Chapter 214: Night Raid on the Enemy Camp

They held their guns, vigilantly looking around, not realizing in the slightest that they had already walked into a semi-encircled ambush.

"Fire!" He Yuzhu suddenly gave the order.

In an instant, fifty submachine guns opened fire simultaneously from both the left and right sides of the forest.

The "da-da-da..." sound of gunfire rose and fell, the dense rain of bullets weaving into a web of death.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the thirty-plus Security Regiment soldiers had fallen.

The remaining men scrambled and crawled toward the outside of the forest to escape.

He Yuzhu raised his sniper rifle, calmly aiming and firing. "Bang! Bang!" A few precise shots pierced the air, and the last few deserters also fell to the ground at the sound; not one managed to get away.

At the foot of the mountain, Liu Baoli heard the dense gunfire coming from the forest, and his heart suddenly sank, sensing that the situation was bad.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Liu Baoli shouted at the top of his lungs, wanting to lead the remaining men away.

But at this moment, he and his subordinates were already within the effective blast radius of the high explosive.

He Yuzhu pressed the remote control button for the explosive.

"Boom!" With a deafening sound, the Security Regiment troops gathered at the foot of the mountain were instantly blown to pieces; even the soldiers further from the blast point were fiercely knocked to the ground by the powerful shockwave.

Those who were lucky enough to survive had long since lost their will to fight, only caring about running far away, not daring to look back at all.

Zhai Tao saw a few soldiers fleeing back in a sorry state, his face turning black: "What the hell is this? Where is your Company Commander?"

"Regimental Commander, the Company Commander was blown to death!" a deserter replied, trembling. "Their firepower is too fierce; there are at least several hundred people hiding in the forest, and the road ahead is full of landmines."

"Bullshit!" Zhai Tao cursed angrily. "Aren't they just a few hundred refugees? How did they suddenly become so capable?"

He called over the dozen or so men who had escaped last time and asked coldly: "Tell me the truth, all of you. How many men capable of fighting are actually in their Shanzhai?"

A soldier with a pockmarked face stood up and said cautiously: "Regimental Commander, I stake my head on it: there are no more than twenty who know how to shoot, but they have two Czech Light Machine Guns."

Zhai Tao frowned in thought. It was unlikely they had reinforcements. Where would these refugees get such ability?

He called the three Battalion Commanders to a meeting.

After hearing the report, the three men had different expressions.

The Second Battalion Commander and Third Battalion Commander had suffered no losses and looked calm; the First Battalion Commander, however, had a bitter face—he had already lost a company, over a hundred men.

The First Battalion Commander gritted his teeth and said: "Regimental Commander, the enemy has several hundred people in the forest alone, and who knows how many more in the Shanzhai. If we keep fighting, I'm afraid we'll be wiped out. We'd better retreat!"

Zhai Tao didn't answer, his face dark, and he turned to look at the Second Battalion Commander: "What do you say?"

The Second Battalion Commander stammered: "How about... we wait for news from Houzi? If he really managed to sneak into the Shanzhai, he will surely be able to bring back the situation."

Zhai Tao was hesitant.

At this moment, the Third Battalion Commander suddenly said: "Regimental Commander, don't forget, we still have the artillery company! Use the mortars and infantry guns to shell the forest, and we'll definitely be able to blast them out!"

Zhai Tao's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh hard: "A brilliant plan! Artillery company—move out!"

After He Yuzhu wiped out the vanguard company that was scouting the way, he led fifty men to withdraw from the forest.

He knew clearly that the enemy would definitely use artillery.

The 92 infantry gun had a range of five or six li; if this forest were hit by several rounds, he and his men would certainly be finished.

So he ordered the team to retreat five li away, while he went to scout alone.

Li Datou wanted to follow, but he blocked him: "You can't keep up with my speed. I'm just going to see the situation; I won't necessarily fight."

After the fifty horses went far away, He Yuzhu quickly moved forward.

Before long, he was lying on a hillside, seeing three mortars and one 92 infantry gun being pulled into the valley below the forest.

The Security Regiment soldiers were busy adjusting angles and loading shells.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several shells smashed into the forest, and smoke filled the air.

The soldiers became more and more excited as they fired.

A large gunner with a face full of hatred loaded a shell, pulled the rope hard, and cursed through gritted teeth: "You bastards who killed my brother, I'll blow you to death!"

He Yuzhu curled his lips, sneering as he took a Bazooka rocket launcher from his space and fired a rocket at that 92 infantry gun.

"Boom—!" Fire soared into the sky, the gun carriage was blown far away, and the large gunner was also blasted more than ten meters, becoming a bloody mess when he landed.

He Yuzhu ran as soon as he fired, quickly disappearing from the sight of those artillerymen.

The artillery position was in chaos, with dozens of people firing wildly in the direction He Yuzhu had run, but where was there any sign of a person?

Ten minutes later, He Yuzhu changed his position, and another rocket blew up a mortar, killing five people along with it.

Now, the artillery company completely lost its footing, shouldering the remaining two mortars and running back.

Seeing them about to escape, He Yuzhu immediately set up a Czech Light Machine Gun and sprayed their backs with gunfire.

Although there were many of them, they didn't dare to look back, dropping the guns and running.

Watching them run far away, He Yuzhu went down the mountain and collected the two intact mortars into his space, feeling a surge of satisfaction: "With these things, defending the Shanzhai will be much easier."

Zhai Tao saw the artillery company running back, each one covered in dirt and grime, but the guns were gone, and his anger rushed straight to his crown.

He went up and slapped one: "Where are my guns?"

The artillery company commander, Sun Tao, hung his head, not daring to look up: "Regimental Commander, this subordinate is incompetent! They have people using tank-killing Bazooka rocket launchers. That thing has too much mobility; they change locations as soon as they fire, and our artillery simply can't suppress them."

Zhai Tao was so angry he couldn't speak.

The Third Battalion Commander walked up and whispered: "Regimental Commander, I'm sorry, it was all my idea; I've done more harm than good."

Zhai Tao gritted his teeth and said: "It's not your fault. It seems this Shanzhai is not simple; my older brother dying at their hands was no accident... This battle, I'm afraid, will be hard to fight. Unless we can beg for reinforcements."

The Third Battalion Commander sighed: "Commander Zhou won't give any more troops."

Zhai Tao nodded, his voice low: "I understand. But I can't swallow this insult."

Behind the Shanzhai, on a cliff over Ali long, more than fifty women were using wood-chopping knives to clear weeds.

While working, they vigilantly observed the mountain stream.

Suddenly, a woman with sharp eyes saw a dozen people sneaking in from a distance.

She quickly tugged at the person next to her.

One reminded another, and before long, everyone quietly retreated to a safe place.

Soon, Zhao Dashan arrived, carrying a Machine Gun.

He set up the gun and sneered, "He Yuzhu is truly divine; before leaving, he even urged me to watch the back mountain. Sure enough, these bastards really dared to set their sights on this place."

Houzi led a few men and began to scale the cliff.

The nickname was certainly not misapplied; Houzi's body was agile, using both hands and feet, climbing bit by bit by utilizing the protruding rocks, and in less than five minutes, he had climbed halfway.

Zhao Dashan's gun muzzle had long been locked on, yet he did not open fire—he wanted to wait until this person was about to climb to the top of the mountain before pulling the trigger, letting him fall and be smashed to pieces.

Houzi did not yet know that danger was right before his eyes; he could already see the roofs of the Shanzhai, and a wave of wild joy surged in his heart.

Just at the moment he was about to leap onto the cliff top—"Rat-tat-tat!" The Machine Gun rang out suddenly, and bullets swept out in a dense barrage.

Houzi's body stiffened instantly, and he plummeted straight down from the cliff.

Before falling, the last thought that flashed through his mind was actually: I haven't yet tasted the flavor of Commander Zhou's daughter...

The enemies at the bottom of the valley were thrown into a panic.

Zhao Dashan's Machine Gun was continuously reaping lives.

Although the people below ran with all their might, because the path in the canyon was too narrow, they were basically living targets; only two people hid in rock crevices and managed to escape, while the others were all riddled with bullets like a sieve.

Yang Xiuqing ran over, looked at the corpses in the valley, and said with lingering fear, "It is fortunate that you were alert; otherwise, if these people had come up, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Zhao Dashan patted Yang Xiuqing and said, "Brother Yang, it's not that I want to lecture you, but you are the type of person who always likes to agree to everything, yet never takes action."

Yang Xiuqing smiled awkwardly.

When the two survivors fled back, Zhai Tao completely collapsed.

He was already in a dilemma—if he retreated, over a hundred men had died and the objective was not achieved; if he did not retreat, he did not know how many people were hidden in the Shanzhai. For the first time, he felt that this battle was truly a bit sinister.

At this moment, He Yuzhu was lurking on a mountain top one mile away from Zhai Tao, using the cover of withered grass to observe the movements of the Security Regiment without moving a muscle.

He was intent on sniping the Regimental Commander of the Security Regiment, but tents had already been set up at the foot of the mountain, and the slightly higher-ranking officers had all hidden inside the tents, leaving him with no way to strike.

Seeing the sun sinking in the west, the Security Regiment showed no signs of withdrawing at all.

He Yuzhu secretly made up his mind: he must find that Regimental Commander tonight.

He changed into the Security Regiment uniform he had prepared in advance and, like a shadow, crept silently toward the Military Camp at the foot of the mountain.