Chapter 695: Total Annihilation of the Training Camp

Chen Jinshui was a talkative one; he and that fellow called Xiong Ge chatted about this and that, spilling almost everything there was to know about the Military Camp.

He Yuzhu, having nothing to do, leaned against the base of the wall to listen to their idle chatter. By eavesdropping, he gathered quite a bit of useful information.

This island is guarded by a battalion-level unit; based on this scale, there should be about five hundred people on the island. The Battalion Commander here is surnamed Liu; he seems to treat his soldiers quite well, but he is very frustrated in the military and was sent here as a form of exile.

As for that Chen Jinshui, he originally had a girlfriend, but because he had been stuck on the island for five years, she broke up with him. He has been applying for discharge because of this, but it has never been approved...

He Yuzhu was almost falling asleep while listening. He checked his watch and realized it was midnight; it was time to act.

He suddenly knocked on the door, "Bang, bang, bang."

Xiong Ge cursed irritably, "What the hell do you want?"

He Yuzhu said with a smile, "Officer, I need to take a dump."

Xiong Ge said irritably, "Just do it inside."

He Yuzhu said, "It stinks too much, I don't want to sleep smelling that! Can you give me a bucket with a lid? I beg you!"

Chen Jinshui said, "Xiong Ge, let's just carry that bucket from outside in for him. Otherwise, he'll hate you even when he gets to the King of Hell."

Xiong Ge cursed, "The way you put it, I've got goosebumps on my back. You're the kind-hearted one; just let him do it inside."

Chen Jinshui said with a grin, "After he's done, won't it be the two of us who have to clean it up tomorrow anyway?"

Xiong Ge sighed, "Sigh, then go ahead."

Chen Jinshui's footsteps faded away, and before long, he returned carrying the bucket.

The moment he opened the door, He Yuzhu punched him in the chin, and Chen Jinshui passed out on the spot.

That fellow called Xiong Ge hadn't even realized what was happening when He Yuzhu darted behind him, struck the back of his head with a punch, and stowed him into his space.

He Yuzhu immediately dragged Chen Jinshui into the room and pulled a Dagger out from his space.

He patted Chen Jinshui's face.

Chen Jinshui hadn't been hit very hard and woke up quickly.

As soon as he saw He Yuzhu holding the Dagger, he immediately knelt down: "Good man, good man, I treated you well, don't kill me! I still have a seventy-year-old mother to support!"

He Yuzhu patted him twice: "If it weren't for that canned food you gave me, you definitely wouldn't be alive today. But if you want to live, it won't be that easy; you must tell me everything about the Training Camp on the island."

Chen Jinshui said tremblingly: "Good man, this Training Camp is... not far from our Military Camp, about two kilometers away, built on the Mid-Levels, and there are... there are over a hundred people in total. More than twenty are from M Country; they are Consultants, specifically here to train these people."

He Yuzhu asked: "How many people are actually in your Military Camp?"

Chen Jinshui said: "This battalion is at full strength with five hundred people. But many don't want to stay on the island, and many are faking illness; there are fewer than three hundred now."

He Yuzhu continued to ask: "Do you island-guarding soldiers participate in their training?"

Chen Jinshui said: "We and they are two different things. Our Battalion Commander doesn't like them, mainly because they don't treat us like human beings and often make us help them do things... The relationship between the two sides is not good right now."

After finishing his questions, He Yuzhu struck him on the back of the neck with his palm and stowed him into his space.

A favor received should be repaid with a spring; because Chen Jinshui had given him a can of food, He Yuzhu didn't want him to die and decided to take him back to Hong Kong.

He Yuzhu quietly walked out of the Military Camp and, following the direction Chen Jinshui had pointed, crept toward the Training Camp.

In less than twenty minutes, he arrived nearby. These barracks must have been built temporarily; there were no stone walls around them, just wire fencing.

The barracks in the center were all simple wooden huts.

He Yuzhu counted them; there were about thirty or so. These people had built the houses in a circle with a small plaza in the middle. Perhaps to defend against attacks and typhoons, it looked very much like the earthen buildings of Fujian.

There was a Training Ground on the hillside.

The equipment in the Training Ground was quite complete—various iron frames, obstacles for climbing wire fences, pull-up bars, and shooting targets; it was all there, typical of the American-style special forces training.

Their guards were quite strict; there were two patrol teams, twelve people in each, patrolling in a cross pattern, walking along the road right behind the wire fence.

After He Yuzhu figured out the basic situation, he began to ponder how to attack these people.

He had to take these people seriously. After all, with M Country special forces training them personally, their marksmanship wouldn't be bad. If they really swarmed him, it would be very difficult for him to handle.

Thinking of this, he turned on his detection and scanned the surroundings back and forth several times.

Soon, he discovered a sewer beneath the camp, with a very narrow exit. This was likely because they were afraid of someone entering the camp through the sewer.

But He Yuzhu could detect that the passage was quite wide once inside the camp.

After He Yuzhu paid the system 20 kilograms of gold, the system activated the digging function. After digging in for a dozen meters, the space inside became wider, and the system stopped digging.

He Yuzhu walked forward along the sewer, turning this way and that, and when he climbed out to look—it was the kitchen sewer.

He poked his head out of the sewer and smiled.

After entering the barracks, he began placing 1,000 kilograms of High Explosive in the core area of the barracks and set the timer, adjusting the time to exactly 3:00 AM.

That is to say, there were ten minutes left.

After finishing all this, he quickly hid and ran to the shooting range over a hundred meters away.

In the center of the shooting range was a Ring Fortress.

He Yuzhu jumped in, pulled a Light Machine Gun he had just gotten from the Hong Kong armory out of his space, and aimed the muzzle at the patrol team.

The watch hands ticked away.

He looked toward the shooting range and was immediately shocked—there were many portraits posted inside the shooting range; the first one was Liu Siman, and there were many famous Experts. Among them, he also discovered a portrait of Liu Xiaohua. Looking to the end, he didn't find his own photo, and sighed: "Am I old now, and not worth anything!"

"Boom—!"

A heaven-shattering, earth-destroying roar disrupted the silence before dawn.

A large fireball rose from the barracks, the sky over the island was dyed red, and almost all the barracks were reduced to powder.

The team that had just been patrolling near the barracks was unlucky and was blown into the sky.

The other team hadn't even reacted when the machine gun on He Yuzhu's side rang out.

"Da-da-da-da-da-da—"

The muzzle flashed with tongues of fire, bullets swept across, and seven or eight of the patrol team fell on the spot.

The remaining five didn't flinch; they actually charged directly toward He Yuzhu's side.

He Yuzhu pulled the trigger, picking them off one by one.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Five people, not a single one managed to charge to the front.

He Yuzhu picked up the Machine Gun and changed his position. He began to search for those who had not been killed by the blast; this time, he did not want to let a single one go.

Since you are engaged in such low-down, dirty business, then don't blame me for being ruthless.