Chapter 1685 - 1686: Battle
Miyamoto Taro was heavy-hearted, his face grave.
The scene at Shitan Village was still fresh before his eyes.
He couldn't believe that such a ten-member team could break through his three checkpoints.
They killed over a hundred ninja soldiers and then roared away.
Just what kind of enemy was this?
To prevent the tragedy of Shitan Village from happening again,
Miyamoto Taro ambushed more than a hundred heavy soldiers at Ten Mile Shop Long Bridge, all armed to the teeth.
In two dark bunkers, two Big Viper Machine Guns cross-fired.
Any enemy daring to charge over the bridge would be shredded into pieces by a storm of bullets in an instant.
Behind this ten-member team, Miyamoto Taro had arranged a pursuing force.
They moved swiftly, able to arrive in just half an hour.
As long as Ten Mile Shop Long Bridge could hold these guys for half an hour,
by then, trapped in front and chased from behind, these guys wouldn't escape, even if they had wings.
Thinking of this, Miyamoto Taro's mood improved a bit.
On his gloomy face appeared a few sinister smiles.
Behind Miyamoto Taro, the Ghost Swordsman stood coldly to the side.
This guy's lips were sharp and round, like the snout of a jackal, making him appear as if he were sneering even when not smiling.
In the eyes of the Ghost Swordsman, Miyamoto Taro was completely wasting time.
This ten-member team didn't even need an army; he alone, with a sword, could wipe them out.
The Big Beard leading them was certainly skilled in Martial Arts, but when it came to assassination and jungle sniping, he couldn't even hold a candle to him.
After Miyamoto Taro finished his arrangements, he turned around and saw the scornful smile on the Ghost Swordsman's face, momentarily stunned.
Miyamoto Taro was quite aware of this top expert under his command's thoughts.
However, the Ghost Swordsman was responsible for the security of the entire headquarters, a heavy responsibility.
Relocating him gave Miyamoto Taro an instinctive feeling of unease.
The heads of the Eight Great War God Families were watching the large screen, but their moods were not as tense as Miyamoto Taro's.
For the Eight Great War God Families, although this ten-member team was formidable, it wasn't enough to cause panic among the glorious War God Families.
In fact, some Family Heads, after watching the battle at Shitan Village, had lowered their ratings of the Eight Gates Ninja by several levels.
In their hearts, everyone was secretly sneering.
Over the years, the Eight Gates Ninja had received so much subsidy and funding from the Military Department, yet they nurtured such a bunch of losers, which was truly laughable.
Of course, these crafty old guys wouldn't show such thoughts on their faces.
Only a few Family Heads who had a good rapport exchanged a knowing smile occasionally.
In the raging waters beneath Ten Mile Shop Long Bridge,
Yang Fei and Mad Blade had already lain in ambush below the bridge, with two dark bunkers just above.
They gazed at the bridge towering over ten meters high, coldly smiling.
Yang Fei made a gesture, Mad Blade nodded, climbing along the bridge upward.
Mad Blade bit a dagger in his mouth, moving swiftly and fiercely.
His clothes were drenched, clinging to his body, but they did not impede his actions.
Yang Fei held a rifle, standing guard for Mad Blade.
Watching Mad Blade nearly reach the bottom of the bridge, Yang Fei leaped up, climbing along the bridge piers.
His movements were gentle and silent, akin to a gecko on a wall.
Mad Blade wrapped his legs around the pillar, holding the rifle in his hands, aiming at the surrounding enemies, standing guard for Yang Fei.
In a moment, both of them had climbed beneath the bridge.
Here, they could already hear vague sounds coming from the bunkers above their heads.
Even the faint voices of the soldiers were clearly audible.
Yang Fei made a gesture, and Mad Blade moved to the left while Yang Fei went right; the two of them suddenly flipped out from under the bridge, pouncing toward the left and right bunkers.
On the bridge, two bunkers were surrounded by sandbags in a semicircle.
The fortifications stood about as tall as a person, leaving only a narrow round hole from which the barrel of a Big Viper Machine Gun extended.
At this moment, an observer, a shell loader, and two machine gunners in the bunker focused intently on the opposite shore.
They never imagined that someone would sneak up from below the bridge.
Yang Fei's body soared into the air, directly dropping into the bunker.
The observer heard an unusual noise and suddenly looked up.
The expression on the observer's face was most remarkable, filled with fear and disbelief.
He opened his mouth wide, just about to shout out.
Yang Fei's body flipped 720 degrees, delivering a Split Hanging Leg right onto his forehead.
The observer's head, with a thud, was slammed back into his chest, the sound of a breaking neck bone making one's teeth ache.
Meanwhile, the shell loader had already pulled his pistol from his waist, and the two machine gunners swiftly grabbed their rifles from the ground.
In Yang Fei's eyes, a red light flashed, the Hu Chang Heart Method triggered instantly.
The three guys felt their minds tremble.
A boundless, savage aura rushed at them, like an ancient Baolong opening its blood-filled jaws full of Fangs.
Their brains instantly went blank, fear making them lose control of their bowels, slumping helplessly to the ground.
Ever since breaking through to the True Martial Realm, Yang Fei's Hu Chang Heart Method had doubled in power, often scaring those with weak will into having their Souls Shattered.
His toes hooked up a rifle from the floor, mercilessly pulling the trigger at them.
Almost simultaneously, gunfire erupted from the left bunker where Mad Blade was in charge.
The rapid gunfire resembled popping beans, stopping abruptly after just a few seconds.
Yang Fei smiled faintly, knowing that Mad Blade had succeeded.
He swiveled the Big Viper Machine Gun, aiming it at the direction of the enemy.
At the same time, Yang Fei made simple repairs to the fortifications, piling the sandbags higher.
Mad Blade popped his head out of the left bunker, tossing over a pack of cigarettes, chuckling and revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Try this, instructor, little demons' cigarettes. How come the little devils haven't charged?"
Yang Fei chuckled, moving the long ammunition belt of the machine gun to his feet.
"They're coming soon, buddy, get ready for battle."
As he spoke, he picked up the cigarettes from the ground, lighting one for himself while keeping his eyes fixed on the west side of Ten Mile Shop Long Bridge.
The gunfire had already alerted the ambushed heavy soldiers; the enemy realized the bunkers were attacked.
Over a hundred soldiers quickly gathered, howling as they charged toward the bunkers.
Yang Fei and Mad Blade didn't fire.
Both were seasoned soldiers, knowing the optimal distance to maximize damage against the enemy.
800 meters, 500 meters, 300 meters…
As the enemy drew closer, their ferocious faces becoming clearer, Yang Fei roared and pulled the trigger of the Big Viper Machine Gun.
Tat-tat-tat!
The dark barrel exploded with a roar, spewing fire.
A storm of bullets poured from the muzzle, the metal tempest engulfing the entire bridge surface.
The frail human bodies had no defense against such fierce assault.
A dozen soldiers at the forefront were immediately cut in half, erupting into clouds of blood mist.
Most soldiers only had time to duck and lie prone on the ground.
However, the thumb-thick bullets had already penetrated their heads and bodies, turning them into a sieve of blood.
The fourth update concluded.