Moreover, there was still a considerable amount of ammunition over there. Tang Shengkai felt a slight sense of relief.
He feigned defeat, fighting and retreating, leading the Japanese soldiers step by step toward the ammunition depot. Seeing him "fleeing in disarray," the Japanese soldiers thought victory was in sight and howled in hot pursuit, completely unaware that they had stepped into a death trap.
After retreating to the vicinity of the ammunition box, Tang Shengkai seized the opportunity, suddenly turned around, and with a surge of spiritual energy, a grenade was already in his hand. Tang Shengkai threw the grenade towards the ammunition pile.
The grenade traced an arc through the air and landed precisely in the middle of the ammunition box. Instantly, a deafening roar erupted, flames shot into the sky, and deafening explosions followed one after another.
Ammunition boxes flew everywhere like fireworks, and the surrounding Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces, their cries and screams mingling together. The sudden explosion threw the Japanese soldiers into chaos, and the remaining soldiers fled in terror.
How could Tang Shengkai let such a golden opportunity slip by? He endured his injuries and charged into the chaotic enemy ranks like a tiger. The short knife in his hand transformed into deadly lightning, targeting only the stunned Japanese soldiers.
Each strike was imbued with boundless hatred and ruthlessness, one strike for each enemy, showing no mercy. At this moment, he seemed possessed by a war god, moving freely amidst the flames and smoke. Wherever he passed, Japanese soldiers fell in disarray, their blood staining the ground crimson.
As the last Japanese soldier fell to the ground with a thud, Tang Shengkai let out a long sigh of relief, leaning on his blood-stained dagger, standing tall in this hellish camp.
At this moment, the east was beginning to lighten, a new day was about to begin, and the Japanese soldiers on the opposite bank had been completely wiped out by him alone, and this land had temporarily returned to peace.
He looked across the river and silently prayed: Comrades, we're safe now... Then, dragging his wounded body, he collected the captured guns and ammunition and prepared to return to the other side to reunite with his comrades.
However, just as he turned around, a gunshot rang out from behind him. Tang Shengkai was too exhausted to think quickly, and his body's instinctive reactions seemed to have failed him. It seemed that it took him a long time to figure things out.
A message flashed through his mind: someone had fired at him. But what should he do? Tang Shengkai, covered in guns and ammunition, stood on the edge of an abyss littered with corpses, staring ahead as he pondered this question.
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