Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

The militiamen began to counterattack, and sure enough, the firepower attacking Lu Yao's side weakened.

Lu Yao slid down from behind the tree.

He fired two more shots at the other person, then crouched down and ran.

They truly operate on a hit-and-run tactic.

When the enemy fires at your original location, you can take the opportunity to observe the number and position of the enemy.

These people aren't very good at shooting or reacting.

Within minutes, Lu Yao had completely confused him.

Lu Yao stopped firing.

They crept over there quietly.

When we got closer, we could hear them talking in Japanese.

There were men and women, and children.

Getting closer, you can vaguely see the other person's shadow.

Lu Yao switched to a Mauser pistol.

"Bang bang bang"

Three shots were fired, and the hidden figures were immediately hit and convulsed.

Then Lu Yao hid behind a tree.

After firing for a while, the enemy began to retreat.

Lu Yao then picked up the Type 99 rifle and used a 4x scope to search for the dark figure.

Find one and kill it.

Four were defeated in succession.

These people were completely routed and fled in all directions.

Lu Yao approached, gun in hand.

Find the few you killed or injured.

Upon closer inspection, they were indeed a group of women and teenagers.

They were all dressed in rags, some with animal skins wrapped around their bodies.

One woman survived; a bullet had struck her shoulder, and she was writhing and groaning in pain.

Lu Yao crouched down and pressed the gun against her forehead:

How many of you are there in total?

The woman shook her head and refused to speak.

Lu Yao raised the butt of his gun and slammed it hard into her hand.

The woman cried in pain, spouting gibberish.

Lu Yao actually knew a little bit of Japanese, but she spoke so fast that I couldn't understand a single word!

"Fuck you, I'm not asking anymore!"

Lu Yao kicked the woman hard, breaking her neck.

It's a waste of time to ask her if we don't speak the language.

After looking around, I realized I had killed six people and injured three others.

Those who are injured should be killed immediately.

There are no people to watch over the prisoners; we can't leave any future trouble.

Most of these people were young women, with only one adult man who looked to be in his sixties.

The other party couldn't possibly be without a strong man.

Did they break through?

Lu Yao walked a little further into the woods.

Hearing what sounded like voices ahead, I quickly hid behind a tree to observe.

It's too dark; I still can't see how far away it is.

He yelled twice:

"Mei Ping! Zhang Yuanchao! If you hear me, take cover!"

I just finished speaking.

"Bang!"

A bullet flew by and hit the trunk of a tree nearby.

Oh shit!

Lu Yao was so angry that he kept cursing.

I'm not afraid of encountering enemies, but in this pitch black, I can't distinguish friend from foe, so I can't fight!

It would be better if there were no militiamen with him, and he could fight alone without being restricted!

……

Darkness enveloped the forest.

Only where there was snow on the ground did a deathly white expanse appear.

After Zhang Yuanchao repelled an enemy that emerged from the snow, he couldn't find Mei Ping.

The sound followed.

It was Liu Hui and Li Jinbao who brought the wounded over.

Zhang Yuanchao raised his hand and shushed him.

The militiamen behind them stopped in their tracks.

The woods fell silent again.

He could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

The wounded soldiers' heavy breathing condensed into white mist in the minus thirty-degree air.

Liu Hui leaned closer, his lips barely moving, the words squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Old Zhang, what should we do?"

It was so quiet, not even a bird chirped.

The snow's reflection in the darkness created an eerie, pale white effect.

Li Jinbao held the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, its muzzle trembling slightly, pointing it at the black pines that stood like ghostly shadows.

"rustle……"

It wasn't the wind.

Zhang Yuanchao suddenly raised his hand.

Everyone froze in place.

The sound stopped.

He gestured to Liu Hui – to cover.

Liu Hui's slender body shrunk down like a cat, hiding behind a fallen tree.

"Walk."

Zhang Yuanchao lowered his voice, almost whispering.

The wounded helped each other and began to move again.

"Gaba"

A militiaman stepped on a trap.

"call out--"

The sound was sharp and came from the side.

A sharpened tree trunk, propelled by the immense force of the rope and the trunk's rebound, swept out of the darkness with a whooshing sound.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Yuanchao roared.

late.

The log struck the militiaman, whose wrist was injured, squarely in the chest; the sound of bones breaking was like ice shattering.

A short, mournful scream was swallowed by the snow, leaving only hoarse gasps.

Gunshots rang out from outside the woods.

Lu Yao was still locked in combat with the other party.

"Rush!"

Li Jinbao's voice changed, and he thrust the gun out, blindly pulling the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of gunfire from the 5th or 6th round shattered the deathly silence. The flashes of light briefly illuminated his terrified, contorted face and the dancing shadows of the trees around him.

"Don't shoot!"

Zhang Yuanchao roared, but it was too late.

Gunshots came from another direction.

"Chirp chirp—"

The distinctive sound of the Type 38 rifle.

A burst of blood appeared on Li Jinbao's forehead, and his body leaned back, falling straight down in the snow.

The Type 56 pistol flew out of my hand and crashed into the snowdrift.

"Jinbao!"

Liu Hui's eyes instantly turned red.

He fired in the direction where the gunfire had faded.

"You little devils! I'll fuck your ancestors!"

The bullets struck the tree trunks in the distance with a soft thud, only stirring up a cloud of snow.

"Liu Hui! Save your bullets!"

Zhang Yuanchao crawled to Li Jinbao's side, touched the side of his neck, and his heart sank.

Hopeless.

He grabbed the Type 56 and rolled behind a big tree.

"They're lurking in the shadows! Everyone, don't panic!"

The wounded soldiers also found cover and fired their guns haphazardly outwards.

"Chirp chirp—"

Another sound.

A militiaman who was changing his magazine was jolted as a bullet entered from below his shoulder.

He groaned and collapsed, blood gushing out and quickly staining the white snow beneath him.

The opponent has amazing marksmanship!

Zhang Yuanchao felt a chill in his heart.

To be able to hit the opponent's vitals based on gunfire in such a dark environment, the opponent must be a master!

The enemy, like a ghost, circled around them in the darkness and the woods.

Traps are everywhere.

Liu Hui tried to flank from the side, but his ankle was suddenly hoisted up by a wire loop, and he was pulled off the ground headfirst, his gun falling from his hand.

His body swayed back and forth like a pendulum, and he dared not utter a sound.

Making a sound at this moment would undoubtedly make one a target for the other side.

Zhang Yuanchao sat leaning against the tree roots, holding two 56-and-a-half cigarettes.

One was his own, and the other belonged to Li Jinbao.

He heard a faint rustling sound coming from around him.

It sounded like the wind.

It's like many feet moving gently, and the encirclement is tightening.

Looking back, I realized I had already lost touch with the wounded militiamen behind me.

They had no idea how far away it was.

He took out a hand grenade.

Not every militiaman carried grenades; only the group leader, Zhang Yuanchao, carried two.

However, during nighttime battles, the fire was always long-range, with distances of tens of meters, so there was no opportunity to use it.

This time, Zhang Yuanchao planned to wait until the enemy got close before throwing the bomb at them.

There were indeed footsteps approaching.

He unscrewed the metal caps under the two grenades.

Holding a grenade in his right hand, his little finger looped in the pin, he lay prone in the snow, waiting.

Although there have been live-fire exercises, this is the first time it has actually been used to bomb people!

Just then, Lu Yao's voice rang out.

"Mei Ping, Zhang Yuanchao, call out if you hear me. Stay hidden."

Then gunshots rang out.

Zhang Yuanchao knew that the enemy's attention would inevitably be drawn to Lu Yao at this moment.

He leaned out to look.

Sure enough, there were flashes of light about twenty meters ahead.

These people are firing in Lu Yao's direction.

Zhang Yuanchao pulled the pin and threw the grenade with all his might toward the firing point.

Immediately afterwards, the second one was thrown out as well.

He threw the grenade and immediately rolled behind a tree to hide.