Ning Zhiheng once again extended his gun, aimed at one of the enemy leaders who was directing the resistance, and lightly pulled the trigger, killing him instantly. Immediately, everyone around the leader took cover to avoid the attack of the Chinese sharpshooter.
Unfortunately, the darkness of the night did not hinder Ning Zhiheng's killing spree. He used the faint moonlight to keep pulling the trigger, constantly moving his position and pulling the trigger again. Soon, wherever there were commands being shouted in the enemy's territory, he ravaged the area with his bullets, and the leaders of the plainclothes team were quickly eliminated.
On both sides in the battle, the special operations battalion clearly held a significant advantage. They were originally elite soldiers with high combat skills and accurate marksmanship. They also caught the enemy off guard and dealt a heavy blow to the plainclothes team in the first instance. As a result, the Japanese plainclothes team, which was already at a disadvantage in numbers, suffered serious losses at the beginning of the battle.
Secondly, the Japanese plainclothes team was caught off guard and did not find good cover, leaving them completely exposed to gunfire. Many Japanese agents were hit by bullets one after another.
Furthermore, their commander was immediately eliminated by Ning Zhiheng, and several other leaders were also quickly eliminated by Ning Zhiheng while attempting to organize a counterattack, ultimately turning the team into a disorganized mess.
As the number of Japanese agents rapidly decreased, the intensity of their counterattacks also declined rapidly. The bullets from the special operations team became increasingly concentrated, suppressing the Japanese plainclothes team and preventing them from raising their heads.
Ning Zhiheng chose a suitable firing distance, maximizing the advantage of the surprise attack. At a distance of 100 meters, the Japanese could not use powerful grenades, nor could they organize a desperate counterattack. Otherwise, they would only be throwing their lives away and could only watch the battle deteriorate as those around them were constantly hit.
Ning Zhiheng's Zhongzheng rifle continued to pick off targets and kill them. In the brief exchange, more than twenty agents had died by his gun. Every shot hit its mark, each one to the head. Only then did he feel a strange sense of pleasure—the pleasure of killing the enemy.
At this moment, he no longer commanded the battle, and in fact, he didn't need to. He was completely immersed in this state, like a killing machine. Every time he pulled the trigger, the bullet pierced the target's head, and he watched as the enemy's head splattered blood, sending them one by one into the abyss of death. This excited him greatly. This was the true battlefield for men, the battlefield that made his blood boil uncontrollably.
Less than ten minutes into the battle, the plainclothes team, unable to withstand the heavy casualties, chose to flee with no one organizing a counterattack.
They quickly turned and rushed down the hill, running towards the main road below. After the first agent escaped, the remaining twenty-odd survivors also rushed down the hill, handing over the position to the special agent brigade.
Ning Zhiheng's view suddenly went blank. Only then did he realize that there were no targets left to shoot at on the enemy's position. He shouted, "Fire and advance! Finish off all the corpses! Only after confirming them can we take the position!"
Ning Zhiheng knew that the Japanese army had a very strong fighting spirit and would fight to the death as long as they had the ability to attack. He did not want his subordinates to suffer unnecessary casualties on the eve of victory.
The members of the special operations team faithfully carried out his orders, continuously shooting at the corpses lying on the ground as they advanced. Sure enough, several screams were heard again from among the bodies of the plainclothes team members. By the time they reached the enemy's position, almost all the corpses had been riddled with bullets.
Ning Zhiheng looked down at the remaining enemy forces, who had already fled to the main road below the hill, and couldn't help but smile coldly. This was originally the best ambush location. Now these remaining enemies were completely within his attack range, unable to find any cover, like moving targets.
Ning Zhiheng didn't waste any words. He aimed his rifle, fired, and blew a bullet in the head off a fleeing Japanese agent. The other team members also raised their guns and fired rapidly. Countless bullets flew through the air, forming a dense rain of bullets that hit the unshielded targets squarely.
"Pfft, pfft~"
Blood splattered on the fleeing Japanese agents, and another group fell to the ground. But the bullets did not stop. All the team members emptied their guns, reloaded, and fired again until there was no more sound below the hill.
This was a hunt-like massacre! It ended in a complete victory for Ning Zhiheng's special agent team!
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