Chapter 200: Rescue

Within a single day, Xu Damao, like a mouse busy hoarding grain, quietly moved boxes of Big Ocean into the 95 Hao Yuan Siheyuan and the small room he rented.

Carrying a heavy small leather suitcase, he had just stepped into the courtyard gate when his feet were locked in place by Yan Bugui's shrewd eyes.

Yan Bugui immediately pushed open his door to greet him, asking with a curious face, "Damao, what kind of treasure is in that box of yours?"

Xu Damao's heart skipped a beat, but he squeezed out a feigned relaxed smile, reached out to pat the box, and said with an exaggerated tone, "Big Ocean! My stepfather struck it rich and gave me ten thousand! He told me to spread these Big Ocean on my kang to sleep on, saying it would help me make a fortune in the future!"

"Hah! You kid really dares to dream!" Yan Bugui curled his lips, his eyes full of disbelief, mixed with a hint of unspeakable jealousy.

Xu Damao carried the box into his room, only to find there was nowhere to put it—it wasn't that there was no space, but that he felt uneasy wherever he placed it.

It was broad daylight, and he didn't dare dig a hole in the courtyard to bury it. In the end, he had to temporarily stuff it into a cabinet, calculating in his heart: tonight, when it's deep and quiet, I'll dig a hole in the courtyard and bury it.

On the other side, after carefully surveying the ambush site, He Yuzhu stood on a desolate mound, repeatedly pondering Jin Hai's words—"Out of eight people, seven are die-hard elements."

These words swirled in his mind, and a thought gradually became clear: perhaps the Kong Family didn't really want Hu Yunbin's life this time; he seemed more like a "companion to the execution." If that were true, then the focus of the rescue must be placed on our own comrades. This matter is of great importance; I must notify Lao Zhou immediately!

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu's heart tightened, and he turned around to rush back.

He Yuzhu had only walked three miles when he saw a barracks nearby. He thought, "This is bad; if the ambush near the small bridge isn't completed within 5 minutes, the troops here might rush over." Relying on himself alone was quite difficult; he truly needed help.

He Yuzhu walked into the grocery store at Qianmen and saw Wang Jiazhi calculating accounts behind the counter.

He pulled her and ducked into the storage room.

"What are you doing?" Wang Jiazhi looked at him and asked with a touch of reproach.

"What else? Serious business!"

Wang Jiazhi curled her lips, "If you have something to say, say it quickly; I'm busy!"

"I received definite news that tomorrow morning, seven of our people are to be executed! Do you know about this?"

"Tomorrow?" Wang Jiazhi's expression changed abruptly, "Those seven people are all from the Beiping Xizhimen Traffic Station. We only received intelligence yesterday saying they would be escorted to Nanjing in three days! Lao Zhou has already gone to mobilize troops; how could it suddenly change? This... what should we do?" She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the narrow room.

"Stop pacing back and forth, you're making me dizzy!"

"Zhuzi, you always have many ideas, help me think! These people must be saved!" Wang Jiazhi grabbed He Yuzhu's arm.

He Yuzhu saw that he couldn't get help here, so he could only do it alone. He said with a bitter smile, "I thought you could send people to help me, but now it seems I can only risk my old life and do it alone! It's settled, I'm only responsible for bringing the people to 91 Hao Yuan; I won't care about what happens after."

"Good for you, you stinking brat, you have this ability and didn't say so earlier! You did it on purpose to see me anxious, right? Look at the blister on my lip!" Wang Jiazhi glared.

He Yuzhu shook his head, his heart bitter but unable to speak.

Returning to the Siheyuan, he prepared to sleep now, get up at night, and go inspect the terrain again.

Just as he was taking out his key to open the door, he saw Xu Damao carrying a box, his eyes glancing from time to time toward Yan Bugui's house, while his footsteps moved very fast.

He Yuzhu's eyes narrowed, and he activated the system to scan—the box was full of shiny white Big Ocean.

He walked over calmly, hid behind an old locust tree, and jumped out suddenly when Xu Damao approached.

Xu Damao was scared out of his wits. The box fell to the ground with a "clatter."

He Yuzhu leaned into Xu Damao's ear and asked in a low voice, "Are these Big Ocean of yours prepared for my sister?"

Xu Damao instinctively wanted to deny it, but thinking that he still had to rely on He Yuzhu to save Siqiang tomorrow, the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back. He lowered his voice and said, "Yes, yes... I think what you said yesterday was very right; before doing big things, one should give some sweeteners. So, I went to find my senior fellow apprentice Hu Yunshui and told him about this. I didn't expect the old gentleman to be quite righteous and agree to take out one thousand Big Ocean for your sister first. I originally wanted to keep it at my house, but since you've returned, I'll just hand it directly to you."

"Not bad, Xu Damao, I didn't expect you to keep your word for once." He Yuzhu said with sarcasm, reaching out to take the box.

"I, Xu Damao, have always been a man of my word!" Xu Damao shouted with his neck stiff, though his confidence was not very strong.

"Alright, don't let anyone see! Come inside and talk." He Yuzhu didn't say more and let Xu Damao into his room.

Xu Damao opened the lid, and a flash of silver dazzled the eyes; it was indeed one thousand Big Ocean.

He Yuzhu took a rough look and couldn't be bothered to count carefully. He closed the lid with a "snap" and asked, "After saving your Siqiang, where will you settle them?"

"Xinjiekou, Baihua Shenchu 5 Hao Yuan." Xu Damao hurriedly confessed.

After confessing, he slipped away.

At three o'clock the next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, He Yuzhu rushed to the ambush site. After repeated surveys, he found that it was difficult for him alone to take out more than two vehicles within 5 minutes, so he placed remote-controlled High Explosive under and on both sides of the bridge.

Afterward, he hid behind a small mound that could overlook the prison gate.

He Yuzhu hid in his space and began to organize his plot of land. This system was quite perverse; if he used automatic farming and harvesting, it would cost three Small Yellow Fish every year, which was simply robbery. He Yuzhu decided to farm it himself.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was eight o'clock in the morning.

He Yuzhu flashed out of the space, took out his Telescope, and stared fixedly at the movement at the prison gate.

Before long, the roar of engines came from afar.

Three vehicles drove into view one after another: a tightly sealed box truck that was clearly transporting prisoners, and two other military trucks fully loaded with soldiers.

What made He Yuzhu's heart sink the most was that more than thirty fully armed soldiers jumped down from those two trucks in unison! They wore steel helmets, their Rifle were equipped with gleaming bayonets, and they quickly formed ranks under the low commands of their officers.

He Yuzhu's pupils shrank—the escort force this time far exceeded his expectations. Fortunately, he had planted Landmine.

These thirty-plus people walked quickly into the prison courtyard.

Before long, they escorted eight people who were tied up and pushed them into the cargo hold of the sealed truck.

Afterward, two soldiers holding Submachine Gun climbed into the cab of that vehicle, while the remaining nearly thirty soldiers boarded the rear cargo holds of the two trucks.

When the two trucks started moving, He Yuzhu discovered that both trucks were also mounted with Machine Gun.

Having figured out the distribution of personnel in the three vehicles, He Yuzhu immediately ran like a cheetah, taking a shortcut toward the ambush point near the small bridge.

Fortunately, the road conditions here were poor, and the convoy moved slowly.

He finally arrived at the pre-set ambush position three minutes before the convoy reached it.

But looking at the approaching convoy, He Yuzhu was in a dilemma again; the three vehicles were too close together, so he couldn't use the explosives. What to do? In a flash of inspiration, he thought of the Bazooka in his space. It seemed he had to play a big game today!

He quickly took a Bazooka from the space and loaded it neatly.

The lead truck roared onto the bridge deck. He Yuzhu held his breath, aimed, and pulled the trigger!

"Whoosh—Boom!"

The Rocket, trailing a scorching white flame, tore through the cold air and accurately hit the front of the first truck!

The deafening explosion instantly shattered the silence of the early morning!

The massive impact force violently lifted the truck off the ground; it paused briefly in mid-air, then fell heavily, rolling along with its momentum, with sparks and debris splashing everywhere!

The driver of the transport vehicle in the middle was scared out of his wits by this sudden attack and slammed on the brakes.

With a "Screech—!", the car wobbled and came to a stop in front of the vehicle that had been hit.

He Yuzhu quickly withdrew from the firing point; he had intended to fire a second Rocket, but the Bald Party soldiers in the vehicles behind quickly jumped out and ran into the open field.

How could He Yuzhu allow them to escape! He quickly stowed the Rocket Launcher, took out the Sniper Rifle, lay prone on the ground, and calmly locked onto those running figures through the high-magnification scope.

The crosshairs held the targets steadily.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With every gunshot, a fleeing figure inevitably collapsed in response.

After killing seven people in succession, the remaining eight still managed to run far away.

He Yuzhu quickly put on a mask, held the Box Cannon, and began to sweep the battlefield, firing insurance shots into every corpse on the ground.

The entire combat process was crisp and efficient; from the first explosion to the final insurance shot, it took less than ten minutes.

He walked quickly to the back of the transport vehicle and used a Dagger to pry open the locked door.

Inside the cargo hold, eight people were tightly bound with ropes, their mouths stuffed with cloth, their faces filled with terror.

He Yuzhu had neither the time nor the means to explain.

He acted without hesitation, striking the back of each person's neck with precision and speed.

Without even a groan, they slumped over and lost consciousness.

With a thought, He Yuzhu took all eight unconscious people into his space.

Just as he was preparing to withdraw, the roar of trucks came from the main road in the distance.

He Yuzhu raised his Telescope to look, and his heart tightened—there were a full thousand people coming. These people began to jump off the trucks and surround him in a fan formation.