Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

Section Chief Lin, who was only four or five miles away from Zhou Rui and his men, was munching on his unpalatable dry rations while mentally simulating the enemy's route.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, like firecrackers during the Lunar New Year. However, the sound was very short, lasting only about ten seconds.

"Something's happened. Everyone, grab your guns and advance at top speed, lightly armed." Squad Leader Li reacted quickly, grabbing his rifle as he issued the order.

At that moment, who else could have heard the gunshots rang out in the vicinity besides those spies?

They opened fire, and fired so many bullets at once. Who were they shooting at? On this land, besides wild beasts, there were only their own people.

Section Chief Lin ran up to Squad Leader Li and said, "Don't rush, we need to move forward at a steady pace, not too fast."

"Our enemies are ahead, and our people may be suffering persecution from them. I must capture them as soon as possible to reduce the losses of the people."

Squad Leader Li's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Section Chief Lin. Although Section Chief Lin was of a higher rank than him, he wasn't under his command.

"I know, I know," Section Chief Lin said softly in a gentle tone.

"I also come from the People's Army, and I know that the army's duty is to defend the country and protect the lives and property of the people."

But we can't rush things, because we don't know if they're still there. We need to bring all our equipment and prepare for a long battle.

Section Chief Lin's words had a calming effect, and although Squad Leader Li was anxious, he still listened to them.

Then everyone put on all their gear and, at their usual pace for armed cross-country running, slowly ran towards the place where the gunfire had started.

In front of Zhou Rui's camp, Dr. Tong and the others had already tied them up after a quick bandage. Of course, there were only two of them, because one of them was already completely dead.

Zhou Rui simply wrapped the injured area with gauze a few times and did not remove the bullet embedded in his shoulder on the spot.

One problem was that Wang Shouye and his team didn't know how to operate the device, and it would be difficult to explain why they removed it themselves. Furthermore, he was afraid that if he removed the bullet, given his current physical condition, the wound would heal before he even got home, and he would be seen as a monster.

A large amount of stuff was found on the ground: three handguns, several daggers, a pair of binoculars, several lighters, a watch, a thick book...

Zhou Rui picked up a pistol, about the size of his palm.

"PSM pistol, used by Russian officers and spies." Zhou Rui muttered to himself.

Gu Shaofeng picked up the binoculars and looked at them over and over again. It was very strange; this was something that could only be seen in movies.

"Ruiwa, what exactly happened just now? Who are they?" Wang Shouye walked over, supporting his wrist.

The impact with the man surnamed Tong was too forceful, and he accidentally twisted his hand when he landed.

"Didn't the county issue a notice a while ago to arrest spies? It should be them." Zhou Rui raised his chin and gestured to the two people who were tied up.

"You mean Dr. Tong, no, someone surnamed Tong?" Wang Shouye asked, somewhat incredulous.

"Uncle Wang, take a look." Zhou Rui held up a palm-sized pistol: "Do ordinary people have a gun like this?"

Wang Shouye took it, feeling it was too small, like something a woman would use. However, he also admitted he had never seen such a gun before.

"Brother Zhou, now that you've recognized me, let's make a deal."

Tong turned his head and glanced at Park Bo-sang, who was tied to him. The boy was still unconscious and had not woken up.

"Oh, you want to trade with me? Tell me your name first. I don't trade with cowards." Zhou Rui's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

"Ruiwa?" Wang Shouye was a little worried when he saw this, fearing that he was young and ignorant and would act without considering the consequences.

"It's alright, Uncle Wang, we're just chatting."

Zhou Rui didn't actually intend to get anything out of him. He wasn't a professional soldier who caught spies, and interrogation wasn't his responsibility.

He was just a little bored and wanted to see what methods spies used in this era, just as a way to digest his food after a meal.

"My surname is indeed Tong, I'm not lying to you about that, it's just that my given name isn't that."

Zhou Rui nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Actually, that's not important, is it? I just want to make a deal with you that benefits both of us."

Tong Jinjun looked up at Zhou Rui, a posture that was tiring and made him very uncomfortable. It gave him a sense of being at a disadvantage, even though that was indeed the case.

Tell me about it.

"I can give you a large sum of money, and you'll let me and my companions leave. How about it?"

Tong Jinjun's tone was full of seduction; he knew how to bribe the enemy. Park Bo-sang was one such person who had been bought off by him with various benefits, even though they were from the same allied country.

"Don't try to fool me. I've searched you all thoroughly, and you only have this little bit of money?"

Zhou Rui pointed to the few hundred yuan and a few large yellow croakers piled on the ground with the other spoils, his tone quite disdainful. That's all; not even enough for one hunt.

"Of course not those, those are your spoils of war."

When the words "spoils of war" were mentioned, Tong Jinjun became somewhat annoyed. He had actually been captured by a few hunters and become their prisoner, but he had no choice but to suppress his anger.

"I've hidden dozens of those big yellow croakers in a secret place. They're worth tens of thousands of yuan, enough for you to hunt for decades."

As Tong Jinjun spoke, he stared intently at Zhou Rui's face, hoping to elicit a greedy expression from him. Unfortunately, to his disappointment, Zhou Rui remained calm, his face showing not a trace of emotion.

What's going on? I've looked into the income of ordinary people in China. Based on my understanding, it's impossible for no one to be tempted by so much gold.

Tong Jinjun was about to continue persuading Zhou Rui and the others when suddenly the dogs started barking again.

Zhou Rui turned around, still facing the direction Tong Jinjun and the others had come from.

Tong Jinjun looked anxious; only he knew who the people who had arrived were. Who else but those Chinese soldiers could have tracked them down so quickly?

"Young Master Zhou, if you're not satisfied, I can offer you more money..."

"Shut up." Zhou Rui had no interest in listening to Tong's rambling anymore and directly chopped him in the neck with a chop.

"Ruiwa, someone's here again. They haven't stopped all night."

Wang Shouye held the gun in one hand, feeling somewhat worried. He had twisted his wrist, making it difficult to fire.

Zhou Rui glanced around. It was pitch black on the other side. They hadn't used torches or flashlights to travel, so he couldn't tell how many people were coming.

On their side, there was a large bonfire, and everyone was bathed in its light.

"Master, let's find somewhere to hide. It's too bright here, which is bad for us. I'll fire a shot into the air later as a warning to see who's coming."

Wang Shouye listened to Zhou Rui's words and thought they made sense.

"Shaofeng, Zhenzi, and Shitou, take the dog away from the fire and find places to hide."

Zhou Rui dragged the two unconscious agents into the snow hut, then grabbed his 98K and found a snow pit to hide in. At the same time, he activated his sixth sense; eleven people—if they were all enemies, this number was indeed troublesome.

When they were close enough, Zhou Rui pointed his 98K rifle straight at the sky, his finger slightly bent, and bang...