The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

He ran all the way towards home, like a hare being chased by a hungry wolf.

When passing by the former camp, Zhao Shao suddenly stopped and his body froze in an instant as if he was cast under a spell. Then he hid in the tall, overgrown grass like a civet cat.

His eyes became as sharp as an eagle, revealing determination and vigilance, because he saw a group of familiar figures - the enemies who had been chasing him relentlessly.

These people were unaware of Zhao Shao's presence. They walked casually to the old site and stopped.

Zhou Zhi shouted at the top of his voice:

"Stand still for me!"

The soldiers immediately straightened their backs.

After a while, they began to disperse.

As Zhou Zhi walked, he kicked the stones on the ground and muttered:

"What a damn bad luck to be assigned to this shabby place to wait."

However, they didn't know that Zhao Shao had already seen through their plan.

He hid there quietly like a sculpture, not daring to make a sound, observing the surrounding environment and the enemy's movements from the narrow perspective exposed through the grass.

At this moment, a strong determination surged in Zhao Shao's heart.

Otherwise, why not kill them and put an end to it all, so as to save yourself from the worry.

So he began to rack his brains to think of countermeasures, preparing to engage in a fierce life-and-death battle with these enemies.

His heart was beating like a drum, his palms were full of sweat, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Boss, do you think those deserters will come this way?"

One of the younger brothers shrank his neck, his voice trembling, and looked at the captain with suspicious eyes, his heart full of doubts and worries.

His feet kept scraping the ground, showing his inner anxiety.

When the captain named Zhou Zhi heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient. He frowned, glared, and shouted:

"Who cares if they come or not?

This is not something we can decide.

If they don't come, it means we have completed the task assigned by the commander to stay in the old camp and catch deserters, and we can go back and report;

But wouldn’t it be better if they came?

In this way, we can not only complete the task, but also get extra reward silver.

And as a soldier, you just need to do your job quietly. Why think so much?"

After saying that, Zhou Zhi slapped the hat of the soldier who asked the question hard, and the soldier staggered.

"Okay, everyone listen to me!"

Zhou Zhi suddenly became serious, and his tone became stern and firm.

He straightened his back, glanced at the five soldiers in front of him, and shouted orders:

"Everyone, hide well. If anyone opens fire and exposes the target, you'll be ready to die!"

His voice carried an unquestionable majesty, making every soldier feel the heavy pressure and responsibility.

The soldiers nodded one after another, some swallowing their saliva, some clenching their guns with nervousness in their eyes, indicating that they understood.

They knew the importance of this mission and understood that if the operation failed due to personal reasons, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhao Shao watched them gather, and then divided his troops and hid in various directions.

Zhao Shao counted carefully and found that there were six people in total, and the soldiers in different positions could see each other. This made Zhao Shao fall into deep thought. How could he kill the other party?

"Forget it, let's just wait until nighttime when the opposite side disappears from view!"

Zhao Shao muttered to himself.

At this moment, the atmosphere around seemed to be frozen, with only the occasional sound of wind and a few birds singing in the distance.

Time passed slowly in silence, every second seemed particularly long, and gradually it was evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, but did not bring any warmth to this tense land.

The two sides continued to confront each other quietly, each looking in the direction of their concern and maintaining a high level of vigilance.

Finally, several figures appeared on the mountain road in the distance.

They were dressed in messy brown military uniforms, carrying weapons, and walking with heavy and cautious steps. They were obviously a group of deserters.

The soldiers advanced cautiously, looking around vigilantly, as if they were on guard against something.

One of the tall and thin men was muttering:

"Please don't let anything happen to you. Please don't let anything happen to you."

Zhou Zhi and his companions immediately realized that this might be the deserter they wanted to capture.

They gripped their guns tightly, fingers on the triggers, and stared at the deserters nervously. Every slight movement and every slight noise from the other side made their hearts beat faster.

Zhou Zhi took a deep breath, trying to calm the tension in his heart, his throat rolling up and down.

Then he used his eyes to signal the soldier next to him. When the fleeing soldiers entered the encirclement, the soldier shouted: "You are surrounded by us. If you want to survive, surrender your weapons and we will not kill you."

But these deserters were obviously not encountering this situation for the first time. After hearing the sound, they immediately opened fire towards the source of the sound.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and the sounds of "bang bang bang" broke the tranquility of the evening.

A large number of bullets flew towards the soldier. Among the dense group of bullets, there were always a few "lucky ones" who would fall on the soldier who made the sound. The guard fell in a pool of blood in an instant, his eyes still wide open in horror.

Seeing that these people were so ignorant, Zhou Zhi immediately shouted angrily:

"Kill these bastards!"

So the two sides started a fierce fight. For a while, dust was flying and shouts of killing were everywhere.

The recruits shot in panic and their movements were clumsy, while the guards were well-trained and responded calmly. The gap between the recruits and the guards became apparent. Most of the guards were unharmed, while the recruits fell down at an extremely fast speed.

But it was Zhao Shao's secret joining in the battlefield that allowed the battle to be brought to a stalemate.

In a short while, more than a dozen deserters died, their bodies lying on the ground in a mess, and their blood dyed the land red.

The guards were not in a much better situation either, with only Zhou Zhi left alive. However, Zhou Zhi realized that it was Zhao Shao who was behind the incident, so he turned his gun and pointed it at Zhao Shao.

Zhao Shao knew that once a sniper fight broke out, life and death would depend on a split second.

At this moment, a shocking fact emerged in his mind:

If he chooses to shoot, he has only a fifty percent chance of hitting the other person;

At the same time, the enemy on the opposite side has the same chance of shooting him.

This life-and-death decision made him feel unprecedented pressure, and his heartbeat became more and more violent, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

He gripped the gun handle tightly in his hand, his fingers turning white and trembling slightly from the force.

Sweat slid down his forehead and soaked his collar.

He tried hard to control his fear and told himself not to retreat.

However, when he imagined the severe pain and threat of death brought by the bullet passing through his body, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

These complex emotions intertwined together made Zhao Shao feel even more depressed.

He understood that this battle was not only a life-and-death struggle, but also a test of courage and determination.

He must overcome his inner fear and bravely face the unknown fate.

So he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and bravely pulled the trigger. The bullet was fired with a "whoosh" and hit Zhou Zhi's head accurately under his prayer.

Zhou Zhi's head exploded instantly, and blood splattered everywhere.

At the same time, Zhou Zhi's bullet only grazed the skin of Zhao Shao's left arm, and Zhao Shao only felt a burning pain.

Zhao Shao won the battle after all.

After simply packing up the spoils, Zhao Shao continued to head towards home. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting a long shadow.

At this moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of Zhao Shao's heavy footsteps and panting.

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