Chapter 472: Breaking the Enemy in the Dark Night

The system notification sound in He Yuzhu's mind suddenly rang out: "Unknown armed force approaching, two hundred meters ahead, fifty-four people..."

It must be said that ever since the system upgrade, the early warning function has been able to trigger automatically, and he no longer needs to keep an eye on it at all times.

He Yuzhu slid down from the tree silently, looked out by the dim moonlight, and saw a group of people groping their way forward in the dark.

They were dressed in a disorderly fashion, mostly in civilian clothes, with only a few wearing old uniforms of the Bald Party.

The weapons in their hands were even more varied: Zhongzheng Rifles, Thompson Submachine Guns...

He Yuzhu quickly took out his Sniper Rifle, aimed the muzzle steadily at the burly leader at the front of the group, and calmly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot tore through the silence of the rainy night.

A bloody hole was blown into Guo Heshang's head; his massive body swayed, then he fell heavily into the mud.

"Charge! Avenge Commander Guo!" Guo Heshang's younger brother, Guo Huai, roared with eyes splitting in anger.

This group of bandits was quite fierce; the death of their leader did not make them scatter, but instead, they howled and charged up the hillside where He Yuzhu was located.

An Daiyuan, however, did not follow the charge; he flashed and hid behind a large tree.

He Yuzhu did not linger in the fight and began to move nimbly toward the camp, while using rocks and trees for cover, turning back to fire from time to time.

With the system's assistance, his gun seemed to be equipped with an infrared sight, and almost every bullet could kill an enemy.

Guo Huai was initially blinded by bloodlust and did not notice the heavy losses on his side.

It was not until he had chased for more than a kilometer that he suddenly realized—the gunfire around him was becoming increasingly sparse, and the original group of over fifty people seemed to have lost nearly half!

Over fifty people chasing one, only to have half of them taken out by the opponent? This was simply a supreme humiliation.

Guo Huai did not choose to retreat; the fire of revenge burned away his reason, and he was determined to take this person down no matter what.

Back at the camp, Liu Erhei had long since heard the intense gunfire in the distance and knew that Captain He had already engaged the enemy.

With his duty at hand, he dared not leave his post to provide support, so he could only pace back and forth, anxiously fumbling with his Submachine Gun.

Kajia could no longer hold back; she rushed to Liu Erhei and said urgently, "Deputy Captain Liu, you must send people over! Otherwise, Captain He won't be able to hold on!"

"But I only have ten security personnel! If I take people away, what if the enemy sneaks up from behind?" Liu Erhei frowned tightly.

"Then leave six people to guard here! Give me four people, I want, I want, I want to save Teacher He!" In her anxiety, Kajia could not even speak clearly.

Liu Erhei gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and said, "Wang Erniu, take your squad and support the Captain!"

"Yes!" Wang Erniu immediately signaled three team members, lowered their bodies, and quickly vanished into the darkness.

Most of the people in the tents were young workers and technicians; hearing the intense gunfire ahead, everyone's faces turned pale, and no one dared to make a sound.

Kajia followed closely behind the four, clutching the Mauser C96 with only five bullets left in her hand.

He Yuzhu retreated to about one kilometer from the camp and suddenly stopped.

He found a small dirt slope, and with a thought, he quickly released a dozen bags of sand from his space to build a makeshift bunker.

He leaned his Sniper Rifle to one side and took a Soviet PPSh-41 Submachine Gun from his space; he had secretly hidden this gun during the Korean War. He favored this gun precisely because the 71-round drum magazine could provide sustained firepower.

Guo Huai discovered that his opponent, whose marksmanship was godlike, was no longer moving but was holding his ground and firing, and he immediately felt his chance had come.

He roared, "Brothers! He's just one man, charge up and take him alive! Tear him to pieces to avenge our fallen brothers!"

The remaining twenty-some bandits were also stirred into a frenzy and scattered to surround He Yuzhu's bunker.

Just as they closed in to about thirty meters—

"Da-da-da-da!"

The Soviet PPSh-41 Submachine Gun in He Yuzhu's hands suddenly spat out tongues of fire!

The five bandits charging at the very front fell to the ground in response.

Guo Huai had not expected the opponent to have a rapid-fire weapon and hurriedly shouted, "Machine Gun! Machine Gun, suppress him for me!"

"Da-da-da!" The enemy's Czech Light Machine Gun rang out, and bullets hit the sandbags with a thud, sending mud flying.

He Yuzhu immediately ducked to take cover.

The moment the opponent emptied a magazine and the machine gunner was reloading, he leaned out like lightning and accurately pierced the machine gunner's skull with a single shot.

Only then did Guo Huai fully realize what a fatal mistake he had made.

The opponent before him was stronger than he could have imagined; if they kept fighting like this, the remaining dozen or so people would likely all be finished here.

While bluffing and shouting "Shoot! Don't stop!", he quietly crawled backward.

Just at this moment, Kajia, Wang Erniu, and the others arrived.

Wang Erniu crawled to He Yuzhu's side: "Captain, how should we fight now?"

He Yuzhu quickly pointed out several directions: "Ten o'clock direction, there are three hiding behind those trees; twelve o'clock direction, there are five behind the big rock; two o'clock direction, there are about seven. Use your Submachine Guns to provide fire suppression in these three directions; you don't need to aim for hits, just keep them from raising their heads. I'll circle to the side and rear to take them out."

Wang Erniu was a veteran who had been on the battlefield and immediately understood: "Understood!"

Kajia looked at He Yuzhu with concern: "Teacher He, you must be careful!"

"I'm fine, you all watch your cover!" Before He Yuzhu finished speaking, he moved like an agile black cat, and within a few leaps, he blended into the pitch-black night.

Kajia watched, dumbfounded.

Guo Huai had already snuck away quite a distance.

His remaining men, hearing no orders from the Deputy Commander for a long while, couldn't help but shout, "Deputy Commander? Deputy Commander Guo? Are you still there?"

After calling out several times, there was no answer.

A sense of panic spread quietly; not knowing who first had the thought of fleeing, the bandits began to slowly crawl backward.

However, the gunfire from the opposite side continued, suppressing them so they dared not move recklessly.

At this moment, He Yuzhu had long since circled to their side and rear like a ghost.

"Bang!" A bandit who had just stood up and run a few steps was hit in the back and fell to the ground.

"Bang!" Another one who turned to flee was shot in the head.

With seven or eight people falling in succession, the remaining bandits were completely terrified and fled backward one after another.

In the eyes of He Yuzhu, these people were nothing but living targets; it was almost one shot per person.

Before long, the battlefield fell silent, and He Yuzhu shouted loudly, "Clean up the battlefield! Remember to fire finishing shots!"

Kajia, Wang Erniu, and the others then held their rifles and cautiously approached step by step.

After the six of them converged, they began to check the bandits on the ground one by one.

They ignored those confirmed dead, but decisively fired finishing shots at any who still had breath, leaving absolutely no future trouble.

At this moment, Guo Huai had already scrambled and crawled his way to escape over two li away.

He stopped for a moment behind a large tree, and upon hearing that the gunfire seemed to have ceased, he immediately felt something was wrong and frantically sprinted another five kilometers away before daring to stop; it wasn't for any other reason, but because he truly could not run anymore.

He collapsed into the mud, gasping for air. Extreme terror made him feel that nowhere was safe, and in the end, he actually plunged headfirst into a murky little pond, leaving only his nostrils exposed, his body trembling uncontrollably.