Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

"Report!" A soldier ran in and saluted.

"The reconnaissance team discovered numerous explosion traces in Wolf Valley. Colonel Kobayashi's troops...were completely wiped out."

Yamada Ichiro's face darkened, and he slammed his fist down on the table. "Baka! How dare the Chinese be so arrogant!" He turned to his staff officer and said, "Assemble the troops immediately. I will lead them myself and flatten Wild Wolf Valley!"

The staff officer hesitated for a moment and whispered a warning: "Colonel, the Chinese are very cunning. Should we send scouts to find out the situation first, and then..."

"No need!" Yamada Ichiro interrupted him coldly, "Time waits for no one, we must fight quickly and decisively! Pass the order, all troops, march out!"

Half an hour later, the Japanese reinforcements marched toward Wolf Valley. Yamada Ichiro sat in the command vehicle, his face gloomy, yet a sense of unease welled up within him. He had a feeling this operation wouldn't go smoothly.

As the convoy reached a narrow mountain path, a sudden loud noise came from the front. Huge rocks from the cliffs rained down, blocking the way. Startled, Ichiro Yamada quickly ordered, "Enemy attack! Everyone on alert!"

However, before his order could be circulated to the entire army, intense gunfire rang out from the cliffs on both sides. The guerrillas, commanding a commanding position, poured down their firepower like a torrential rain, instantly throwing the Japanese convoy into chaos.

Ichiro Yamada climbed out of the command vehicle and roared: "Counterattack! Counterattack!" But the Japanese soldiers had already been defeated by the sudden attack, the armored vehicles were crushed by huge rocks, and the sea of ​​fire swallowed everything.

At this moment, a dark shadow appeared silently behind Yamada Ichiro. He turned around suddenly and met Lu Yang's cold eyes.

"You... who are you?" Yamada Ichiro asked in horror.

Lu Yang sneered and pointed the Azure Dragon in his hand at his forehead. "I'll send you off."

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out, and Ichiro Yamada's eyebrows burst into blood, and he fell to the ground. Without a leader, the Japanese army completely collapsed, and the remaining troops were annihilated one by one in the flames.

At dawn, the battle was once again drawing to a close. Standing on the cliff, Lu Yang gazed at the burning Japanese vehicles below, his face still devoid of the joy of victory. He whispered, "Old Wang, this time, I've avenged you."

Lao Hei ran over and gasped, "We won! The backup troops are finished too!"

"Yes," Lu Yang murmured, "but the price is too high." He closed his eyes, and Lao Wang's voice and smile appeared in his mind again, and his heart ached.

Lao Hei was silent for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder. "His sacrifice was not in vain. With Eagle's Beak Cliff saved, the frontline troops can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Lu Yang nodded, his gaze turning towards the distant sky, which was now turning pale. "There's still more battles to fight. Let's rest for a day. Tomorrow we'll go find their next target. We can't let them catch their breath."

Monkey came over and whispered, "Brother Lu, your injury..."

"It's okay." Lu Yang interrupted him, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "As long as the devils are still there, we have to keep fighting."

Lu Yang took the document and quickly scanned the contents, his brows gradually furrowing. "The Japanese high command has learned of the situation here, and they are organizing a larger force to encircle and suppress us."

Lao Hei nodded, his face solemn. "Their forces are at least three times ours, and their weapons and equipment are more advanced than ours. I'm afraid this time..."

Lu Yang interrupted him, his tone firm. "Don't worry, we have the advantage of terrain. Plus, their commander is new and may not be able to adapt quickly to the complex terrain here." He paused, a cold look flashing in his eyes. "Besides, I already have a new plan."

At this moment, Monkey ran over hurriedly and said breathlessly: "Brother Lu, I just received news that the Japanese army sent a reconnaissance team and they are heading towards us."

Lu Yang sneered. "You've arrived just in time! Let's lure them out of their hole." He turned to Lao Hei and said, "Take some of your men and ambush them on both sides of the canyon. Once they enter the encirclement, we'll just shut the door and attack them."

Lao Hei nodded and turned to arrange for manpower. Lu Yang then said to Monkey, "Go and inform the villagers to temporarily evacuate to a safe area to avoid being discovered by the Japanese army."

The monkey responded and ran away quickly. Lu Yang stood there, his eyes deep. He knew that the next battle would be even more difficult, but he had to persevere.

At noon, the Japanese reconnaissance team indeed entered the canyon. They advanced cautiously, vigilantly observing their surroundings. However, they failed to notice that the guerrillas had long been ambushed on the cliffs on both sides.

"Open fire!" With Lu Yang's command, gunshots suddenly rang out, and bullets rained down like raindrops. The Japanese reconnaissance team was caught off guard and immediately sought cover to hide.

"Baga! There's an ambush!" a Japanese soldier roared, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground.

A few minutes later, the battle ended, and the Japanese reconnaissance team was completely wiped out. Lu Yang walked down the cliff, glanced coldly at the corpses on the ground, turned to Lao Hei and said, "Clean up the battlefield and take away all their weapons and equipment."

Lao Hei nodded and ordered his brothers to start moving. Lu Yang stood aside, staring solemnly at the canyon exit. He knew that this was just the calm before the storm, and greater tests were yet to come.

In the evening, Monkey came back, looking a little anxious. "Brother Lu, I just heard a piece of news in the village that the Japanese army has set out and will arrive here early tomorrow morning."

Lu Yang nodded, as if he had anticipated this. "Looks like we don't have much time left," he said to Lao Hei. "Go tell the brothers to get some rest tonight and gather at four in the morning to prepare for battle."

After Lao Hei left, Lu Yang walked alone to the edge of the cliff, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. As night fell, the valley was silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the branches. Lu Yang stared at the dark night sky, his mind racing with thoughts.

He knew that the next battle would determine life and death, but he had no way to retreat and could not retreat. For the sake of his sacrificed comrades and for the peace of this land, he had to fight to the end.

"Old Wang, don't worry, I will protect this home for you." Lu Yang whispered to himself, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, turned and walked towards the camp.

The morning light shone on the cliffs of Wolf Valley. The smoke gradually dissipated, but the air lingered with the scent of gunpowder and scorched earth. Lu Yang leaned against an old tree, the wound on his left shoulder aching slightly beneath the crude bandage, but his gaze, sharp as a knife, scanned the distant mountains. The victory at Black Rock Gorge had annihilated the Japanese reinforcements, temporarily securing Eagle's Beak Cliff. But he knew it was only a brief respite. Enemy retaliation was inevitable, and a proactive attack would buy him more time.

Lao Hei walked over, holding a rag he had dug out from the wreckage of the Japanese army. It was faintly stained with blood and a serial number. "Lu Yang, the guys have repaired two armored vehicles. They're a bit damaged, but they're still usable. We've also got some ammunition. What are we going to do next?"

Lu Yang took the rag, glanced at it, and whispered, "There's a puppet army stronghold nearby, less than 20 miles from here. The Japanese have set up a warehouse there, storing fuel and weapons. We have to take it down." He paused, a cold glint in his eyes, "We can't let the Japanese catch their breath."

Monkey came over, still clutching the map he'd seized from Yamada's command vehicle. "Brother Lu, I remember there's a dot marked here. It seems to be the stronghold you mentioned." He unfolded the map and pointed to a small dot circled in red. "This place is called 'Shiqiao Town.' There's a river and a warehouse next to it."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes and examined the map carefully. Shiqiao Town was located on the riverbank. The puppet army stronghold guarded the bridgehead, and the warehouse was close to the riverbank. The terrain was flat but easy to defend and difficult to attack. He sneered, "Great place! If we take it, the enemy's supply line will be cut off again." He turned to Lao Hei and said, "Gather the men, bring the repaired armored vehicles, and we'll attack tonight."

Lao Hei nodded, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Your injury hasn't healed yet. How about you rest for a night and I'll lead the team?"

"No." Lu Yang said firmly, "I have to go in person. The Japanese are cunning and the puppet army is not easy to deal with. Without my command, chaos is likely to occur." He stood up and moved his left shoulder. He frowned in pain, but forced himself not to say a word.

Monkey interrupted, "Brother Lu, I'll go to the village and get some more kerosene and hay. That trick worked last night, and we can burn them tonight!"

Lu Yang patted his shoulder, his lips curled up slightly. "Okay, hurry up and come back before dark." The monkey grinned, turned around and ran down the mountain.

As the sky darkened, the guerrillas assembled in the dense forest. Two repaired armored vehicles were parked under the shade of a tree. The bodies were full of bullet holes, but the brothers had repaired them so that they could run and fight. Lu Yang put on a captured puppet army uniform, hung a cloth strip on his left arm, and smeared some mud on his face, disguising himself as a wounded soldier. He whispered, "Lao Hei, you lead a team of people in armored vehicles to make a feint attack from the front to attract fire. Monkey, you take a few people to sneak over from the river and set fire to the warehouse. I will take a few brothers to sneak in and kill their leader."

Lao Hei nodded and whispered, "Be careful and don't be too brave." Lu Yang nodded, took three capable team members and quietly went down the mountain.

The night was as dark as ink. The puppet army stronghold in Shiqiao Town was dimly lit. Two machine guns were mounted on the bridgehead, and several puppet soldiers were lazily leaning against sandbags, smoking. The warehouse was on the riverbank, its iron roof filled with oil drums and ammunition boxes. Japanese soldiers patrolled the door, and their discipline was much stricter than that of the puppet army. Lu Yang led the three of them to the bridge and whispered, "Follow me closely and don't make a sound."

He deliberately hunched his body, pretending to be a wounded puppet soldier, and stumbled towards the bridgehead. The guard glanced at him, frowned, and shouted, "Who is it? Password!"

Lu Yang lowered his voice and replied in the dialect commonly used by the puppet army: "I am from the third company. The Japanese bombed our camp and I almost died! The password is 'Iron Horse', let me pass!" He covered his left shoulder and pretended to be in pain.

The guard was skeptical. When he got closer, he saw that Lu Yang was covered in mud and wearing a puppet army uniform. He waved his hand and said, "Go in, don't run around!" Lu Yang lowered his head and responded, then took the three of them into the stronghold.

At the same time, Lao Hei and his armored convoy approached from the front, the roar of their engines shattering the night's silence. The puppet army stronghold was instantly in an uproar. Machine gunners opened fire frantically, bullets clanging against the armored vehicles. Lao Hei, hiding inside the vehicle, shouted, "Fight back! Show them some pain!" Guerrillas emerged from behind their vehicles, unleashing a barrage of rifles and grenades, sending flames flying across the bridgehead.

The Japanese troops near the warehouse heard the commotion and immediately rushed to reinforce the bridgehead, leaving a few men to guard the oil barrels. Monkey seized the opportunity to lead his men from the riverbank, kerosene cans in hand, and quietly approached the warehouse. He whispered, "Pour oil, light it!" Quickly, they poured kerosene around the barrels, threw in some hay, struck a match, and flames erupted instantly.

"Boom!" The warehouse exploded with a deafening roar, flames shot up into the sky, oil drums exploded one after another, and thick smoke billowed. The Japanese guarding the warehouse panicked and shouted, "The Chinese are attacking! Put out the fire!" But the fire was already out of control and the warehouse became a sea of ​​fire.

Lu Yang sneaked into the stronghold and led the three men straight to the command post. The puppet army leader, a portly middle-aged man, stood by the window, cursing, "Damn it! What bandits dared to come and cause trouble?" Lu Yang sneered, flung open the door, and pointed the "Qinglong" sword at him between the eyebrows.

"Who..." The puppet army leader hadn't finished his words when, "Bang!" a gunshot rang out, blood spurted from his brow, and he collapsed to the ground. The Japanese advisor inside reacted and drew his gun to shoot, but Lu Yang rolled sideways and swung his dagger, striking him squarely in the throat. The remaining two puppet soldiers were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and knelt, begging for mercy.

"Have mercy! We surrender!" one of them cried.

Lu Yang said coldly: "Take your people and get out of the stronghold, otherwise you will all be killed!" The two men crawled out, shouting to retreat.

Seeing their commander dead and the warehouse ablaze, the puppet troops at the bridgehead collapsed in morale, abandoning their weapons and fleeing. Lao Hei seized the opportunity and rushed across the bridgehead with armored vehicles, crushing the remaining resistance. The Japanese guards were caught in a double bind of fire and gunfire, and were almost completely killed or wounded.

The battle lasted less than an hour, and the Shiqiao Town stronghold was completely captured. Lu Yang stood by the bridge, looking at the burning warehouse. The firelight reflected on his face, revealing a pair of cold eyes. Lao Hei ran over, panting, "Well done! The warehouse is gone, and the Japanese can't replace it in a short time!"

Lu Yang nodded and whispered, "Old Wang, this time, I have avenged you again." He closed his eyes, and the figure of Old Wang appeared in his mind, and his heart ached.

Monkey came over carrying a bucket of captured rifle ammunition and grinned, "Brother Lu, we're going to get a payout this time! We still have a few boxes of bullets left, so we can use them!"

"Okay." Lu Yang opened his eyes and looked off into the distance. "Pack up your things and retreat back to Wild Wolf Valley. The Japs will be sending people to investigate soon, so we need to prepare for the next battle."

Lao Hei frowned and said: "Your injury..."

"It's okay." Lu Yang interrupted him, lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke, "As long as the Japanese don't die, we have to keep fighting." He turned and walked towards the armored vehicle, his steps slow but firm.

Meanwhile, inside Japanese headquarters, a senior officer received news of the fall of Shiqiao Town and flew into a rage. "Baka! They can't even hold a puppet stronghold!" He slammed the table and turned to his staff, "Send two more squadrons. We must capture Yingzui Cliff! The Chinese won't be able to hold on for much longer!"

The staff officer whispered, "Sir, the warehouse in Shiqiao Town has been destroyed, and our supplies..."

"Supplies?" The officer sneered, "From the front line! I want to see the flames of Eagle's Beak Cliff!" He stared at the Wild Wolf Valley and Shiqiao Town on the map with a sinister look, and a new revenge was brewing in his heart.

In Wolf Valley, the guerrillas carried captured supplies back to camp. Two armored vehicles parked beneath a tree, and the brothers busied themselves counting ammunition. Lu Yang sat on a rock, tearing a strip of old cloth from his left shoulder. The blood had dried, but the wound still felt faintly warm. He washed it with strong liquor, gritting his teeth in pain, but remained silent.

Lao Hei came over and whispered, "Send scouts to keep an eye on the Japs' movements. They won't give up."