0p0 Chapter 445 Whistle Order: 2-Minute Raid
Chapter 445 Whistle Order: 2-Minute Raid
Chen Feiyang's figure vanished into a shadow under the blazing sun, the silencer of his Scorpion submachine gun still emitting smoke. Yamamoto Heihachiro knocked the grenade in his hand against the stone wall and hurled it toward Chen Feiyang. The grenade arced through the air, and Chen Feiyang's pupils constricted, and he dove to the side.
"Boom!" The blast from the grenade blast knocked Chen Feiyang to the ground, and gravel rained down on him. Chen Feiyang struggled to his feet, feeling a sharp pain in his left arm. He looked down and saw a deep gash on his arm, blood gushing out.
At that moment, Yamamoto Heihachiro, taking advantage of the smoke from the explosion, rushed over with several Japanese soldiers, bayonets drawn. "Kill him!" Yamamoto Heihachiro shouted at the top of his lungs, brandishing his command knife. Chen Feiyang gripped the Scorpion submachine gun tightly, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He quickly pulled the trigger, and flames erupted from the muzzle, killing three Japanese soldiers.
Over a hundred meters away, in the jungle, Lei Tao spotted Chen Feiyang surrounded. He quickly climbed onto a boulder, half-knelt, and retrieved his VSS silent sniper rifle from the Bagua Gyro. He shouldered the rifle, supporting the front with his left hand, adjusted his breathing, and placed his monocular scope close to the target surrounding Chen Feiyang.
"Damn it!" Chen Feiyang hurled his empty submachine gun at the nearest Japanese soldier, then drew the dagger from his waist. Just as the tip of the dagger was about to pierce his throat, Lei Tao's first bullet fired, "Puff!", hitting the head of the Japanese soldier who had attacked Chen Feiyang from behind, sending him falling to the ground.
Lei Tao held his breath, his index finger lightly pulling the trigger of his VSS sniper rifle. With a second muffled "puff," the Japanese soldier on his right, whose bayonet had just been raised, suddenly froze. A bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he collapsed to the ground. Yamamoto Heihachiro's pupils constricted, and he pulled the soldier next to him into shielding. He watched as the third bullet pierced the soldier's shoulder blade, grazed his ear, and severed half of his earlobe.
"Spread out! Seek cover!" Yamamoto roared, rolling into the crater. The remaining three Japanese soldiers fanned out. Lei Tao pulled the bolt to eject the shell, his eyes rapidly switching targets through the scope. The soldier on his left had barely touched the tree trunk when the fourth bullet pierced the back of his neck, splattering warm blood on the rough bark.
Chen Feiyang seized the opportunity to roll over to the corpse and retrieve the fallen Type 38 rifle. Before he could cock the bolt, Lei Tao's fifth round accurately struck the knee of the Japanese soldier who was attempting to outflank him. The man screamed and fell to his knees. Lei Tao fired a sixth round, piercing his temple. The last Japanese soldier collapsed to the ground in terror, raising his hands to shout "surrender" when a bloody flower suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.
Yamamoto Heihachiro trembled all over and pulled out the grenade from his waist. Lei Tao quickly changed his shooting position, and the bullet grazed the grenade, shattering his finger. "Ah—" Yamamoto's scream was cut off by the seventh bullet, and his brain and broken bones splattered on the charred rock. Lei Tao put away his rifle and pulled a bandage from the space in the Bagua top. "Feiyang, hold on!" He jumped off the boulder and ran towards the bloodied Chen Feiyang.
Lei Tao had just finished bandaging Chen Feiyang's wound when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps deep in the jungle. The two exchanged glances, quickly booby-trapped several bodies, and moved behind a large tree. On the way, Chen Feiyang picked up the Scorpion submachine gun from the ground. Lei Tao shoved several of its 45-round high-capacity magazines and several anti-personnel grenades into his hands.
Chen Feiyang quickly loaded the magazine into his Scorpion submachine gun and snapped the safety of a grenade, gripping it in his palm. Lei Tao silently signed, and the two men, forming a crossfire formation, zigzagged toward the dense forest to the right. Footsteps approached, and through the leaves, they spotted a group of Japanese search troops, bayonets pointed, pushing aside vines.
Lei Tao suddenly pulled the trigger on his VSS rifle, the bullet piercing the throat of the leading soldier with pinpoint accuracy. Chen Feiyang simultaneously hurled a grenade into the enemy group. Amidst the explosions, he fired bursts of fire, knocking down two Japanese soldiers who were attempting to lie down. The remaining enemies scattered for cover, and Lei Tao, using the trees for cover, quickly shifted positions, focusing on the Japanese who emerged.
A Japanese officer pulled out a signal pistol and fired a green flare into the air. Chen Feiyang's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly leaned his back against the tree trunk. He blew three short whistles rhythmically at Lei Tao, followed by two long whistles, and finally a quick short whistle. Lei Tao immediately responded with one long and two short whistles, confirming the message.
Chen Feiyang placed his palms on the tree trunk and tapped them three times, adding a rapid whistle rhythm: "Brother Lei, the Japanese are calling for reinforcements. Should we continue guerrilla warfare, or..." Lei Tao listened attentively to the approaching footsteps and responded with a Morse code-like whistle: "—?? —?—? ???", then changed to a colloquial whistle: "Two short and one long, two short and one long!" Finally, he blew three more rapid short whistles to emphasize: "Two minutes to surprise the enemy in front of us. No matter what the result, quickly retreat after two minutes!"
The moment Lei Tao swung his VSS silenced sniper rifle behind him with his sling, his legs pushed off the ground like springs and he leaped up. He twisted his waist and abdomen in mid-air, harnessing centrifugal force to unleash a flashbang. The dazzling light briefly blinded Japanese soldiers within ten meters. As he landed, he rolled to absorb the force, his right hand already firmly gripping the M1911 pistol.
Lei Tao knelt on one knee, his left hand supporting him for balance. His thumb quickly cocked the hammer, his index finger simultaneously releasing the safety. His gaze, like a hawk, locked onto the commander's raised saber behind the trees, quickly calculating the distance based on the reflection from the blade. With a sudden, forceful twist from his waist, his arm swung out like a whip, his wrist jerking rapidly as he released the rifle, using centrifugal force to precisely direct the muzzle at the target.
Bang! The bullet scraped the bark and burrowed into the trunk, sending the commander retreating half a step. Seizing this split-second opportunity, Lei Tao fired a second round—this time, he lowered the muzzle, sending the bullet piercing the commander's knee. As the man fell to his knees, the third bullet pierced the commander's forehead with pinpoint accuracy. The entire sequence, from drawing the gun to killing him in a mere 1.8 seconds, was seamlessly executed, a perfect example of a battlefield survivor's instinctive reflexes.
Chen Feiyang advanced through the thick smoke of the explosion, his left hand shifting the Scorpion submachine gun to a triple-shot burst. With a flick of his wrist, three rounds blasted the Japanese grenade launcher. Amidst the blasting ammunition, he moved in a low, Z-shaped pattern, avoiding the crossfire and rolling.
He landed, grabbed the Type 96 light machine gun beside him, ripped off the dust cover, and quickly cleaned the chamber with a cleaning rod. His thumb flicked the fire selector to burst, his knee resting on the butt to adjust the fire. The moment the Japanese emerged from the mound, he pulled the trigger. The recoil of the butt was absorbed by his shoulder, sending ammunition belts cascading out, shell casings scattering and creating a barrage of fire in front of the mound.