Chapter 121: He Yuzhu Kills Enemies in the Wilderness

He Yuzhu hunched his shoulders, tucked his hands into his pockets, and steeled himself to keep walking forward.

Sure enough, before he even reached the checkpoint, he was stopped by an American soldier.

This time, He Yuzhu did not hesitate in the slightest; he neatly raised his hands and let the other party search him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—it was none other than Mike, whom he had kicked last time.

He Yuzhu's heart pounded: he wondered if this guy still recognized him. If he did, given the nature of these white men, they certainly wouldn't let him off easily, so he had to be on high alert.

The American soldier patted him down for a while but found nothing.

Then a black soldier came over with a wanted poster, compared it to his face for a good while, and ultimately found no discrepancies, so he had to wave him through.

He Yuzhu had originally planned to hire a carriage, but there wasn't a shadow of one near the city gate. There was no help for it; he would have to rely on his own two legs. At this rate, it would be good if he could arrive before dark.

He was walking at a leisurely pace when he suddenly heard the sound of a car engine behind him—that American military vehicle was slowly catching up.

Far from panicking, He Yuzhu was actually a bit secretly pleased: it seemed he wouldn't have to walk today; there was a ride to take him.

As it turned out, ten minutes ago, Mike in the car had already recognized him.

He Yuzhu had indeed been careless in leaving the city this time, still wearing the same fake mustache and fake eyebrows as before.

But his demeanor today was completely different from last time, which instead made Mike suspicious.

Mike didn't connect him to the Advisory Group case; he just had an intuition that this person was suspicious.

As for why he was suspicious, he didn't care; he just needed an excuse to avenge the kick from last time.

Seeing He Yuzhu walk far away, Mike immediately ordered three men to stay and guard the checkpoint, while he took the other six soldiers, fully armed, and drove to tail him.

He didn't have the guts to kill at the city gate, but if he made his move in the wilderness, even if someone found out later, he could just deny it to the death.

He Yuzhu appeared to be walking at a leisurely pace, but his eyes were never idle; he was constantly looking for a place suitable for action—preferably somewhere where the gunshots couldn't be heard from inside the city, and where there was cover to rely on.

Just as the small woods he had been longing for finally appeared, the car behind him suddenly accelerated.

He Yuzhu immediately started running, but he didn't run along the main road; instead, he plunged into the wild fields and sprinted with all his might toward that patch of woods three miles away.

At this moment, he hadn't yet used his full strength, mainly because he didn't want to expose his capabilities too early.

Seeing him flee, Mike grew anxious and immediately ordered his men to abandon the car and pursue on foot.

The seven American soldiers, holding M3 Submachine Guns, chased after him, stumbling through the wild fields.

He Yuzhu would occasionally pretend to trip, yet he always maintained a distance of over four hundred meters from them. He knew in his heart: as long as the other side didn't have a Machine Gun, this distance couldn't do anything to him.

Once inside the woods, He Yuzhu immediately took out the Type 11 Light Machine Gun, found a small earthen mound to set it up, and waited quietly for the enemy to take the bait.

The seven figures gradually became clear, advancing in a triangular formation.

One had to admit that these American soldiers were well-trained; knowing He Yuzhu had no firearms yet still being so cautious was clearly a habit formed from long experience in battle.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, He Yuzhu had wanted to engage in close-quarters combat, but seeing them keep their Submachine Guns at the ready without the slightest relaxation, he knew he would definitely be at a disadvantage unarmed. He might as well just greet them with the Machine Gun; it was the holiday season, no need to take risks.

At a distance of about two hundred meters, the group suddenly stopped, seemingly discussing something.

He Yuzhu took out his Telescope to observe carefully and couldn't help but laugh out loud—they were actually setting up tactics, planning to flank from three directions, attacking from the left and right, with others circling to the rear.

He Yuzhu raised his Type 38 Arisaka and fired the first shot.

He deliberately didn't aim for the head with this shot, but rather the body, so as not to expose his true strength.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the other six all dove to the ground.

He Yuzhu curled his lip, thinking that these American soldiers were really not as good as the Japanese devils; if the devils encountered a lone opponent, they would have long since come charging up while yelling "wa-wa."

He fired continuously, and although he didn't kill the targets, he scared them so much they didn't dare to advance.

The two sides fell into a stalemate, and several American soldiers began to use their firepower advantage to suppress him.

But by this time, He Yuzhu had long since changed his hiding spot; their firepower, aside from churning up the dirt on the small mound, had very little effect.

Seeing that He Yuzhu had gone quiet, the American soldiers thought he had been hit and began to stir.

Several men suddenly leaped up and came flanking from three directions.

He Yuzhu waited patiently, intending to wait until they were close before using the Machine Gun to finish them off.

The two on the left were the fastest and had already closed in on He Yuzhu.

He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, and "Da-da-da-da—" a dense burst of gunfire rang out.

The two American soldiers who were charging had never expected the opponent to have a Machine Gun; at such close range, they had no time to dodge, and in an instant, their bodies were riddled with holes like a sieve.

The two on the right, hearing the Machine Gun, turned and ran, but it was too late. Before they had run more than a few steps, they were hit in the back.

The two responsible for flanking the rear saw the situation was bad and scrambled to flee into the distance.

He Yuzhu put away the Machine Gun, switched to the Type 38 Arisaka, and gave chase at a fast pace.

This time he no longer held back his strength, exerting his full speed—three times that of an ordinary person—and caught up to the two in less than two minutes.

While moving, he raised his rifle and fired, and one American soldier fell to the ground in response.

Now, only Mike was left.

He Yuzhu fired three shots in succession, deliberately avoiding vital organs, determined to keep one alive to ask clearly why they were clinging to him so tightly.

When he walked to Mike's side, the latter had long since lost his former arrogance, lying on the ground and twitching all over.

"Mike, why are you hounding me?" He Yuzhu asked, squatting down.

Mike glared at him with hatred and said intermittently, "I... I know... you... are the one who killed... killed the Advisory Group..."

He Yuzhu nodded: "It's me. Too bad you know it too late. Tell me about your Advisory Group, where the base is, how many people..."

Mike closed his eyes and played dead.

He Yuzhu didn't fall for that; he directly fired shots into his thighs, calves, and shoulders, and only then did Mike intermittently spill the truth.

He Yuzhu fulfilled his promise and ended his life with a single shot.

While clearing the battlefield, he collected a total of seven M3 Submachine Guns and over seven hundred rounds of ammunition. After putting all the corpses into his space, he carefully cleared the bloodstains from the ground.

Now the only thing he was worried about was the three soldiers remaining at the city gate.

Although they weren't responsible for checking IDs, they had all seen him; if they conducted a thorough investigation, they might still be able to track him down.

It seems I cannot go to the Genjudi today; I must also take care of the remaining three people. He Yuzhu stripped off a military uniform that fit his build, put it on, and drove back.

But when he was almost at the city gate, he suddenly froze—waiting for him there were not three people, but thirteen.

It turned out he had just happened to arrive during a shift change.

What should he do now? He Yuzhu's brain began to race.