The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Lei Tao once again stepped into the mysterious jungle. As soon as he entered, a strong smell of blood hit him. It was the lingering smell left behind after Lei Tao had assassinated a Japanese soldier in the early morning and disposed of the corpse. This pungent smell filled the entire jungle, making him nauseous.

At this moment, the jungle, besides the stench of blood, was filled with an eerie silence. Sunlight struggled to penetrate the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows, but it couldn't dispel the subtly murderous aura. Those shadows that fell to the ground seemed frozen by the tense atmosphere, losing their former vitality.

The birds, as if sensing the approaching danger, ceased their chirping. The once cheerful birdsong vanished, replaced by a heart-wrenching silence. The entire jungle seemed shrouded in a tense atmosphere, every leaf and branch seeming to speak of the impending storm.

Lei Tao took steady steps, carefully weaving through the trees. His movements were light and agile, like a lurking cheetah. Each step he took was made with minimal sound, so as not to alert any potential enemies. His eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, searching for the best spots to set traps and booby traps.

Lei Tao paused at a narrow path. Dense bushes flanked the path, leaving only enough space for two people to walk side by side. He squatted down and gently brushed aside the fallen leaves, revealing the damp soil beneath. The soil exuded a faint fishy odor, as if telling of the bloodshed and cruelty this land had witnessed.

Lei Tao pulled some small tools from his backpack, their metallic gleaming in the sunlight. His hands moved expertly, like a skilled craftsman. He first picked up a small shovel and began digging carefully. Each stroke was filled with calmness and concentration. The soil slowly stirred beneath his shovel, and soon, a shallow pit appeared before his eyes.

Next, Lei Tao pulled out a booby trap. It looked unassuming, yet it held immense destructive power. He carefully placed it in the pit, as if he were setting a time bomb ready to explode at any moment. He adjusted the trigger mechanism with the concentration of someone fiddling with a precious work of art. His fingers twirled nimbly, ensuring that if anyone unwary stepped on it, a violent explosion would occur.

After placing the booby trap, Lei Tao gently covered it with fallen leaves. His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he were covering a sleeping baby with a blanket. The leaves, like obedient spirits, fell slowly in his hands, making it appear indistinguishable from the surrounding ground. After this, Lei Tao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile, as if imagining the Japanese soldiers' terror and despair at stepping on the booby trap.

Beneath a large tree not far away, Lei Tao began setting another trap. He looked up at the towering tree, its leaves swaying gently in the breeze, as if cheering him on. Using the surrounding branches and vines, he began meticulously crafting a simple hanging net. His hands, like a weaving shuttle, swiftly weaved through the branches and vines. Gradually, the branches and vines intertwined in his hands into a vast net.

When an enemy passed by, the mechanism would be triggered, and the net would drop rapidly, trapping them securely. Lei Tao carefully checked the net's strength, tugging on each rope to ensure it could withstand the enemy's struggles. He imagined the Japanese soldier hanging in mid-air, struggling like a helpless monkey, and his heart was filled with pleasure.

Not content with this, Lei Tao set up a few more small traps around the net. He placed sharp stones on the ground, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight. If an enemy fell from the net, they would be pierced by the stones, causing unbearable pain. Each stone seemed like a tiny demon, waiting to inflict pain on the enemy.

Next, Lei Tao hung a bamboo tube filled with poisonous tree sap from a nearby tree. He carefully tied the tube to the mine, meticulously adjusting the angle and position. When a Japanese soldier was trapped, he would undoubtedly cry for help. Once the rescuer triggered the mine, a violent explosion would occur. The bamboo tube filled with poisonous tree sap would explode, releasing the toxic sap into the air. Any nearby Japanese soldiers who breathed in this toxic air would inevitably be poisoned. Lei Tao could already see the pain the Japanese soldiers would suffer from the poisoning: coughing, difficulty breathing, and even potential incapacity.

Meanwhile, the site of the Japanese army's entry ceremony in Nanjing, after the bombardment, was a scene of devastation. The smoke had not yet completely cleared, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder. Shattered tanks and armored vehicles lay scattered on the ground, as if telling of the sudden disaster. Panicked Japanese soldiers bustled about, some rescuing the wounded, others cleaning up the scene. Their faces were filled with fear and anger, their eyes revealing a dread of the unknown enemy.

Japanese high-ranking generals such as Matsui Iwane had gloomy faces. They looked at the tragic scene before them with anger, their hearts filled with confusion and anxiety.

Matsui Iwane gritted his teeth, his face livid as he roared to his men, "Who is it? Who has the guts and the ability to launch an attack during our entry ceremony? Find him! Find this guy and tear him to pieces!"

The men stood there trembling, not daring to breathe. One of the officers quickly responded, "General, we will do our utmost to find this enemy."

A fierce look flashed in Matsui Iwane's eyes as he continued to give orders: "Order the 6th Infantry Regiment to search in the general direction from which the shells came. No matter the cost, we must find those who bombarded our entry ceremony. If we don't completely eliminate them, the city of Nanjing will never be at peace!"

"Yes, General!" The officers immediately took the order and quickly organized their troops to move. The Japanese 6th Infantry Regiment, like a pack of hungry wolves, advanced aggressively towards the direction of the artillery fire.

Matsui Iwane turned to another officer and said, "Also, order the military police squadron to seal off the gates of Nanjing. Confiscate the cameras and film of those Western journalists. We cannot let the photos of the bombardment during their entry ceremony get out. Otherwise, the Great Japanese Empire will lose face in the international community!"

"Understood, General!" The officer quickly carried out the order, and the Japanese military police squadron immediately rushed to each city gate and began strict inspections.

On the streets of Nanjing, Western journalists were suddenly seized by the Japanese army. An American journalist named Ellie watched the approaching Japanese troops with horror. Knowing the importance of the film that captured the bombardment during the Japanese army's entry ceremony, Ellie quickly looked around and, before the Japanese army got close enough, secretly hid the precious film in a rat hole on the side of a Nanjing street and covered it with rocks. After doing this, she took out the other film and placed the camera in her backpack, waiting for the Japanese army to confiscate it.

When the Japanese soldiers came to Ellie, they roughly snatched her backpack and began to rummage through it. Ellie protested angrily, "You are violating my human rights! I am a journalist and I have the right to record the facts!"

The Japanese soldiers ignored her protests and continued to search her belongings. Ellie's heart was in her throat. She looked at the Japanese soldiers nervously, afraid they would discover her secret. Fortunately, the Japanese soldiers did not find the crucial film. They threw the backpack back to Ellie and continued to confiscate the other journalists' belongings.

On this dangerous and unknown battlefield, Lei Tao's meticulously laid traps and booby traps, like hidden killers, quietly await the arrival of the Japanese army. Driven by anger and fear, the Japanese army begins their search. A thrilling battle is about to begin.