Chapter 1057: Ambushing the Enemy Camp

He Yuzhu had the orders arranged properly and was just about to head down the mountain when Hu Bayi trotted up behind him, asking with a cheeky grin, "Master He, to what extent are we actually going to help them with this mess?"

He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes, looking toward the valley below where smoke was still rising, and said, "That depends on whether Milai and his people have any real ability. If they're too incompetent to be helped, we don't need to risk our lives; we'll just grab the jade and turn around to leave. But if they have some capability, we'll lend a hand. Having Milai as the master here is better than the alternative. Otherwise, this territory will sooner or later become a den of scammers, specifically swindling the hard-earned money of our fellow countrymen."

Hu Bayi nodded, his mind instantly clear: "Got it. I didn't understand your intention at first, but now I see you're laying out a grand plan."

"Heh! That also depends on the timing, the terrain, and the people. Look at M Country; they lay out plans every day, but not many actually succeed."

Hu Bayi laughed and said, "Our requirements aren't that high, so it's easier to succeed."

He Yuzhu nodded.

Just then, a series of deafening explosions erupted in the valley.

The government army's lead tanks drove straight onto anti-tank mines; their tracks were blown off on the spot, and the hulls tilted violently, flipping over on the ground like overturned turtles.

The infantry following behind had it even worse; lifted by the blast waves, they were sent flying like tattered sacks.

The valley was instantly filled with billowing smoke, debris flew everywhere, sparks leaped higher than the mountain peak, and the hot, humid wind rushed over, thick with the smell of gunpowder.

The officers on the government army side turned green with fear, screaming at the top of their lungs for the troops to stop.

But Milai's side had already set an ambush; dozens of exhaust trails streaked from the mountaintop, and anti-tank rockets rained down like a downpour.

The dozen or so tanks in the lead were burned into black-smoke-belching iron coffins in the blink of an eye.

The entire valley was in complete chaos, with shouts and screams filling the air, and the firelight turning half the sky red.

He Yuzhu, Hu Bayi, and Wang Pangzi stood on high ground, watching this scene clearly.

Wang Pangzi smacked his lips and exclaimed in wonder, "Whoa! This Milai doesn't hold back."

Hu Bayi stroked the stubble on his chin, thoughtful: "Hmm, he is quite a capable hand at warfare."

As they were speaking, Ma Cheng'an's tanks rumbled up, followed immediately by a round of artillery fire—Boom! Boom! Boom! The muffled thuds of shells leaving the barrels made one's chest feel tight, and explosions bloomed within the government army's ranks, with smoke rising over ten meters high.

The mountain pass was narrow, and the government soldiers were packed together.

The artillery fire landed in the crowd, instantly splashing up a mist of blood, and the screams were completely drowned out by the explosions.

He Yuzhu watched for a long while, a smile finally curling the corner of his mouth: "Milai and his group are worth our support."

The government army commander was an old fox; seeing his formation about to collapse, he grabbed his walkie-talkie and roared, and the entire army immediately turned around to retreat.

The trucks reversed, the infantry ran for their lives, and they didn't stop until they had retreated ten kilometers to set up camp in a mountain hollow.

Because Ma Cheng'an had no infantry, the tanks dared not charge forward and could only stop and watch them escape.

Seeing He Yuzhu come down from the mountain, Ma Cheng'an wore a face full of eagerness for credit: "Mr. He, wasn't that battle beautiful? It was all thanks to your brilliant command!"

He Yuzhu waved his hand and said with a faint smile, "Don't flatter me. This was your own ability; I won't steal this credit. But hurry and call General Milai, tell him to bring the main force over as soon as possible. Although the government army has retreated, they won't let it go; it won't be long before they counterattack."

Ma Cheng'an immediately looked bitter: "The General just called; he said the earliest he can arrive is nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment and said, "Alright then, we'll camp here tonight. But I'll sneak over there tonight and stir up some trouble for their military camp."

Ma Cheng'an's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Whatever coordination you need, just say the word!"

He Yuzhu waved his hand: "No need, I can act more cleanly alone."

At this moment, Xu Damao and Dajinya also came over.

Xu Damao looked worried, his brows knitted together: "Zhuzi, will those government army guys sneak over in the middle of the night to ambush us?"

He Yuzhu nodded, looking toward the dark mountain forest in the distance, his tone unhurried: "The possibility is high. But don't worry, I'll go deal with them first."

Hu Bayi hurriedly cautioned: "Master He, be very careful when you infiltrate their military camp. These Burmese Army soldiers are experts at mountain and jungle warfare and have extremely strong concealment skills. If you come down from the mountain, they might be crouching in a hole somewhere waiting to snipe you."

He Yuzhu nodded slightly: "Old Hu, you're not wrong, that's experience gained from the war against Vietnam."

Hu Bayi gave a bitter smile: "I'll never forget the days in the 'cat-ear holes' for the rest of my life; they were damp and stuffy, and it was so hot and humid that you'd get covered in rashes—it was an unbearable experience."

He Yuzhu said, "I can't stand the weather here either."

After a simple dinner with the four of them, He Yuzhu set off.

He changed into protective clothing suitable for concealment and moved silently along the mountain ridge, sneaking into the government army's military camp.

He Yuzhu seized an opportunity to capture a government army officer and changed into the other's uniform; now, he could move around the camp almost at will.

He had no intention of targeting ordinary soldiers; in his view, killing a few grunts was meaningless. What he wanted to do was completely destroy their logistics and supplies.

These government soldiers had been terrified by the day's artillery fire, and their camp was set up in extreme disarray—scattered here and there, some guarding slopes, some guarding roadsides, and others stationed on mountain tops. They didn't dare to cluster together, spreading out along the mountain road as far as the eye could see.

Tents, military trucks, and ammunition crates were piled in stacks here and there along both sides of the road, stretching for seven or eight miles.

He Yuzhu walked along, quietly confiscating ammunition and heavy weapons as he went.

He dared to be so unscrupulous because the enemy camp was isolated, with each unit defending its own position, making mutual support difficult.

Just as he was halfway through collecting supplies, several sentries suddenly discovered something unusual—two heavy artillery pieces had vanished into thin air.

A sentry shouted sharply: "Someone is attacking!"

The military camp instantly exploded into chaos.

Whistles, curses, and chaotic footsteps mingled together; soldiers lit torches and turned on flashlights, running around like madmen across the mountains and plains.

The news spread quickly throughout the camp, and everyone panicked.

Seeing his presence exposed, He Yuzhu stopped hiding. He planted high explosives in the densely populated areas of the camp.

"Boom!" A deafening roar.

The military camp was instantly engulfed in flames, and debris flew everywhere.

The soldiers, already terrified by the day's battle, were now completely scared out of their wits.

Before long, the crowd was like a breached flood, fleeing madly in the direction they had come from.

Some didn't even bother to pick up their shoes, while others threw their guns on the ground and just ran for their lives.

He Yuzhu blended in with the retreating soldiers, following the crowd forward unhurriedly, collecting supplies from various places along the way.

Whenever he passed a place where supplies were piled, he would move his mind, and the items would vanish completely.

As he ran, his eyes lit up; ahead on the roadside, dozens of trucks were parked neatly, their beds filled to the brim with ammunition crates.

He Yuzhu's mouth curled upward; he brushed past the trucks, and the entire truckloads of ammunition were instantly cleared out, not even leaving a single bullet behind.

He did not stop his pace, continuing to sprint forward until he reached the very front of the troop; seeing that there was no one left behind him, he immediately used the system to lay Landmines.

In the blink of an eye, he had laid over a hundred of them.

The panicked, fleeing soldiers came charging over, howling, and stepped on the Landmines—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Landmines exploded one after another, the flames shooting straight into the night sky; the batch of soldiers running at the very front were sent flying by the blast wave, unable to even let out a complete scream.

The remaining soldiers slammed on their brakes, freezing in place, unable to move.

Ahead was a dense minefield, and behind was the camp with flames reaching the sky; advancing was a dead end, and retreating was also a desperate situation.

Several thousand people were congested on the narrow mountain road, with cries, curses, and the angry roars of officers all mixed together, turning into a chaotic mess.