Chapter 1053: The Warehouse Emptied Out

As Milai was halfway through his sentence, He Yuzhu suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at him.

"How did you know about 'Shadow' in the first place?"

Milai was stunned for a moment before he spoke: "It's a long story. M Country approached me back then, wanting me to fight the Government Army. I took the money, but my foundation was too thin at the time; I simply couldn't chew on such a tough bone. They turned their backs faster than flipping a book, immediately switching to support my rivals. But those guys were also the type to swallow money without spitting out the bones; they took the benefits but didn't do a single thing. M Country had no choice, so they circled back to me.

I took that opportunity to haggle with them, and after going back and forth, I became a familiar face, and quite a bit of inside information reached my ears. That was when I first heard the name 'Shadow'."

He Yuzhu did not continue to press him; he just nodded faintly, turned around, and dropped a single sentence: "Don't let your men sit idle. Once I make my move, you press forward from the front and push ahead while their ranks are in chaos."

A light instantly ignited in Milai's eyes, and he replied repeatedly: "No problem!" After saying this, he turned and ran outside, shouting for his men to assemble.

He Yuzhu didn't wait for him to talk any more nonsense; he walked straight out of the side gate of the manor and, following the direction pointed out by the informant, plunged into the dense forest.

About half an hour later, he quietly crept to the flank of this Kachin State unit.

Raising his Telescope to look, this bunch was truly arrogant; a Tank was charging at the very front, firing a shell forward every few minutes, and the soil blasted into the air covered the sky and blocked out the sun.

The truck beds behind were packed with soldiers, standing on the vehicles and fooling around, their hats crooked, never expecting that danger had already found them.

He Yuzhu didn't look for long; he circled a wide arc from the flank and rushed directly to a position about one kilometer ahead of the enemy.

The dirt road in front of him was wedged between two patches of forest, a natural ambush pocket.

With a thought, he utilized his space to bury a large number of anti-tank mines underground.

Along both sides of the road, behind the grass and bushes, he laid down dense clusters of Bounding Mines.

In less than ten minutes, hundreds of Landmines covered the entire area; as long as the enemy stepped into this minefield, it would absolutely be a living hell.

After finishing this, he didn't stop; he circled to the rear of the unit and, following the same pattern, laid a second minefield, completely sealing off the enemy's retreat.

With everything set, he climbed to a high point, lay in the dense grass, and quietly waited for the prey to enter the net.

After the time it takes to smoke a bag of tobacco, the lead Tank came rumbling over.

The first explosion rang out abruptly! With a muffled 'Boom—', a fireball erupted under the Tank's tracks, and the entire vehicle was flipped onto its side, crashing heavily into the mud on the side of the road; fortunately, there was no secondary ammunition explosion.

Immediately after, the second Tank pressed forward, and after four or five consecutive loud bangs, its ammunition compartment detonated.

The anti-tank mines were laid too densely, and in the blink of an eye, two more Tanks were blown to scrap.

The trucks behind braked in a panic, the soldiers on board thrown off balance by the massive inertia, barely able to hold onto the guns in their hands.

Everyone scrambled to jump off the trucks and flee to the side of the road, stepping on Landmines one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The sounds of explosions followed one after another.

"Stay where you are! Don't move!" the officer shouted at the top of his lungs.

The entire unit was like a venomous snake with its vital point pinched, instantly curling into a ball; trucks, armored vehicles, and infantry were all blocked on the road, unable to advance or retreat. Many soldiers poked their heads out to look, their faces deathly pale.

Just then, the artillery fire from Milai's side rang out.

Mortar shells flew in from the direction of the manor, smashing into the enemy crowd and exploding.

The Kachin State unit fell into complete disarray; some were desperately charging forward, some were turning back to run, and many were clutching their guns and diving into the forest.

But those soldiers who fled into the woods stepped on Landmines with every step they took.

The commander, Zanweng, jumped out of the command vehicle and roared at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, we've been tricked! Milai set a trap long ago; the roadside is full of Landmines! Tank crews, charge forward for me! Infantry, don't be afraid, the anti-tank mines only blow up vehicles, stepping on them is fine! There are only a thousand enemies in the manor; if we charge through, we can win! Everyone, charge forward for me!"

Several Tank drivers looked at each other, gritted their teeth, restarted their Tanks, and slammed on the gas to charge forward.

The first Tank dodged the debris and bypassed the overturned vehicle, having charged less than twenty meters forward.

Boom!

With a heaven-shaking roar, the Landmine under the vehicle was crushed and detonated; the entire Tank seemed to be flipped over by an invisible giant hand from below, and the interior of the vehicle exploded.

Zanweng stood beside the command vehicle, his lips trembling uncontrollably, unable to say a single word.

On the high ground, He Yuzhu raised his sniper rifle, the muzzle steadily aimed at Zanweng.

Bang!

With a gunshot, Zanweng was hit and fell to the ground.

With the main commander dead, the unit completely collapsed. The infantry turned and retreated, and the Tank crews also hurriedly turned their vehicles around to run.

He Yuzhu chose not to pursue; he quickly descended the mountain and retrieved all the Landmines he had buried along the way back into his space.

At this time, Milai brought over a thousand men, driving cars and charging over in a grand procession.

He Yuzhu picked up his communication device and loudly warned: "You guys push forward, but don't blindly charge where you see explosions!"

Milai replied loudly: "Received!"

"I'll tell you again, do not rashly advance into the areas that have already exploded; there are still Landmines underground!"

"I understand!" Milai's voice came through. "I don't want to wipe them all out either; after all, we see each other every day, we're neighbors who can't move away!"

After hearing this, He Yuzhu understood; he didn't want to let them off, he wanted to raid their lair, otherwise, he would be at a huge loss.

He followed directly behind the fleeing enemy troops.

The enemy soldiers were fleeing desperately like headless flies, blindly rushing into the rear minefield.

Boom! Boom!

The Landmines detonated one after another; the soldiers wailed and shouted, many of them scrambling in a panic to hide on the side of the road.

Boom! Boom!

Another series of explosions occurred, and a large number of enemy troops suffered heavy casualties.

Milai's troops had also arrived, their Machine Guns firing wildly.

Rat-tat-tat! The sound of gunfire was continuous.

The remaining soldiers only cared about saving their lives, and in the blink of an eye, they had vanished without a trace.

He Yuzhu followed them all the way, chasing for several full hours, until he finally reached the enemy's Military Camp.

This camp was actually the location of the Kachin nobles' warehouse; it was situated by the mountains and water, and its scale was not small.

He Yuzhu quietly infiltrated the Military Camp.

There were two giant warehouses in the camp.

He Yuzhu snuck into the first one, which was packed full of Tanks, artillery, armored vehicles, and a large pile of engineering vehicles.

He Yuzhu did not hesitate; he raised his hand and swept all the equipment into his space.

After finishing up here, he walked toward another warehouse built against the mountain.

This warehouse was terrifyingly large, easily the size of several dozen football fields.

Stepping inside, his eyes were filled with mountains of mahogany timber.

Walking deeper, piles of raw jade stones were stacked into small hills.

He couldn't be bothered to inspect the quality of the ore one by one, so he simply swept them all into his space, then turned back to collect the massive amount of mahogany as well.

Continuing deeper inside, the back of the warehouse also stored a large amount of gold, along with a large batch of old teak wood—what the locals called black gold.

After bustling about for a full three hours, He Yuzhu finally finished collecting all the wealth here.

He sighed in his heart; a local armed force actually possessed a fortune that could rival a nation, yet the ordinary people on this land lived from hand to mouth, suffering unspeakably.

Just as he was about to leave, someone suddenly opened the warehouse door and rushed in, shouting.

A loud voice yelled, "Strange, our goods are all gone!"