The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 419: The sad aftermath and the shocking surprise attack!

As the sky darkened, the fading light cast a shadow over the devastated village. Lei Tao and Liu Zishan, dusty and exhausted, returned from a perilous journey to investigate the Japanese stronghold. Meng Xiaoyu, who had already taken care of the rescued girl, spotted them from afar and hurried over, her eyes filled with anxiety and concern.

Lei Tao suppressed the anger and grief that was surging in his heart, and said in a low but firm voice: "We have figured out the location of the Japanese stronghold and the deployment of their forces, but the most important thing now is to bury the folks who died tragically." The heaviness in his words was like a huge rock, pressing on everyone's heart.

Everyone silently picked up their shovels and hoes and headed for the open space outside the village. Water Buffalo and Water Sheep, two sturdy men of incredible strength, gripped their shovels tightly, each stroke bringing immense power. Beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks, dripping into the dry earth. With each shovelful, Liu Zishan's eyes flickered to the bodies of the villagers nearby. Hatred burned in his eyes, spurring his movements with increasing ferocity, as if channeling his rage against the Japanese into the digging. Lei Tao and Meng Xiaoyu carefully carried the bodies to the edge of the pit, their movements gentle and almost reverent, as if escorting the departed souls to their final resting place.

As night slowly fell, the pits filled, one after another, forming small mounds. Everyone stood solemnly before the graves, heads bowed in silence. A suffocating heaviness hung in the air. The rescued girl, supported by Meng Xiaoyu, also arrived at the graves. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at the new graves. She fell to her knees with a thud, crying, "Dad, Mom, uncles, take care. I will live well and see these devils get their comeuppance!" Her cries were heartbreaking, filled with the pain of losing a loved one and the hatred she felt for the Japanese army.

After the moment of silence, Lei Tao raised his head, with a determined flame of revenge burning in his eyes. He looked at the team members and the rescued villagers, and said loudly: "Fellow villagers, we have seen the atrocities of the Japanese devils, and we must get back this blood debt! Now, everyone find a safe place to hide. Tonight, we will let the Japanese devils taste the fear!" His words were loud and clear, echoing in everyone's ears like a bell, arousing everyone's inner fighting spirit.

The villagers hid in hidden caves deep in the mountains. At the same time, Lei Tao and others, like ghosts in the dark night, quietly infiltrated the Japanese camp.

The night was as dark as ink, weighing heavily on the earth. Only a gentle breeze rustled through the forest, making a soft rustling sound. Lei Tao and his team hid around the Japanese camp. Each of their faces was smeared with black paint, blending into the thick night. Their eyes were fixed on the movements within the camp.

Lei Tao took a deep breath, slowly gestured to the team members beside him, lowered his voice, and said word by word: "The action begins, remember, we must make the Japs completely terrified!" The team members understood and nodded slightly, exuding an aura that should not be underestimated, as if they were a volcano about to erupt, ready to go.

After saying that, Lei Tao crouched down, quickly pulled out a specially made audio device from his backpack, and pressed the play button with his thumb. Suddenly, a chilling sound of ghosts howling and wolves howling suddenly echoed in the night sky. The sound was shrill and sharp, like the desperate cries of wronged souls from the abyss of hell, making people shudder.

At the same time, Liu Zishan swung his arm and accurately threw a specially made smoke bomb into the camp. The smoke bomb exploded instantly, releasing a thick green smoke that looked particularly eerie and strange under the hazy moonlight. The green smoke seemed to have life, quickly spreading and expanding. In the blink of an eye, it tightly enveloped the entire camp. Suddenly, visibility in the camp was extremely low, and only blurry shadows remained a few steps away.

Lei Tao then took out a special smoke bomb from his arms, looked solemn, quickly turned to face the team members, and said anxiously in a low voice: "This smoke bomb contains hallucinogenic gas, everyone act quickly!" As he spoke, he quickly took out his spare towel from his backpack, took out a water bottle, and soaked the towel.

"Don't just stand there! Wet a towel with water, tie it tightly around your face, and cover your mouth and nose. Don't breathe this stuff in!" Lei Tao shouted again as he handed the wet towel to the nearest team member. The team members immediately followed suit. For a moment, the action of fetching water, soaking the towel, and tying it around their faces was swift and orderly, each one aware that this was a matter of life and death.

After doing this, Lei Tao zeroed in on the center of the camp and launched a smoke bomb. The bomb exploded, sending plumes of purplish smoke rising, blending with the earlier green smoke, creating an even more mysterious atmosphere. The mixed smoke quickly permeated the camp, echoing with the screams and frantic footsteps of Japanese soldiers wherever it passed. Lei Tao and his team, protected by wet towels, temporarily avoided the effects of the hallucinogenic gas. Using the smoke as cover, they quietly advanced toward their respective targets, preparing to inflict a more severe blow on the Japanese.

Lei Tao seized the opportunity and quickly pulled out a glow-in-the-dark paper kite from his pocket, gently handing it to Meng Xiaoyu. This exquisitely crafted paper kite emitted a faint, cold light in the darkness. Its facial features were distorted, its expression painful and ferocious, revealing an indescribable strangeness, as if it were a vengeful spirit from another world.

"Xiaoyu, wait until the smoke thickens, then release the kite. Start from the east side of the camp and slowly raise it higher," Lei Tao whispered, his eyes full of trust. Meng Xiaoyu nodded solemnly, gripping the kite string tightly. Her fingers applied a slight pressure, their knuckles turning white, a testament to her inner nervousness and anticipation. She took a deep breath, regulating her breathing, and quietly waited for the perfect moment, her every heartbeat a countdown to the impending action.

Lei Tao himself quickly approached the barbed wire fence at the edge of the camp. He pulled a pair of pliers from his backpack and carefully clamped the wire. His movements were light and swift, without a sound, each movement precise and smooth, like a precision machine. Then, he and his team entered the camp, moving through the shadows like a ghost.

Upon entering the camp, Lei Tao saw several Japanese soldiers looking around in panic, their guns unsteady and their bodies trembling. He curled his lips slightly in a cold smile, a smile that carried a certainty of victory and contempt for the enemy. He then quickly pulled out a ghost mask and donned it. The mask was hideous and terrifying, and against the backdrop of smoke and moonlight, it resembled a demon crawling out of hell, emitting a terrifying aura that seemed to devour the very souls of the Japanese soldiers.

Lei Tao roared, charging toward the Japanese soldiers. His figure loomed in the smoke, ghostlike, his footsteps light and swift, like a cheetah in the night, each step carrying a deadly threat. The sight of him terrified the Japanese soldiers, their faces turning pale as paper, their legs weakening, and some even collapsing to the ground, losing control of their bowels and bladder. Fear spread like wildfire through them, unstoppable.

At that moment, Meng Xiaoyu seized the opportunity when the smoke was thickest and, with a powerful swing of her arm, the luminous paper kite swayed and ascended into the sky. The dimly glowing paper figure slowly rose through the smoke, like a floating ghost, speaking of endless resentment. The Japanese soldiers, inadvertently looking up, saw this eerie scene, and screamed in fear, their fear reaching a peak. The hallucinogenic gas began to take effect, and some Japanese soldiers became dazed, as if they were seeing strange and terrifying visions. Some brandished their guns and fired indiscriminately into the air, while others wept bitterly, completely losing their minds and scurrying around the camp like the walking dead.

The team members sprang into action. Water Buffalo and Water Sheep, using megaphones, mimicked terrifying sounds like the roars of monsters and the whispers of ghosts. The sounds echoed through the camp, adding to the atmosphere of terror and deepening the Japanese soldiers' fear. Liu Zishan, holding a torch, waved frantically in the smoke, his figure stretched and shortened by the dancing flames, creating the illusion of a raging fire, as if the entire camp were about to be engulfed in this illusory flame. The entire camp was instantly plunged into chaos and terror, and the Japanese soldiers fled in all directions, completely losing their ability to resist.

Japanese commander Goro Yamado rushed out of the tent, roaring and trying to organize his soldiers to fight back. But his voice was quickly drowned out by the various terrifying noises, and the soldiers could not hear what he was saying. At the same time, under the dual effects of this strange atmosphere and the hallucinogenic gas, the soldiers had long lost the will to fight and were only concerned with fleeing in search of safety. Goro Yamado himself began to hallucinate. The scene before him became distorted, his body swayed, and he had difficulty standing, as if he was in a crazy dream and could not wake up.

Lei Tao saw Shan Teng Goro, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. That look was like a sharp blade, capable of slicing his enemy into pieces. He quietly circled behind Shan Teng Goro, his steps light and agile, making no sound. When he was only one step away from Shan Teng Goro, Lei Tao suddenly bent his knees, his body instantly exerting force like a spring, and leaped high into the air, drawing a sharp arc in the air, and pounced towards Shan Teng Goro.

Shan Teng Goro seemed to sense the danger behind him and just as he was about to turn around, Lei Tao's arm had already tightened around his neck like an iron clamp. Shan Teng Goro struggled desperately, using both hands to pry Lei Tao's arms apart and kicking wildly with his feet, trying to break free. But Lei Tao's strength was too great. He concentrated all his strength on his arms, causing Shan Teng Goro's face to flush red and his breathing to become increasingly difficult. Every struggle seemed so powerless.

Lei Tao whispered coldly into Shando Goro's ear, "Little devil, your doom has come!" He then freed one hand and pulled a sharp dagger from his waist. In the moonlight, the dagger's blade gleamed coldly, as if excited for the upcoming revenge. Without hesitation, Lei Tao plunged the dagger into Shando Goro's heart. Shando Goro's eyes widened, his face filled with fear and despair. He had never imagined that he would die in such a terrifying attack. As the dagger pierced his body, Shando Goro's body instantly went limp. Lei Tao released his grip, letting his body slowly fall, ending this demon's sinister life.

After dispatching Yamano Goro, Lei Tao took a breather, his gaze warily scanning his surroundings. Though the Japanese troops within the camp were in disarray, small pockets of resistance remained. Lei Tao knew that to successfully rescue the trapped civilians, he had to eliminate these obstacles.

Just then, his keen hearing picked up a flurry of footsteps from the right. Lei Tao quickly hid behind a pile of discarded wooden crates, pressing himself against them, and poked his head out slightly to observe. He saw a small group of about seven or eight Japanese soldiers, rifles drawn, their expressions panicked and somewhat ferocious, cautiously searching in his direction. Their figures loomed in the smoke, like wandering ghosts.

Lei Tao quickly calculated that if this group of Japanese soldiers approached the prison area, it would not only make rescuing the villagers more difficult, but could also put them in danger. He took a deep breath, his eyes sharp as a hawk, and decided to take the initiative.

When the Japanese squad was only five or six meters away, Lei Tao, like a cheetah poised for action, suddenly leaped from behind the wooden crate. With a flash of his body, he silently circled behind a Japanese soldier at the end of the line. Before the soldier could even register, Lei Tao had already reached out his left hand, tightly covering his mouth. With lightning speed, he slashed the soldier's throat with the dagger in his right hand. Warm blood spurted out, splashing onto Lei Tao's hands and clothes. The soldier, without even a sound, collapsed, his life fading in an instant.

The Japanese soldier in front of the team seemed to have noticed something and was about to turn around when Lei Tao had already switched his dagger to his left hand. He then grabbed a Japanese soldier from behind and punched him hard in the temple with his right fist. The punch was so powerful that the Japanese soldier's head tilted and he fainted, his body falling like a puppet with its strings cut.

Seeing this, the other Japanese soldiers raised their guns and fired wildly at Lei Tao. Lei Tao rolled on the ground and hid behind another wooden box. The bullet hit the wooden box, and sawdust flew. Taking advantage of the gap when the Japanese soldiers changed magazines, Lei Tao attacked again. He aimed at a Japanese soldier, jumped high from behind the wooden box, turned in the air, clamped his legs around the Japanese soldier's neck, and used his body weight and inertia to twist it hard. With a "crack", the Japanese soldier's neck was twisted off, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At this time, two more Japanese soldiers rushed over with bayonets. Lei Tao was not in a hurry. When they got closer, he suddenly threw the dagger in his hand, and the dagger pierced straight into the chest of a Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier widened his eyes and slowly fell down, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness. At the same time, Lei Tao dodged the bayonet attack of another Japanese soldier, grabbed his arm with his backhand, pulled him in front of him, and then hit him hard with his knee in the abdomen. The Japanese soldier was in pain and bent down. Lei Tao took the opportunity to hit him in the back of the neck with his elbow, knocking him unconscious to the ground, and letting him end this evil war in a coma.

There were still two Japanese soldiers left. They were frightened by Lei Tao's bravery and their faces turned pale, but they still raised their guns and kept shooting at Lei Tao. Lei Tao flexibly shuttled through the hail of bullets, using the surrounding debris as cover, and gradually approached them. When the distance was close enough, Lei Tao picked up a fallen bayonet on the ground and threw it hard at one of the Japanese soldiers. The bayonet pierced the chest of the Japanese soldier. He screamed and fell to the ground. The sound echoed in the smoke, full of pain and despair. Seeing this, the last Japanese soldier turned around and ran away in fear. Lei Tao would not give him a chance. He rushed forward a few steps, jumped up from behind, hugged his head with both hands, twisted it hard, and ended his life.

In just a few minutes, this small group of Japanese soldiers was killed by Lei Tao.