The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

The campfire crackled inside the cave, sparks flying. The instant Black Dragon's AI prosthetic eye erupted with a blinding red light, Lei Tao nearly dropped the metal fragments in his hand. The sharp whistle of the military dog's alarm, mixed with the howling wind and snow outside, reverberated through the rock walls, creating a heart-pounding echo.

"Heat source! Northwest, at least twenty people!" Meng Yan raised his rifle and aimed it at the cave entrance, the barrel gleaming coldly in the firelight. The old woodcutter quickly moved the wounded to a recessed area in the rock wall and pulled off the explosive pack from his waist. "Those are the Kwantung Army's snow boots. The sound of them treading on the snow is three times louder than the bandits'!"

Before he could finish his words, the bullet had already pierced the snow at the cave entrance, sending sparks flying against the rock wall. Lei Tao rolled over and dragged Morikawa Hiroshi towards him, his saber pressed to his throat: "Tell your men to retreat!" The Japanese major suddenly grinned, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth—at some point, he had swallowed the cyanide capsule hidden in his collar.

"Lei, be careful!" Black Dragon suddenly lunged at the cave entrance, its intelligent AI prosthetic eye analyzing the enemy's trajectory as a flowing orange line. Amidst the scattering of debris, a barrage of bullets raked the cave walls. Lei Tao glimpsed dark figures swaying in the snow—no ordinary Japanese soldier, but an elite unit wearing the custom-made uniforms of the Kwantung Army's Special Operations Division, each armed with an MP35 submachine gun. These agents wore black leather goggles, their masks revealing only their cold eyes. Their tactical vests were festooned with grenades and magazines, their movements exuding the aura of well-trained combat.

The leading special agent raised his hand, and the gunfire stopped abruptly. He pulled off his mask, revealing a hideous scar on his face. "Remnants of the Anti-Japanese United Army, hand over Major Morikawa's body and the fragments of the secret code, and perhaps you'll be able to keep your body intact." He raised his MP35 submachine gun, the black muzzle pointed at Lei Tao.

The old woodcutter cursed under his breath, "They're the Special High Section's Night Owl squad, responsible for clearing out high-ranking members of the Anti-Japanese United Army." Meng Yan gripped his rifle tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead. "This group is incredibly formidable. Not only are they accurate with their guns, they're also skilled in infiltration and assassination."

Lei Tao stuck the high-explosive incendiary bomb firmly to the back of Morikawa's body. With a sudden push of his toes, the body streaked through the air like a cannonball, scorching towards the secret service officer with a pungent stench of sulfur. "If you want the body, I'll give it back to you. But if you want the secret code, I'll see if you have the skills!" He sneered as he grasped the miniature remote control in his palm.

Black Dragon crouched low, the blue light of its intelligent AI prosthetic eye flickering like a wolf's in the darkness, analyzing the positions, weapon grips, and breathing rates of over twenty agents into a pulsating datalink. The leading scarred agent's pupils constricted, and by the time he shouted, "Disperse," the bodies had already slammed heavily onto the snow.

The moment the red button on the remote control dented, the world was engulfed in a blazing white. The blast, mixed with white phosphorus, shredded the snow, and Morikawa Hiroshi's limbs exploded in a fan-shaped pattern, engulfed in burning shrapnel. The three agents, unable to evade, their chemical suits instantly ignited with a faint blue flame, and they rolled and wailed in the snow. "Baga! Suppress the cave entrance!" The scarred agent wiped the blood from his face, his MP35 submachine gun blazing, his bullets sending a shower of sparks ricocheting off the rock face.

Lei Tao said, "Great! I like your full confidence in trying to annihilate me. Let me play with you." He took out two stun grenades from the Bagua Gyro space, pulled out the safety at the same time, and threw them towards the Kwantung Army spies waiting outside the cave...

Two stun grenades spun out, trailing blinding flames, and exploded with a resounding bang in the snow. The blinding light, like a miniature sun, instantly blasted everything within a ten-meter radius in a pale white. This was followed by an eardrum-rending roar, the sound waves pounding the agents' chests like a physical object.

Despite their well-trained training, these self-proclaimed elite agents underestimated the power of stun grenades. The intense light burned their goggles, leaving behind lingering spots of light that lingered on their retinas, leaving only a white blur before their eyes. The piercing ringing in their ears, like countless needles piercing their ear canals, nearly knocked them off balance, their MP35 submachine guns dropping unconsciously. Some agents stumbled into their companions, while others collapsed to their knees, clutching their ears tightly, sobs of pain emanating from their throats.

"Opportunity!" Lei Tao shouted, his modified Type 81 rifle emitting flames. Black Dragon seized the opportunity, leaping out like black lightning. Its intelligent AI prosthetic eyes, unaffected by bright light, pinpointed the enemy's vital points. Its claws tore through the throat of one agent, while its body pushed back another who attempted to raise his weapon. Meng Yan and Lao Qiao flanked them from both sides, their bullets whizzing through the enemy's weakly protected legs and shoulder blades, instantly staining the snow red with blood.

Though dazed and shaken, the scarred agent forced himself to raise his rifle and fire wildly in the direction of the noise. "Don't panic! Shoot them all!" his roar, mingled with the ringing in his ears, became indistinct. Just as several agents fired their weapons, the cluster grenade launched by Lao Qiao exploded in the crowd, the blast carrying shrapnel and blasting the agents who were trying to regroup into a bloody mess.

The smoke gradually cleared, revealing over twenty agents lying in a pool of blood. The scarred officer's goggles had long since shattered, and half his face had been burned by the blast, blood streaking beneath the charred flesh. A deathly groan escaped from his throat, and his trembling hand pointed at the MP35 submachine gun five steps away—the gun still stained with his comrades' brains.

"Still trying to struggle?" Lei Tao's boot suddenly stomped down on the back of his hand, the sound of ice breaking mixed with the crack of dislocated fingers. The officer doubled over in pain, only to see a flash of cold light as Lei Tao whipped out a three-edged bayonet, the blade precisely severing the tendons in his right wrist. Warm blood splattered on the snow, and the MP35 submachine gun slipped from Li's fingers, the barrel instantly covered by the snow.

"You... can't kill all... the Empire of Japan..." Scarred Agent's roar turned into a choking cough, his left eye twitching uncontrollably in pain. Lei Tao sneered, pressing his bayonet to his Adam's apple: "Remember, it's not the 'Empire' that will kill you, but the Chinese soldiers you call 'ghosts.'" The moment the blade sank into the Black Dragon, a low whimper erupted—the military dog's intelligent AI prosthetic eye detected a heat reaction from the distant ridge.