sjar Chapter 107: Bloodshed
Chapter 107: Bloodshed
The Japanese army would not give up. The special forces team led by Kazuya Uesugami quickly responded. Kazuya Uesugami's face was gloomy, and his eyes were fierce. He shouted loudly: "Baga! How dare these Chinese attack from the side? Fight back fiercely!"
His well-trained special forces quickly adjusted their positions. A group quickly found cover, set up their light and heavy machine guns, and unleashed a barrage of fire in the direction of Du Zhiteng and his men. The dense barrage of bullets poured down like a torrential rain, sending branches and leaves flying and mud flying everywhere.
Some other special agents took advantage of the chaos and divided into several small teams, forming a roundabout and encircling attack, attempting to encircle the Military Control Commission's special operations team from the side and rear and cut off their retreat.
Several special agents skilled in close combat, armed with sharp samurai swords, crouched under the cover of smoke and quietly approached the Military Control Commission's special operations team, ready for a close-quarters fight...
Facing the fierce counterattack of the Japanese special forces led by Kamishima Kazuya, Du Zhiteng was startled, but he had no intention of retreating. He shouted, "Brothers, don't panic! Maintain suppressive fire and pay attention to the surrounding movements. We can't let the Japanese trap us!"
The members of the Military Control Commission's Special Operations Team also gritted their teeth and continued to fire at the Japanese flanks with their Sten submachine guns, trying to disrupt their counterattack rhythm. At the same time, they kept a vigilant eye on the movements around them, ready to deal with the Japanese special forces that were encircling them at any time.
Specialized in close combat, the Japanese special forces exploited the cover and confusion of the mountainous jungle to stealthily approach the bunkers of the Military Intelligence Bureau's special operations team. Crouching low, their steps were swift and agile, weaving through the woods, concealing themselves behind trees and bushes. Their eyes were fixed on their target, their samurai swords lowered slightly, the blades gleaming coldly.
Du Zhiteng, absorbed in the exchange of fire ahead, was oblivious to the approaching danger from behind. Suddenly, his body reacted instinctively, his feet slamming into the ground and rapidly rolling backward. He narrowly dodged the SWAT soldier's katana blow, landing on his back. Using the momentum of his roll, he quickly rose to his feet. Simultaneously, his right hand reached for his leg holster, precisely grasped his M1911 pistol, and smoothly cocked the slide. The entire process was incredibly swift. He quickly raised the pistol, straightened his arm, squinted through the crosshairs, and decisively pulled the trigger. "Bang! Bang!" Two shots rang out, and flames erupted from the muzzle. The attacking SWAT soldier's ferocious expression froze, his eyes wide as he stared at the two bloody holes in his chest. His body staggered a few times before collapsing.
After Du Zhiteng resolved the immediate crisis, he looked around and found that several Japanese special forces members had their backs to him and were about to attack other members of the Military Control Commission. His expression was grim as he pulled out several throwing knives from his waist. He leaned back, pulled his right arm back, and shook his wrist lightly, and the throwing knives shot out quickly. The first throwing knife flew straight to the back of the neck of an agent and hit him accurately. The member's body stiffened, his throat made a "clucking" sound, his samurai sword fell, and he fell forward. Another agent heard the movement and dodged to the left. The throwing knife grazed his right shoulder, his clothes were torn, and a string of blood was brought out. He groaned in pain, his face turned pale, and his steps were panicked.
Members of the Military Control Commission's Special Operations Team engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese special forces. Team member A gripped the triangular bayonet tightly, shouted "Kill!", and rushed towards a Japanese special agent. The Japanese special agent was not afraid either. He raised the samurai sword with both hands, his eyes wide open, shouted Japanese slogans, and chopped it down with force. Team member A stared at the falling samurai sword, and when the sword was about to chop him, he took a step forward to the left with his left foot, turned his body to the left, and dodged sideways. At the same time, he raised his right arm, and the triangular bayonet stabbed from bottom to top, and with a "puff", it pierced into the abdomen of the Japanese special agent. The fierceness on the Japanese special agent's face turned into pain, his facial features were distorted, and he covered the wound with both hands, and the samurai sword fell to the ground. Team member A took the opportunity to raise his right foot and kick him in the abdomen, knocking him down. He turned around and alertly searched for the next enemy, shouting: "Be careful on the left!"
Team member B was confronted by a Japanese special agent. The Japanese special agent had a ferocious look on his face and shouted in broken Chinese: "You are dead!" Team member B snorted coldly, his expression calm, his eyes fixed on the enemy's eyes and shoulders to judge the attack intention. The Japanese special agent took a step forward, swung the samurai sword and slashed to the right. Team member B had anticipated this, bent his knees and squatted, stretched out his left leg and swept towards the opponent's ankle. When the Japanese special agent swung the knife, he was tripped and lost his balance and fell forward. Team member B rushed up and rode on his back, raised the dagger in his right hand and stabbed it into his back. The Japanese special agent struggled for a few times and then did not move. Team member B stood up, wiped the blood splattered on his face, and said with a gasp: "It's not that easy to kill us!"
But during the battle, danger suddenly struck. Japanese special forces snipers were lurking in the jungle. "Bang!" A gunshot rang out. A special operations officer from the Military Intelligence Bureau, caught unawares by the enemy, was caught between the eyebrows by a bullet. He froze, his eyes wide, and collapsed with an expression of unfinished battle. Blood flowed from the bullet hole between his eyebrows, staining the ground red.
Almost immediately, another gunshot rang out. As another member of the Military Control Commission turned to support, the bullet struck his heart. His chest shook, a look of pain and disbelief crossed his face. He dropped his weapon and slowly collapsed.
Du Zhiteng heard two gunshots and turned to see his team members lying in a pool of blood. Realizing there was a sniper, he shouted, "Everyone, be careful, there's a Japanese sniper!" He quickly fired accurately at the three Japanese special forces members who were approaching him, killing them one by one. With a tactical evasion, he snatched a bullet from the Japanese sniper and leaped to hide under a nearby earthen embankment and rocks.
Du Zhiteng's roar echoed through the air, instantly alerting the Military Control Commission members. They quickly dispersed, searching for cover around them. Some hid behind trees, others crouched beside boulders. Du Zhiteng crouched down and quickly moved toward the position of one of the members, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, trying to locate the sniper's hiding place.