The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 241: Night Battle: Fighting Agents, Ending the Sharpshooter

At that moment, intense gunfire erupted from the mountainside behind the cave, shattering the stillness of the forest. Lei Tao's face suddenly changed, and he thought to himself, "Oh no! Xu Guangrong and his men are under attack!" Without a moment's hesitation, he unleashed his might and bolted towards the source of the gunfire.

The dead branches and leaves beneath his feet rustled under his feet, and the trees beside him flew by like phantoms. Lei Tao was extremely anxious, and his mind kept surfacing the dangerous scenarios that Xu Guangrong and his team members might encounter.

Not long after running, Lei Tao saw the bushes in front of him swaying. He immediately became alert and hid behind a big tree, holding the Colt M1911 pistol tightly with both hands, pointing the muzzle towards the bushes.

In the blink of an eye, five fully armed special forces soldiers from the Shangshan Kazuya Special Forces unit emerged from the bushes. Clad in dark combat uniforms that left only their eyes exposed, each clutching a German MP35 submachine gun. Crouching, they ran quickly and steadily toward the side of the mountainside.

Lei Tao knew that Xu Guangrong and his team were engaged in a fierce battle on the mountainside. If these five Japanese special forces rushed over, the situation would be even worse for their side. Facing five armed enemies alone, he had to act quickly.

When the Japanese special forces were about twenty meters away from him, running intently forward, Lei Tao quickly holstered his pistol, reached to his side with his right hand, and in the blink of an eye, grabbed several throwing knives. Then, like a cheetah, he suddenly rushed out from behind the tree, his figure flashing like a ghost.

Lei Tao exerted force with his arm, and the first flying knife, with a sharp force and a whirring sound, flew like a flash of black lightning straight towards the Japanese special forces soldier running in front. The Japanese special forces soldier heard the sound and just as he was about to dodge, the flying knife had already penetrated his neck with uncanny precision. His eyes widened instantly, filled with fear and disbelief. He instinctively reached for his neck, trying to catch the fatal flying knife, but before his fingers could make contact, he fell straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Almost at the same time, Lei Tao turned his wrist and the second flying knife flew towards the second Japanese special forces soldier like an arrow from a string. This flying knife hit him squarely in the chest. The Japanese special forces soldier immediately let out a scream of extreme pain, his face twisted with pain, and the MP35 submachine gun in his hand fell to the ground. He staggered and took a few steps back uncontrollably. He fell to the ground

The third Japanese special forces soldier reacted extremely quickly, and the moment he sensed danger, he dodged to the side without hesitation. The flying knife grazed the edge of his clothes, bringing with it a gust of cold wind, and his back was instantly drenched in sweat.

However, before the Japanese special forces soldier could even breathe a sigh of relief, Lei Tao charged forward like a whirlwind. He spun, his left leg bracing him, and his right leg, like a swift whip, arced through the air with immense force, sweeping across the soldier's neck with lightning speed. The whirlwind kick was so swift and powerful that the soldier had no time to defend himself. With a crisp "crack," his neck was instantly severed, and he fell to the ground like a flying sandbag, motionless.

Before the remaining Japanese soldiers could react, Lei Tao swiftly rushed towards them. As the fourth Japanese soldier raised his MP35 submachine gun to fire, Lei Tao rushed forward and kicked him in the wrist. The agent's wrist was in great pain, and his submachine gun dropped to the ground.

Almost instantly, Lei Tao pulled out the dagger from his waist. With a flash of cold light, he stabbed the Japanese soldier's jaw, piercing upwards to the top of his head. The agent's eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets. His mouth opened wide, but no sound emanated. His body convulsed violently several times before he collapsed. The submachine gun in his hand clattered to the ground with a clang.

Lei Tao yanked the dagger from the man's skull, and warm blood gushed out from the wound like a high-pressure water gun. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and large patches of crimson blood covered Lei Tao's upper body. A fishy, ​​sweet smell quickly filled the air, making him almost nauseous.

But Lei Tao had no time to think about these things at the moment. He knew full well that there might be hidden enemies nearby, and if he wasn't careful, he would be doomed. His eyes were cold and resolute. He quickly turned and scanned his surroundings warily, searching for the last trace of the Japanese special agent.

At that moment, a chill struck from behind, and Lei Tao's years of combat instincts instantly kicked in. He thought to himself, "Oh no!" and almost instantly, with his superhuman reflexes, he spun around. As he turned, his right hand tightly grasped the still-drenched dagger.

The last Japanese agent had quietly circled around Lei Tao, aiming his MP35 submachine gun at his back. Seeing Lei Tao turn around, a sinister glint flashed in the agent's eyes, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. "Da da da!" the MP35 submachine gun unleashed a series of deafening blasts, and bullets rained down on Lei Tao like a torrential rain.

Lei Tao's heart suddenly sank. His body was like a precision machine, fine-tuned countless times, unleashing astonishing potential in the moment of life and death. He moved like lightning, using his agility to dodge sideways. Bullets whizzed past the corner of his clothes, creating a sharp gust of wind and leaving a row of deep and shallow bullet holes on the tree trunk behind him.

After dodging this fatal attack, Lei Tao used the inertia of his sideways movement to quickly twist his body in the air, while simultaneously concentrating all his strength on his right arm. Then, with a loud roar, he suddenly exerted force with his arm and threw the dagger in his hand towards the Japanese agent.

The dagger drew a cold arc in the air and stabbed straight into the agent's chest. With a dull "puff" sound, the dagger pierced the agent's chest without any hindrance, sinking most of the way in.

The agent's eyes widened, filled with terror and disbelief. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, his body stumbled back uncontrollably, falling several steps. The submachine gun in his hand also fell to the ground. Finally, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. His limbs twitched a few times before he was still, dead on the bloody battlefield.

After dealing with the five Japanese agents, Lei Tao deftly put all their weapons and equipment, such as the German MP35 submachine gun, spare magazines, grenades, and some first aid medicines, into the Bagua Gyroscope space.

He then took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and rushed towards the fierce battle on the mountainside. Along the way, the wind whistled in his ears, and he didn't bother to wipe the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His steps became more and more hurried.

Lei Tao knew full well that the Eighth Route Army task force and the young students were in a life-or-death situation, and every second depended on their safety. He kept thinking back to the image of Xu Guangrong and his team members stubbornly resisting in the hail of bullets, and the terrified yet expectant eyes of the young students.

As the distance drew closer, the crackle of intense gunfire and explosions became clear. He saw the battlefield thick with smoke and flashes of fire. The Eighth Route Army task force, using boulders and trees as cover, engaged in a desperate battle with the Japanese. Some were wounded, but they gritted their teeth and fought on, firing relentlessly at the Japanese.

Lei Tao was extremely anxious and quickened his pace, rushing into the battlefield like a black lightning. As he ran, he observed the battle situation with a keen eye and soon found that the Japanese army's firepower was extremely fierce and was gradually suppressing the Eighth Route Army task force.

Lei Tao quickly unsheathed his VSS silenced sniper rifle and, relying on his keen battlefield instincts, quickly sought a position with good visibility and easy concealment. He decisively lay down on the ground, holding his rifle steady. Through the scope, he began searching the battlefield for key Japanese targets. He quickly locked onto a Japanese officer directing the attack.

Just as Lei Tao was about to pull the trigger, a chill struck him from behind. Years of combat experience made him instantly aware of the danger. He instinctively rolled sideways, and almost at the same moment, a bullet whizzed past the edge of his clothes, splashing dust on the ground. Lei Tao's heart trembled: "It's the sharpshooter!"

Meanwhile, the Japanese sharpshooter, hidden in the shadows, was also closely watching Lei Tao's every move through his scope. A sneer appeared on his lips, and he thought to himself, "This guy who suddenly appeared is quite capable, but today is the day you die!"

Lei Tao hid behind a sturdy tree, his breathing slow and deep, trying to steady his heartbeat in the tense atmosphere. His cheek pressed tightly against the cold butt of his sniper rifle, peering through the custom-made scope, he took in every glimpse of the battlefield.

All around was pitch black, moonlight struggling to penetrate the thick layers of branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Suddenly, Lei Tao's gaze fixed on a large tree in the distance. Its branches swayed slightly, a subtle movement that was definitely not caused by the wind. In the dead of night, such a subtle anomaly instantly piqued his keen senses. Lei Tao secretly speculated, based on his previous assessment of the Japanese troop deployment, that the sharpshooter was most likely lurking there.

He held the VSS silenced sniper rifle steady, his finger lightly on the trigger as he carefully adjusted the rifle's angle, his eyes fixed on the suspicious area. Meanwhile, on the other side of the tree, the Japanese sharpshooter lurked in the shadows, his palms slightly sweating as he, too, anxiously searched the darkness for another shot. Like two cheetahs lurking in the darkness, each waiting for the other to reveal a fatal flaw. An invisible tension permeated the air, almost suffocating.

After a brief stalemate, Lei Tao knew he couldn't continue like this; he had to break the deadlock. He untied his hat from his waist and gently lifted it with a branch, jutting it slightly above the bunker, pretending to peer out and observe. In the still night, any slight movement seemed uncanny. The Japanese sharpshooter had been fooled. The moment he saw the hat, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. With a whoosh, the bullet, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck the hat with pinpoint accuracy, sending it careening into the air.

At this critical moment, Lei Tao, with his astonishing reaction speed, seized the moment when the sharpshooter's body was briefly exposed due to the recoil after firing, quickly leaned out most of his body, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the tree. Through the scope, in the moonlight, he clearly captured the sharpshooter's slightly panicked figure.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lei Tao calmly squeezed the trigger with his index finger. "Puff!" The bullet, blazing with murderous intent, arced through the darkness like a streak of black lightning, striking the Japanese sharpshooter's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The sharpshooter grunted, his body trembling violently, nearly dropping the sniper rifle. But he was a seasoned veteran, forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain and quickly adjusting his stance, attempting to maneuver to a nearby boulder to avoid Lei Tao's next attack.

Lei Tao wouldn't give him a moment to breathe. His eyes gleamed with determination as he raised his VSS silenced sniper rifle once more, taking steady aim. Before the sharpshooter could duck behind a boulder, Lei Tao unleashed a second round. "Puff!" the bullet, piercing the sharpshooter's head with the force of a gust of wind, pierced the sharpshooter's head. The sharpshooter's eyes widened in disbelief, seemingly unable to believe his defeat at the hands of Lei Tao until his death. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, his body sank to the ground, vanishing into the darkness of the jungle.