The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 310: Fierce Battle in the Mountains: Lei Tao Helps the Guerrillas Defeat the Enemy from a Di

Lei Tao, piloting his F-35B fighter jet, circled silently above the clouds like a ghost in the night. His sharp eyes, piercing the fighter's advanced optical and radar equipment, took in every detail of the Japanese airfield below. He memorized the precise length of the runway, the exact location of the hangars, the intricate layout of the fortifications—nothing was missed. With this crucial information firmly etched in his mind, he yanked the joystick hard. Like a nimble bird, the fighter jet traced a graceful, flowing arc through the air, swiftly turning and speeding toward a highly secluded, flat area dozens of kilometers away.

Surrounded by dense mountain forests, this area seemed to blend seamlessly with nature from the air, almost unnoticeable. Lei Tao steadily maneuvered his fighter plane down, a cloud of muddy dust rising as the wheels touched the ground. As soon as the fighter plane came to a complete stop, he eagerly opened the canopy, a gust of air swirling with heat. He quickly removed his heavy flight suit and helmet, revealing sweat-soaked, slightly disheveled hair and a face etched with determination.

Lei Tao leaped from the fighter plane, his feet firmly planted on the solid ground. Not daring to slack off for a moment, he immediately stored the fighter plane in the mysterious Bagua gyroscope space. Then, he pulled the compact and exquisite Hummingbird drone from the equipment bag at his waist.

Lei Tao skillfully activated the drone. With a gentle, subtle hum, the Hummingbird drone slowly rose from the ground and quickly disappeared into the dense forest. He stared intently at the screen of the remote control in his hand, which displayed the real-time and clear images from the drone.

Like an agile bird, the drone swiftly flew through the mountainous skies, hurtling towards the area where it had witnessed fierce fighting between guerrillas and Japanese troops. As it neared the battlefield, the imagery gradually unfolded into a gruesome scene of intense firefights. Relying on advanced weaponry and superior numbers, the Japanese launched wave after wave of ferocious assaults against the guerrillas. The guerrillas, relying on crude fortifications and the complex terrain, stubbornly resisted. Bullets flew across the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and soldiers continued to fall heroically in the hail of gunfire, yet their eyes burned with a flame of determination and unyielding resolve.

Lei Tao stared at the screen, his brow furrowed, wondering how he could help the guerrillas escape their current predicament. He knew he couldn't act rashly and had to carefully formulate a comprehensive and meticulous plan that would effectively support the guerrillas while concealing his own whereabouts and formidable strength.

After a moment's deliberation, he decisively retrieved a 120mm howitzer and five rounds of ammunition from the Bagua gyroscope. He deftly unfolded the howitzer's bracket and firmly planted it on the ground, creating a shallow indentation in the dirt. Then, his gaze fixed on the screen of the remote control in his hand, which continuously streamed footage from the Hummingbird drone capturing the intense battle area. Lei Tao narrowed his eyes, quickly and precisely adjusting the howitzer's elevation and azimuth based on the screen's display of Japanese troop deployment, firepower distribution, and topography. His fingers moved deftly and precisely on the adjustment knobs.

With a dull, resounding roar, the first shell, like a wild horse unbridled, roared through the air, striking with astonishing precision the accumulated shells on the Japanese mortar position. Instantly, a powerful shockwave, centered on the explosion, spread rapidly in all directions. Before the Japanese artillerymen could react, they, along with their mortars, were hurled high by the overwhelming force, drawing desperate arcs through the air before plummeting heavily to the ground.

Japanese commander Colonel Sato Yamashita, his face pale with shock at the sudden bombardment, quickly drew his command knife and roared, "Baga! Find the source of the attack immediately!" The Japanese soldiers instantly fell into chaos, some lying on the ground for cover, while others frantically looked around, trying to determine the direction of the bombardment. Several heavy machine guns began to fire aimlessly into the forest, bullets hitting tree trunks and sending wood chips flying.

Lei Tao captured the Japanese panic in full view from the footage transmitted by the Hummingbird drone. Without hesitation, he quickly turned the adjustment knob on his howitzer, precisely adjusting the muzzle based on the new Japanese troop movements captured by the drone. With a second loud bang, a second shell roared towards the Japanese heavy machine gun position. The shell exploded next to the heavy machine gun, instantly killing two Japanese machine gunners and deforming the heavy machine gun, rendering it completely useless.

Seeing this, Sato Yamashita's forehead veins bulged, and he frantically waved his command knife, shouting: "Concentrate firepower, counterattack in that direction!" The Japanese army quickly mobilized the remaining firepower and fired fiercely in the general direction of the artillery shells. However, they had no way of determining Lei Tao's exact location and could only blindly pour out ammunition.

Lei Tao didn't give the Japanese a chance to breathe. He adjusted the muzzle again and fired the third shell, which landed precisely on the Japanese ammunition storage area. The violent explosion instantly triggered a series of explosions. Flames shot up into the sky, and the Japanese ammunition was blown everywhere. Many Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground by the blast wave, and they screamed in pain.

By this time, the Japanese positions were in complete chaos, with soldiers fleeing in all directions. Sato Yamashita shouted at the top of his lungs, but he was unable to muster any effective resistance. Lei Tao stared at the screen, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He quickly adjusted the firing parameters for the fourth shell. With a roar, the fourth shell flew out with overwhelming force, landing precisely on the Japanese communication equipment. With a resounding explosion, the communication antenna was shattered, sparks flying everywhere, and the Japanese army's communications were completely cut off. All contact between the various units was instantly lost, plunging them into deeper chaos.

Sato Yamashita watched all this in despair, knowing the situation was hopeless, and was about to flee with the remnants of his troops. Lei Tao wouldn't give him that chance. He quickly loaded the fifth shell, steadying his hands as he maneuvered the howitzer. Based on the footage from the Hummingbird drone, he precisely aimed the muzzle at the Japanese retreat. With a final, earth-shattering bang, the fifth shell exploded among the fleeing Japanese troops, sending up a cloud of dirt and smoke. Japanese soldiers were ripped apart, and Sato Yamashita was thrown to the ground by the blast, his life or death unknown.

Seeing the Japanese troops crushed by artillery fire, the guerrillas' morale soared. Guerrilla leader Wang Shanhu quickly reacted, raising his arms and shouting, "Comrades, we have friends supporting us from the shadows with artillery fire. Opportunities like this are rare. Let's eliminate these bastards first, restock our ammunition and supplies, and then withdraw!" Upon hearing this, the exhausted members of the guerrilla team regained strength. They coordinated with each other, some providing cover, others leading the charge.

When the team members heard this inspiring call, a powerful force seemed to be injected into their originally exhausted bodies, and they instantly became full of energy.

Zhang Dali, a burly guerrilla fighter, suddenly stood up from behind his cover, his light machine gun spitting flames, providing cover for his comrades' charge. As he fired, he roared: "Little devils, take my volley!"

Wang Dahu, hunched over, led his five team members with light yet steady steps, quickly maneuvering around the Japanese flank. They weaved through the undulating mounds and dense grass, using the terrain for cover to deftly dodge the frantic fire of Japanese bullets. The whistling of each bullet didn't faze them, their eyes filled with determination and courage.

Wang Dahu lowered his voice and said to the team members beside him: "Follow my command and prepare the grenades." The team members quickly took off the wooden-handled grenades from their waists, held them tightly in their hands, and clasped the pull rings with their thumbs, waiting for the order.

Watching the dozen or so Japanese soldiers retreating closer and closer, their faces filled with fear, their steps stumbling, their formation scattered. When they were about thirty meters away, Wang Dahu suddenly stood up, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Throw!"

At the same time, he and the five guerrillas around him simultaneously ignited their grenades, raised their arms high, and hurled them forcefully toward the Japanese. Six grenades streaked through the air in black arcs, plummeting towards the Japanese with a vengeful fury. With a series of loud booms, flames shot skyward, and the blast carried sand and rocks, accompanied by the screams of the Japanese soldiers. Thick smoke filled the air, instantly obscuring vision.

When the smoke cleared slightly, a dozen or so Japanese soldiers lay sprawled on the ground, some motionless, others still groaning in agony. Wang Dahu seized the opportunity and shouted, "Charge!" He was the first to charge, rifle drawn, like an arrow from a bow, at the Japanese. The team members followed closely behind, their shouts shaking the air.

As they approached the Japanese position, a wounded soldier suddenly struggled to his feet, raised his gun, and shot at Wang Dahu. Wang Dahu dodged to the side, and the bullet grazed the corner of his clothes. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and with a "bang", the Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

At this time, another team member, Li Erwa, spotted a Japanese soldier trying to shoot from the shadows. The soldier half-crouched behind a thick tree, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes, staring intently at the charging guerrillas, his gun already aimed.

Li Erwa was so anxious that he didn't have time to think. He quickly pulled out the bayonet behind him, tensed his arm muscles, and threw the bayonet at the Japanese soldier. With a flash of cold light, the bayonet spun rapidly in the air, and with a whirring sound, it flew straight towards the Japanese soldier's chest.

With a dull "puff" sound, the bayonet accurately hit the Japanese soldier's chest. The Japanese soldier's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he subconsciously grasped the bayonet with both hands. His body swayed, and he slowly fell backwards, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

After defeating the enemy, Wang Dahu and his team quickly cleaned up the battlefield. They collected the ammunition and weapons left by the Japanese, gathering whatever was usable. One team member excitedly shouted, "Captain, this ammunition will last us for a while!" Wang Shanhu looked out at the smoke-filled battlefield, but he didn't dare relax for a moment. He quickly counted the men and shouted, "Comrades, mission accomplished. Let's retreat as planned!" The team quickly gathered their equipment and, carrying the wounded, disappeared into the mountains and forests along the pre-planned route.