At this point, the gunfire from almost both sides of the road had stopped. So Hu San could only take out a hand grenade and throw it towards the middle of the road together with Dong Li Mao.

  Almost at the same time, there were continuous explosions of hand grenades on the road. Dong Li Mao drew his pistol and held it in his left hand, while holding a machete in his right hand. He suddenly stood up and let out a loud shout: "Kill..." Before he had even finished speaking, he charged towards the road where the smoke had not yet dispersed. He didn't even bother to look at Song Xiaolong and others who were still outside the ambush circle. Even if he had looked, it's unlikely that he would have been able to see clearly due to the dense smoke. He saw a person who was not dead, wearing only underwear, struggling to get up from the ground, trying to grab a gun from the fallen mule on the ground. Dong Li Mao rushed over and swung his machete down from behind the man's back with great force. The man let out a blood-curdling scream as his back was split open from the nape of his neck to his buttocks, his severed spine cracking open, and his internal organs spilling out during his final struggle.

  After Dong Li Mao killed the man, there were no more living devils around him. He glanced around and saw that the brothers of the Special Service Corps had all rushed out, killing those devils who had not died on the road. The mournful cries echoed in the valley, making the entire valley seem like a terrifying hell.

  Hu San held a submachine gun in his left hand and an axe in his right, following Dong Li Mao as they ran out of the thicket. He didn't see anyone he could attack, so he fixed his gaze on the entrance to the valley because he heard scattered gunfire from Wang Jia Gui's group and the sound of people shouting and horses neighing from that direction. As soon as he looked, he was startled and hastily shouted loudly at Dong Li Mao: "Company Commander! Look quickly..."

  Dong Li Mao heard Hu San's exclamation and looked in the direction he was pointing, and suddenly became stupid. He saw that people who had not yet entered the ambush circle were hastily unloading their guns from the horse-drawn carts. The sporadic gunfire of Wang Jia Gui and others continued to ring out. Fortunately, there was still Wang Jia Gui's sniper squad. If not, when they were killing the remaining little devils, Song Xia Long Gui's remaining men had already begun to sweep in this direction. Dong Li Mao loudly shouted at Zhang Da Li: "Heavy machine gun..."

  After Zhang Dalie finished shooting a magazine of his submachine gun, he picked up the machete and rushed out of the bush. However, none of the people or mules in front of him were left alive. He then ran to the side of another soldier who had just killed a Japanese devil but was unaware of two wounded devils behind him picking up guns that had fallen from the horse packs. Zhang Dalie shot one with his left-handed pistol and rushed to the other, beheading the devil who was about to fire with one slash of his machete. The white brain matter splattered onto him, some even getting into his mouth, making him feel nauseous from the stench. He spat out a mouthful of saliva and heard Dong Li Mao's shout, responding with "I'm over here..."

  Dong Li Mao heard Zhang Da Li's response and immediately ordered: "There are devils at the rear entrance! You and the machine gun squad brothers, quickly pick up the machine guns! Follow me to charge towards the devils!" After Dong Li Mao finished speaking, he took out a machine gun with a magazine from a mule that was still kicking its legs on the ground.

  Zhao Yong rushed out of the bushes and encountered a Japanese devil who had immediately fallen to the ground after hearing the sound of gunfire, narrowly escaping disaster. However, the entire devil was shaken by the explosion of the hand grenade, causing his head to buzz loudly, and he dazedly saw Zhao Yong jump out of the bushes. This devil seemed to have come back to life like a fish, making a sudden leap from the left side, but due to the dense smoke, Zhao Yong didn't see him in time. He was busy killing another Japanese devil who had been shot in the leg on his right side. Just as he beheaded this devil, the one from the left pounced on him and knocked him to the ground. The pistol in Zhao Yong's left hand flew out of his grasp. He tried to turn around and use his right-hand knife to slash at the Japanese devil who had knocked him down, but it was too late. This devil was no ordinary person; he seemed to have learned sumo wrestling, and once he grabbed hold of his opponent, he could immediately throw them halfway to death. With both hands grasping Zhao Yong's clothes, he wouldn't let go of this opportunity. He shouted loudly and used all his strength to fling Zhao Yong several meters away. Zhao Yong was thrown so hard that he became dizzy and disoriented, struggling to get back up from the ground. However, the Japanese devil had already taken a step forward and picked up the pistol that Zhao Yong had dropped. As he raised his right hand halfway, before he could even aim, his entire arm suddenly separated from his body. He didn't fall down but instead turned around to see who had cut off his arm. Before his head could fully turn towards the person behind him, it flew off his body and landed right in front of Zhao Yong's eyes. On this severed head, a pair of eyeballs were still rolling around, seemingly unable to believe that his head was no longer attached to his body.