Fengshan's Final Assault (Part 3)
Young people, like the rising sun, with faces as red as the first rays of the rising sun, figures like dragons rising from the abyss, and voices like young tigers roaring in the valley. To fulfill the future of China, so that the youth of China may willingly and relentlessly plunge into the raging storms and towering waves, even if they turn into bubbles, they will have no regrets about their youth.
With Uncle Hao, Wang Renyong, and Caitou advancing deep behind enemy lines one after another, Qingcheng was so nervous that she almost ground her teeth to powder.
It was like a relay race, and she was running the last leg; she absolutely couldn't afford to falter at this crucial moment. Hu Yukun and Qingcheng led the small team around to the back of the base, which was also the only main road leading to Fengshan.
Many retreating guards and workers in white coats surged out like a tidal wave from the narrow doorway. Hu Yukun gripped a small tin can and shook it vigorously, but Qingcheng replaced it with a lighter one…
As those people ran frantically for several kilometers, thinking they had been reborn, a tin can slid down the hill and landed at the feet of a group of people in white coats. They were already panting and unable to speak, and weakly kicked the can.
The jar rolled a few times on the ground and slowly came to a stop at the feet of the bandits. Whoosh—several bright red centipedes darted out of the jar, startling the bandits so much that they fell backward to the ground.
They had long been like frightened birds, and even a tiny centipede dared to bully them. When their bandit temper flared up, they pulled out their pistols and fired several shots at the centipedes on the ground, tearing them to pieces. Sticky green sap splattered all over their white coats.
This bandit-like behavior infuriated those respectable people who might have been fastidious about cleanliness. However, the people in white coats had no weapons and could only point at the bandits and curse them in their native Japanese dialect.
Even if the bandits couldn't understand what he was saying, they knew it wasn't a nice thing. Gunshots rang out, and the men in white coats pushed and shoved each other to avoid the bullets, cursing each other and completely disregarding their dignity as intellectuals.
The others, enjoying the spectacle, laughed heartily as they watched the white-coated doctors being mocked "dancing" on the scalding mud.
Looking down at the pathetic state of the scattered soldiers below, Qingcheng's anger burned even brighter. These bloodthirsty beasts, who had killed, robbed, and raped women, had wreaked havoc on the local people and made the already miserable lives of the villagers even worse.
As for those Japanese in white coats, regardless of their ulterior motives for being stationed in Xuzhou, Qingcheng could only say: Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!
The flies and mosquitoes swarming haphazardly down the mountain made Qingcheng feel nauseous. It was time to spray some insecticide to kill them all at once. No, there weren't enough pests yet. Let's pour a few drops of sesame oil and let them fly over on their own. It's better than trying to block them off everywhere.
Thinking of this, Qingcheng found a foothold to take the long spear off her back, rotated her wrist which had just recovered, and softly asked Hu Yukun beside her, "Brother, who do you dislike?"
"This is it. I'm even more excited than when I was looking for a wife back then." Hu Yukun smiled and pointed to a person in a white coat.
Conditions on the mountain were limited, and the rifle didn't even have a sniper scope, but that didn't stop Qingcheng. She stretched out her left hand and made an "eight" shape, and even winked at Hu Yukun playfully. Then, she turned her head and gave him a sharp look.
Bang--
Ahhhhhhh! A heart-wrenching scream, the kind of scream that most easily ignites the animalistic instincts of humans in a tense environment, the doctor in the white coat clutching his injured ear angrily cursing "Baka!"
The bandit who fired the shot was a little confused, but he was cheered on by the bandits around him, and his doubts were replaced by vanity. He even seemed quite proud of his marksmanship.
Perhaps they were being taken too far, because the men in white coats were ready to fight bare-handed as soon as they took off their coats. The bandits were not to be trifled with either; some fired shots into the air as a show of force, while others were eager to engage in hand-to-hand combat.
For a moment, everyone seemed to forget that they were running for their lives, and instead watched the game in some illegal arena, with shouts rising higher and higher.
Other scattered bandits were also drawn by the shouts and joined the frenzied crowd, which grew larger and larger, making the mountain path completely impassable.
Some people even laid out betting cloths on the spot, broadcasting the event live while betting on which team would win, proving with their actions that they were truly a mob.
The fierce fight quickly escalated into a mass brawl, and the arena erupted in chaos. The most dangerous time is when people don't sense danger.
Another tin can quietly slid down the hillside, and everyone was stunned when they saw it.
In the blink of an eye, an even more fervent shouting filled the air, and a fearless bandit grabbed a jar and hurled it at the man in the white coat with lightning speed.
Instantly, a large amount of choking smoke spewed out of the broken canister, engulfing everyone. In the chaos, Hu Yukun maliciously shouted, "The bandit suppression team is coming! Run!"
Those who could understand Chinese indeed became restless. Some scrambled and crawled to try to break through, while some bandits fired a few bullets haphazardly like headless flies.
Taking advantage of the bandits' firing, Qingcheng's bullets never missed, and many more white-coated workers were "innocently" shot.
The pitiful cries of the pests were more beautiful than a symphony. However, Qingcheng had no intention of letting any of the insects down the mountain go. With a serious expression, he said, "Comrades, light the mosquito coils!"
One by one, tin cans emitting thick yellow-green smoke fell from the hillside like raindrops. This yellow-green smoke was accompanied by an unpleasant odor, and even a fool could tell that this filthy stuff was poisonous.
The pests howled and tried to escape, but their paths in front and behind were cut off, and the ever-increasing smoke made it impossible for them to see each other.
On the hill, the team members lined up with their bows and arrows. The bows were drawn taut, ready to fire.
Strangely, the arrows were not made of metal, but were wrapped in white cloth strips with colorful halos floating on them, like silver-sprinkled rice paper, which was very beautiful.
put! ! !
With Qingcheng's command, a rain of arrows filled the sky with a continuous whistling sound.
The arrow wrapped in white cloth followed its trajectory, instantly bursting into white flames and emitting a blinding light that made everyone unable to open their eyes.
Bang—smack—
Wherever the white flames passed, they stirred up huge heat waves, like an invisible giant hand. Anyone touched by them suffered cuts and bruises, the exposed red flesh emitting a scorching aroma. Some were even shot in the arm by white flame arrows, instantly causing half of their bodies to explode into a pool of blood, revealing shattered white bones.
For a moment, the area below the hillside resembled a living hell, with cries of agony echoing throughout the valley.
Is it pitiful? Is it cruel? On the battlefield, whoever shows mercy or leniency will become an unknown corpse on the scorched earth, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth...
The insecticide worked well, wiping out the enemy completely. He Qingcheng's face was tense, her eyes devoid of pity. With another wave of her hand, this time a rain of arrows gleamed with a chilling light, piercing straight through the enemy's throat, giving them a swift and painless end. After all, she wasn't some kind of psychopath!
The land was scorched by both fire and blazing sun, cracking into pieces like tortoise shells, and the white embers gradually turned into a normal orange color.
A gust of hot wind blew by, and the smells of gunpowder, blood, and burnt food rushed up all at once, making people's noses stiff.
Ignoring the heat and stench below, the team members covered their faces and slid down the hillside one after another, drawing their daggers to finish off the remaining enemies who were not quite dead.
The "splat" sound of flesh being sliced became the pests' final swan song.
Scattered on the smoking, scorched earth were many corpses, but in Qingcheng's eyes they were nothing more than a pile of empty insect shells. She stepped over the corpses with a slurred sound. The ground, which should have been hard, was sticky under her feet, like stepping on spilled jam.
Suddenly, a white coat that wasn't quite dead grabbed Qingcheng's trouser leg. Its charred profile revealed its white gums, and its eyes were wide open but unfocused, probably already blind. It was still calling out "Nana" and "Dukvas".
Before his teammates could finish him off, the white-clad fly convulsed, foaming at the mouth, and stretched out his legs, ending his sinful life.
This piqued Kiyosumi's interest. She expressionlessly pulled back her trouser leg and rummaged through every pocket on the corpse without any hesitation. Finally, she found a work notebook written in Japanese, which contained some anatomical diagrams of the brain.
Kiyosumi frowned more and more as she looked at the anatomical diagrams. She had only ever seen them in her uncle's medical notes and her older cousin's homework. What kind of inhumane research were the Japanese doing these days?
The team members around her followed her example, and soon they had gathered more than a dozen work notebooks, as well as rare items such as candy and cigarettes.
However, it was not yet time to clean up the battlefield. Kiyosumi ordered one of the faster team members to transport the supplies back to the village first, while the others continued to advance towards the back gate to tighten the encirclement.
The midday sun shone even more fiercely on the earth. The intense gunfire grew clearer, meaning they were getting closer and closer to the base.
Suddenly, a group of bandits rushed out in front of them. The two groups met face to face, and sparks flew everywhere. People fell down around them. Qingcheng slid and hid behind a hill.
Whether it was the heat or the tension, sweat poured down his face. Before he could wipe it away, Qingcheng pulled out a glass bottle from his waist, removed the cloth covering it, and quietly peered out from behind cover. After locking onto a small target, he held his breath, lit the bottle, and threw it.
Snap—
The silver bottle shattered, spilling liquid. Flames quickly climbed up the enemy's torso along with the splashed alcohol, turning the living into human torches. The torchbearers' piercing screams were soon drowned out by the gunfire, but it also revealed Qingcheng's position. Countless bullets grazed her scalp as they flew past.
Hu Yukun immediately pulled Qingcheng off; the trajectory of the bullet was still clear and bright under the blazing sun.
Several people crawled on the ground to avoid bullets. Qingcheng's chest heaved violently as she was about to run out of strength. With each breath, she could feel the pain in her heart. Sweat dripped onto her ring finger and was quickly absorbed by the tape. She suddenly thought of Gao Junxiao. Was he in the same situation?
If he is also basking in the same sun, listening to the same sounds of battle, she will pretend that she is on a date with him, dancing briskly with him, and sharing a drink with him.
Thinking of something happy, Qingcheng seemed to have been injected with adrenaline. She smiled foolishly, readjusted her position, chambered a round, and pulled the trigger.
Red sun, crimson blood, sincere hearts, burning passion, stirring up clouds and seas to revitalize our land.
Cheers, Ah Xiao!
Bang--
As they fought their way to the center of the base, Qingcheng saw Wang Renyong running towards them with his arms raised, his mouth seemingly welcoming them.
However, the sounds of fighting around them were too loud. It wasn't until Qingcheng was caught off guard and tackled to the ground by Lao Wang that she clearly heard Wang Renyong shout, "Lie down!!"
A loud bang came from behind, and the ground shook violently. When Qingcheng sat up from the ground in a daze, Wang Renyong, who was laughing wildly, patted her heavily a few times and praised her: "Hahaha, you are really a little genius."
Qingcheng probably got hit during the explosion, as she felt a little dizzy. When Lao Wang slapped her head hard, she became even more dizzy. She muttered "crazy" and kicked the still-crazy Lao Wang away without hesitation, leaving him with only a handsome back view.
Even after being kicked away, Old Wang still grinned from ear to ear, eagerly pestering Qingcheng: "Little genius, what other good stuff do you have? Give me some more!"
"Take it all, take it all. You complained it was too heavy when I asked you to carry it before." Qingcheng glared at Lao Wang, then reluctantly untied the cloth bag from her waist and shoved it all at him. Wang Renyong, on the other hand, acted like a child who had received a new toy, fiddling with it on his own.
Just then, a burst of bullets flew past. Wang Renyong quickly pressed Qingcheng's head down and said earnestly, "Don't stick your head out on the battlefield and become a target for the enemy. I still have a big use for your little brain."
After Old Wang finished speaking, he tried to pat Qingcheng's head, but Qingcheng subtly avoided it.
As she dodged, Old Wang, who had been all smiles just moments before, suddenly changed his expression. His panicked eyes turned red, and Qingcheng also noticed something was wrong, only to see that Old Wang's hands were covered in sticky blood.
While stammering about the injuries, Wang Renyong shakily pulled out a handkerchief and pressed on the bleeding area for Qingcheng. He didn't look like a veteran who had been through many battles.
Qingcheng calmly took out a bandage from another cloth bag and asked Lao Wang to bandage her up simply.
To save time, Qingcheng explained the precautions for making the weapons to Wang Renyong: the alcohol bombs would ignite over a large area after being thrown, so be careful not to injure teammates; you could throw several smoke bombs, and the color was from natural dyes she added, which were non-toxic…
"Shut up, stop worrying. Take her to the wounded to rest." Wang Renyong sternly pulled a team member over to take Qingcheng to rest.
"Wait a minute," Qingcheng called out to Lao Wang, catching her breath.
"This is an order!" Wang Renyong roared without room for argument, his eyes, which seemed to be on fire, fixed on Qingcheng.
"Take the rifle and the bullets. Standard weapons are better." After saying that, Qingcheng handed the rifle to Wang Renyong. Without hesitation, Wang Renyong took the rifle and stuffed the Mauser pistol that had just been captured into Qingcheng's hand.
Wang Renyong was the team leader, and he couldn't ignore his comrades who were still fighting fiercely, so he could only leave her a small tool for self-defense.
Watching Wang Renyong's departing figure, and with the midday heat blowing, Qingcheng felt she couldn't hold on any longer. The dizziness intensified, and she thought to herself that she had suffered a head injury before even getting started, and her already exhausted stamina was holding her back. At this moment, her eyelids could no longer stay open...
When Kiyosumi opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on her side, only able to see blurry, swaying shadows. She immediately closed her eyes, trying to regain her senses.
The first thing to return was the sensation of pain. It felt like someone was pricking my head with silver needles, and even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.
"Don't move, Uncle is applying medicine to you." Uncle Hao's deep voice came from beside her ear. Qingcheng dared not move anymore. She felt something cool on the back of her head, with the special fragrance of Chinese medicine.
The smell of burning in the surroundings reminded her that she should still be at the base, but the noisy fighting had stopped and the base had returned to peace.
"Are you done?" Kiyosumi asked in a hoarse voice. Apart from her head, the wounds on other parts of her body were also starting to sting and burn. She needed to distract herself.
"We've already won; the children are cleaning up the battlefield." Uncle Hao gently helped Qingcheng up and helped her wrap her bandages.
Knowing they had won, Kiyosumi breathed a sigh of relief and stopped talking. She silently touched the ring finger of her left hand, where it seemed as if there was infinite strength supporting her.
"Don't bear the pain. What's wrong with a young lady crying out in pain?" Uncle Hao advised as he wrapped the bandages. It turned out that Uncle Hao had already seen through her disguise as a man.
Kiyosumi shook her head slightly in refusal, but her face was deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her tense body trembled slightly, making her seem utterly unconvincing.
At this moment, Wang Renyong rushed over, shouting her pseudonym in his distinctive loud voice. Seeing Old Wang running towards her like a big black bear, Qingcheng's head wound hurt even more.
Fortunately, Uncle Hao reached out and stopped the overly excited Wang Renyong, scolding him, "Are you in such a hurry to be reborn? The wounded need to rest. Go find someone else."
"Uncle Hao, I need to speak with our little genius. It's important and urgent, so please let me through." Wang Renyong's arm was in a sling, indicating that he had also been injured.
Hearing that it was important business, Uncle Hao reluctantly left to treat other injured people.
After Uncle Hao left, Wang Renyong said mysteriously, "We have discovered the armory, but there is a problem that I cannot solve. I need to trouble you."
"What are you going to do now?" Kiyosumi asked, puzzled.
So Lao Wang explained in detail that after discovering the armory, he locked the safety door again to preserve the weapons, and then used the sugar bombs made by Qingcheng to lure the enemy to the armory.
What followed was exactly as they had planned: first, the main generator was destroyed and rendered inoperable; then, a large number of electronic pulses would flood into the backup generator, whose circuitry had already been damaged by static electricity.
This artificially created a short circuit in the generator. In addition, the backup generator was replaced with a high-value resistor and a low-frequency diode, which essentially turned the backup generator into a small time bomb.
After Lao Wang explained, Qingcheng finally understood the origin of the three explosions; it turned out to be part of a scheme to lure the enemy deeper into their territory.
Old Wang's problem now is that the safety door can't be opened, possibly because the safety door was deformed after the high-temperature explosion.
They dare not use brute force now; they'd blow up any Martian arsenal they found. Wang Renyong figured Qingcheng could turn sugar into explosives, so there was nothing she couldn't do; making something like acid wouldn't be a problem either.
This is a huge problem! All the chemical formulas are clearly written in chemistry textbooks, such as the nitro-sugar reaction and the chlorine-magnesium reaction, but just talking about formulas without mentioning proportions and purity is just being irresponsible.
There was no refined white sugar in the village, so she spent several days just refining the raw sugar. Then, she painstakingly collected the saltpeter from the base of the old house walls, the ammonium and chlorine gas from the pigsty and cattle pen, the high-concentration liquor from the cellar, and even the ash from the incense burner in the ancestral hall.
The only thing she didn't need to look for was the magnesium strip, which she had in her camera. The optimal ratio, however, required countless experiments to determine.
"I can't do it. Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice," Kiyosumi replied decisively.
"What can we do now? All our efforts have been for nothing." Wang Renyong instantly wilted like a lump of mud. Suddenly, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, he jumped up from the ground and insisted on dragging Qingcheng along to see a place.
Under Uncle Hao's murderous glare, Wang Renyong helped Qingcheng slowly and laboriously move out of the makeshift medical point. There was a small cellar behind the dilapidated house where they changed clothes, untouched by the war, but he didn't know much about what was inside.
When Wang Renyong showed Qingcheng their newly discovered cellar with a flashlight, Qingcheng couldn't help but whistle. These were all good things—a whole room full of liquid nitrogen tanks, oxygen tanks, and tanks containing mixed gases such as carbon dioxide.
"Why are you whistling like that? You look like a female hooligan." Wang Renyong stared at Qingcheng in disbelief. "If you hit your head and it causes a drastic change in your personality, I'll be in big trouble."
"I'm happy, is that a problem? It's none of your business." Qingcheng glanced at Lao Wang sideways, thinking, "That old man is really nosy."
"Fine, as long as you don't give yourself away in front of your sweetheart, it's up to you." Wang Renyong didn't dare to complain. "I only know oxygen and carbon dioxide. See which of the others you can use?"
"This will do, but I still need a spraying device and a protective suit," Qingcheng said, pointing to the liquid nitrogen tank and turning to Lao Wang.
"The spraying device is right at the entrance, but what kind of protective suits do they come in? They might not have any." This seemed to touch on Old Wang's area of ignorance.
"Never mind if you don't have any, at least give me a pair of thick gloves." Kiyosumi could only settle for second best.
"Gloves are plentiful, how about electrician gloves?" Wang Renyong said, pulling a pair of gloves from his pants pocket.
Who knows how long he'd been wearing those gloves? Kiyosumi refused with disgust: "Could you get me a new pair? Oh, no, three pairs."
After everything was ready, Wang Renyong and a few young men waited for Qingcheng's performance. Qingcheng told them to retreat 50 meters away. After a few hissing sounds, the liquid nitrogen that was sprayed out produced thick white smoke like boiling water.
When the white smoke dissipated, they saw that the originally dark metal door had turned into a large white door emitting cold air. Wang Renyong immediately ordered two young men to each take a sledgehammer and smash it a few times. As a result, they easily smashed through the thick security door.
This operation was like a magic trick, leaving everyone speechless with amazement. They quickly applauded to cheer them on. Old Wang took the lead, shining a flashlight as he crawled into the armory, followed closely by Qingcheng.
The armory was indeed as complete as Lao Wang had described, like opening a treasure trove left behind by pirates. Lao Wang wanted to explain some of the rare weapons to Qingcheng, but Qingcheng just squatted in a corner like a stone Buddha.
"Boss, have you touched anything in the warehouse?" Qingcheng frowned and looked up at Wang Renyong.
"I took a few small hand grenades, and Cai Tou and I each took one of the Marble pistols, but we didn't touch anything else." Wang Renyong didn't know why Qingcheng asked this.
Time was of the essence, and they didn't even have time to deal with the body. They just grabbed a few small items and left. The body is still piled up on one side.
"Oh no, something big has been taken out. Look at this dust, there's obviously something here before." After Qingcheng said this, Wang Renyong took the flashlight and carefully shone it on the area, even wiping it with his hand. Sure enough, the dust was unevenly distributed.
“But Gao Junxiao has already agreed to a truce and negotiations. If Fengshan gets the big stuff, how could those desperate criminals possibly negotiate with the anti-bandit team? Is it conventional weapons and bullets?” Wang Renyong found a suitable reason.
"I don't understand war, but what do we put in secluded corners when we're cleaning the house? Things we don't use often, right?" Kiyosumi asked herself.
Wang Renyong thought this made sense. He then gestured to indicate the size, saying that although it was called a big one, it was actually not that big. Judging from the imprint, it was about 1 meter long and about one-third the width of the length, and it had a separate box for storage.
He felt a sense of familiarity with the size of it, and the name seemed to be right in his mind, but he just couldn't remember what it was.
While Lao Wang was in a daze, Qingcheng wandered around the armory with a flashlight. When she came to a wall, she felt that the wall was a bit strange. It seemed to absorb light. She wanted to knock on it to see what was going on, but the wall felt like a sponge and she sank into it. No, the texture was exactly like a sponge.
*Whoosh!* As Qingcheng pierced the sponge wall with her knife, Old Wang turned around and shouted, "It's a cannonball!"
But Kiyosumi already knew that behind the sponge wall were six brand-new artillery pieces, lined up majestically in two rows.
The armory fell silent. Suddenly, Wang Renyong climbed onto the gun carriage with a silly grin and struck what he thought was a majestic commanding pose.
Everyone burst into laughter, but Qingcheng couldn't laugh. If these chariots were transported out, the ordinary fortifications built by the bandit suppression team would be like paper, and they would basically all die. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she felt.
"Don't worry, not a single artillery piece is missing," Wang Renyong quickly reassured him. "Besides, the caliber of these artillery pieces doesn't quite match the shells in the corner. The matching shells are piled up next to the vehicles."
It seemed like there was new hope. Qingcheng asked the team members to search carefully again. After everyone carefully touched and examined the area, they indeed did not find any new artillery vehicles. The first and second basement levels had been burned to the ground by the fire, leaving no clues.
"Boss, don't you know a little Japanese? What do Nana and Ducvas mean?" Kiyosumi suddenly thought of the words of a certain doctor in a white coat before he died.
"Are you sure you pronounced it correctly?" Wang Renyong's expression immediately turned serious.
After receiving a positive answer from Kiyosumi, Wang Renyong replied, "Nana refers to the number 7, and Ducvas is poison gas. And number 7 is generally a code name for poison gas bombs."
According to war treaties, such weapons are considered unethical and are explicitly prohibited from use. Her previous insecticides simply utilized the properties of substances reacting to release high temperatures and causing explosions.
Most of the pests were burned by the high temperature, a few were blown up, and the rest were scared half to death by the color and smell of the smoke bombs. They were just like thieves with a guilty conscience.
If it were truly a chemical weapon... Qingcheng felt a surge of anger at the thought that Gao Junxiao's team might be lying at the foot of the hill, tasting despair.
If it's war, then it's war. Whether people are killed by bullets or shells, there's nothing to say. It's all about who has the ability.
However, there are always some ambitious individuals who disregard international treaties and use despicable means to treat other people's homes as experimental fields. It should be known that land attacked by chemical weapons may be barren for decades to come.
Seeing that Qingcheng's face had turned pale, Wang Renyong quickly changed the subject and told her to go to the office building to search for some more documents. What they were saying now was all speculation without any basis, since none of them had ever seen chemical weapons with their own eyes.
Moreover, if such a powerful weapon truly existed, the Japanese wouldn't give it to bandits; they would definitely distribute it directly to their own Kwantung Army.
At Lao Wang's urging, Qingcheng glanced at that corner one last time and reluctantly went to the office building to search for new clues.
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