Chapter 208: Going to a Meeting Alone
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Carrying the wood, Tang Shengkai's body was as fast as lightning, and he ran upstream along the abyss under the cover of night.
His feet seemed to be untouched by the ground, the sound of the wind they created drowned out by the hurricane-force winds of the abyss. Soon, they reached a blind spot where the enemy's sight was blocked. He gently placed the wood and built a wooden bridge directly across the river.
If the Japanese saw his actions, they would definitely be shocked, because they couldn't imagine that it took six or seven of them a lot of effort to reach the wood on the other side, but Tang Shengkai accomplished it easily by himself.
Then Tang Shengkai silently leaped to the other side. The cold hurricane from the abyss instantly enveloped him, but it could not cool his fiery fighting spirit.
The bonfires of the Japanese on the other side of the river flickered, illuminating their figures moving back and forth, but no one noticed that a "death god" was quietly approaching.
When approaching the Japanese stronghold, he slowed down his movements, hid in the darkness, and quietly observed the movements of the patrolling Japanese.
The leader of the Japanese here is a commander with good military ability. He has arranged many strongholds along the abyss to prevent the people on the other side from being forced to come over and die with them.
The distance between the two banks of the river where Tang Shengkai crossed was already over 13 meters. If it weren't for his incredible strength, which allowed him to lift a giant tree by himself, Tang Shengkai himself would not have dared to attempt to cross the 13-meter abyss directly.
Not far away, a lone Japanese soldier was humming a tune, slowly strolling with his rifle, completely unaware of the approaching danger. Tang Shengkai quietly approached, and when he was at the right distance, he suddenly drew his sword from its sheath. A flash of cold light flashed like lightning across the night sky.
The blade slashed precisely across the Japs' throat, and before he could even utter a cry, he fell to the ground, dead. Tang Shengkai quickly caught the Japs' slowly falling body, gently laid him down, and confiscated his gun and ammunition. The entire process was silent, like a ghost in the dark night.
After getting rid of this Japanese soldier, Tang Shengkai was not in a hurry to go deep into the enemy camp. He knew very well that the Japanese soldiers were very vigilant and would be on alert at the slightest sign of trouble.
There were only five people in the stronghold here, and Tang Shengkai dealt with them one by one at close range. He could use spiritual power, but he thought that if someone checked these bodies, the wound caused by spiritual power was different from that of a knife. Now he restrained himself from using it when he deliberately did not use it.
Walking along the shore of the abyss towards the Japanese base camp, Tang Shengkai successively selected four Japanese strongholds and seized 20 guns and bullets. Then he prepared to send these things back first.
Just as Tang Shengkai threw the thing behind the sand pile on the opposite bank, the Japanese quickly discovered something unusual.
They should have used a special signal connection every once in a while, but the time had passed and there was still no report from the teams, so the leading Japanese soldier immediately sent a signal.
The Japanese soldiers started chattering and stood up to search for Tang Shengkai.
With a shout, dozens of Japanese soldiers swarmed in from all sides like vicious wolves, trapping Tang Shengkai in the middle. Tang Shengkai showed no fear. He stood proudly, dagger in hand, his eyes revealing a resolute and determined look.
He could have hidden, but he didn't. According to tradition on the battlefield, in close combat, if one side held a dagger, both sides could use bayonets.
For Tang Shengkai, it was more advantageous to use a bayonet. Even though he had the strength of the first level of Qi training, he could not dodge all the bullets in the encirclement of the Japanese.
At this time, a Japanese soldier rushed up first with a bayonet in hand and howled. Tang Shengkai dodged to the side and easily avoided the sharp blade. At the same time, he swung the dagger in his hand. With a flash of cold light, the Japanese soldier's wrist was cut off, and he fell to the ground screaming.
Seeing this, the other devils became even more frantic, shouting and charging forward together. Tang Shengkai remained calm, displaying his superb swordsmanship, dodging and moving among the enemy hordes.
His figure was like a ghost, his footsteps like a phantom, and blood splattered wherever he passed. A short knife flew up and down in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, and every swing brought a storm of blood.
The Japanese' bayonets missed the target time and time again, and Tang Shengkai took advantage of their weaknesses to cut their throats or stab their abdomens, causing countless casualties.
An endless stream of devils rushed towards Tang Shengkai. Tang Shengkai could no longer remember how many people he had killed, and his spiritual power was being consumed rapidly.
In the fierce fight, although Tang Shengkai was stabbed several times, he managed to hold on with his tenacious will and extraordinary skills.
He seized the opportunity and rushed towards the weak point of the Japanese encirclement. He swung the short knife in his hand so tightly that it was impenetrable, and cut a bloody path through it.
After breaking out, he did not flee, but went around behind the Japanese and launched another surprise attack while they were in panic.
After a long and fierce battle, Tang Shengkai gradually lost his strength and the wounds on his body became more and more painful, but his eyes became more and more determined, and he had only one belief in his heart: kill all these invaders!
However, when he turned around inadvertently, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the Japanese leader had already ordered six Japanese soldiers to set up machine guns, and now the six guns were pointing directly at him.
The leading Japanese soldier was looking at him with a grim smile, holding a pistol. Tang Shengkai glanced around. He was surrounded by Japanese soldiers and had nowhere to retreat.
The only advantage was that his body was always moving, so the Japanese couldn't fire their guns, otherwise they might hit their companions at any time.
Tang Shengkai was fighting the Japanese army while thinking of a countermeasure quickly. He absolutely could not leave his life here. If it really didn't work, he would use his spiritual power.
At this moment, he suddenly caught sight of the pile of ammunition boxes next to the tent not far away, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. He had not forgotten what Captain Xu had just told him: bullets can explode.
What's more, there are still a lot of ammunition over there. Tang Shengkai felt a little relieved.
He feigned defeat, fighting and retreating, gradually leading the Japanese closer to the ammunition dump. Seeing him "fleeing in panic", the Japanese thought victory was within reach and chased him relentlessly, howling, completely unaware that they had stepped into a death trap.
After retreating to the ammunition box, Tang Shengkai seized the opportunity, turned around suddenly, and with a surge of spiritual power, a grenade was already in his hand. Tang Shengkai threw the grenade towards the ammunition pile.
The grenade arced through the air and landed precisely in the center of the ammunition box. Instantly, there was a loud "boom," flames shot up into the sky, and deafening explosions continued one after another.
Ammunition boxes flew everywhere like fireworks, and the surrounding Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, crying and screaming intertwined. This sudden explosion threw the Japanese soldiers into disarray, and the remaining Japanese soldiers fled in terror.
How could Tang Shengkai miss such a golden opportunity? He endured the pain and rushed into the chaotic enemy group like a tiger. The dagger in his hand turned into a deadly lightning, targeting the Japanese soldiers who were stunned by the explosion.
Each strike was laced with endless hatred and determination, one cut after another, showing no mercy. At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the god of war, moving freely through the flames and smoke. Wherever he passed, the devils fell in disorder, their blood staining the ground red.
As the last Japanese soldier fell to the ground, Tang Shengkai breathed a sigh of relief and stood in this Shura-like camp, leaning on his blood-stained dagger.
At this time, the sky in the east was turning pale, and a new day was about to come. The Japanese on the other side of the river had been completely wiped out by him alone, and peace had temporarily returned to this land.
He looked across the river and silently said in his heart: Comrades, we are safe... Then, he dragged his wounded body, collected the seized guns and ammunition, and prepared to return to the other side to meet up with his comrades.
However, just as he turned around, a gunshot rang out from behind him. Tang Shengkai was too exhausted to think quickly. His body's instinctive reaction seemed to fail, and it took him a long time to figure it out.
A message flashed through his mind, as if someone had shot him. But what should he do? Tang Shengkai, covered in guns and ammunition, stood on the shore of the abyss, strewn with corpses, his eyes fixed on the front, his mind pondering this question.
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