Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

Da da da... Da da da...

Flames erupted from another firing hole, relentlessly firing in response to Zhou Rui's movements.

Bullets struck behind Zhou Rui, sending up countless sparks. In the pitch-black night, Zhou Rui's figure stood out remarkably.

"Damn it, this is bad." Gu Dayong cursed inwardly as he watched Zhou Rui's retreating figure.

Even he saw Zhou Rui, so he didn't believe the Japanese couldn't see him.

Moreover, the enemy was using a Type 99 light machine gun, which could fire thirty rounds at a time.

He quickly poked his head out, aiming it at the direction from which the flames were coming.

Hey, hey, hey.

As Gu Dayong fired three shots, it was unclear whether he hit anything, but the gunfire from the other side stopped.

But two seconds later, the jet of fire swept towards Gu Dayong's direction.

"Holy crap, that little Japanese devil reacted really fast."

Gu Dayong lay on the ground, pressing his head down as much as possible, not daring to lift it up even slightly.

A few seconds later, the gunfire stopped, and an entire magazine on the other side was emptied.

boom.

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Gu Dayong took the opportunity to peek out, but the mountains were plunged back into endless darkness.

He could no longer see Zhou Rui's figure, and he didn't know whether the last shot had hit Zhou Rui.

Zhou Rui activated his sixth sense with all his might, and by the faint light of the machine gun flames, he saw that he had not deviated from the course.

His vision went black; the machine gun stopped firing and there was no light at all.

Another shot rang out behind him, but it had no effect on him whatsoever; the bullet had somehow gone astray.

The machine gun took a long time to reload; it didn't fire even after about ten seconds.

However, this was no longer relevant to Zhou Rui. With his final sliding tackle, Zhou Rui had reached the bottom of the mountain.

From this position, neither of the two firing ports could see Zhou Rui anymore, not even a glimpse of his clothing.

Zhou Rui then turned on his flashlight and found the entrance in a natural crevice.

The entrance cuts diagonally into the stone wall, which explains why they couldn't see the gate directly from the mountain.

Zhou Rui stroked the gate, an iron gate 1.2 meters wide and less than 2 meters high. Even without taking off his gloves, Zhou Rui could feel the biting cold emanating from the iron gate.

There is a small square window at the top of the iron gate, just big enough to fit an aluminum lunchbox.

Zhou Rui did not immediately go forward to check, but first used his sixth sense to sense the two enemies and found that neither of them had moved and were still at the position where the gun had been fired.

Is this... a sign that you don't believe you can get through this iron gate?

Now that he had no more reservations, Zhou Rui stopped dodging and kicked the iron gate with all his might.

With a loud thud, the iron gate trembled, shaking off some years of accumulated dust.

Zhou Rui scratched his head. If he couldn't break through this gate, there was no point in staying here. He would only give the Japanese soldiers inside enough time to react and find a way to deal with them.

Zhou Rui took off his backpack and then searched himself thoroughly.

Rifles and pistols don't seem to work.

Knives, cans, ropes, binoculars, watches—none of these were of any use.

Oh, and there are cigarettes, kerosene lighters, and firecrackers. Are they trying to make me use them as explosives?

Zhou Rui composed himself, then turned and walked away. The props were useless now; he'd have to rely on himself.

As Zhou Rui walked, he moved his arms and legs and kept twisting his neck.

Since being reborn, the transformation of my body has not been a one-time event, but rather a gradual change over time.

Moreover, he has been consuming various kinds of wild animal meat for the past few months, and has also continued his training.

He wanted to test the limits of his current strength.

Five meters away from the iron gate was a large rock shaped like a millstone. He placed his hands on it and tried to shake it; it weighed at least 400 pounds.

Zhou Rui squatted down and took a deep breath.

what……

Zhou Rui's mouth was wide open, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and steam rose from his head.

As Zhou Rui's feet sank deeper into the snow, the stone rose centimeter by centimeter until it reached his chest.

Zhou Rui's arms were trembling, as if he was about to give up.

Is this the limit? Zhou Rui glanced sideways at the iron gate a few meters away.

Ah... Zhou Rui suddenly mustered his remaining strength and swayed forward, the stone slowly rising upwards.

With his pace quickening, Zhou Rui pushed hard with both hands, and the stone, propelled by inertia, flew violently toward the iron gate.

With a deafening roar, the iron gate was torn apart and flew deep into the cave, while the rocks tumbled and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhou Rui looked at the dark hole, and a warm breeze blew in, brushing against his face.

Zhou Rui thought he would be exhausted, after all, he had almost exhausted all his potential just now.

But as a gentle breeze blew in from inside the cave, a warm current welled up from deep within his body, instantly spreading throughout his entire being.

Zhou Rui clenched his fist, his strength seemingly even greater than before.

My sixth sense activated, and the distance instantly expanded to 1,500 meters.

Oh no, the two people inside have moved. They're coming down from the top, and their target is clearly the direction of the gate.

Zhou Rui didn't have time to think. He bent down, picked up the knife and pistol, and tucked them behind his back. Then he picked up the Type 56 and ignored the backpack on the ground.

Anyway, no one will steal it if it's left on the ground.

Zhou Rui darted inside and walked no more than ten meters, then turned a corner, and his eyes lit up instantly—there were even electric lights inside.

Zhou Rui didn't have time to investigate further; he simply ran in the direction he sensed the two people in his mind. He couldn't afford to be trapped in this narrow space; it would be too disadvantageous for him.

Zhou Rui was noticeably faster. He arrived at a more spacious place, which was quite empty, with only a table and two chairs placed to one side.

Zhou Rui turned to the side, where there was a stone staircase that had been carved out by man, which stretched to the top of the cave, about ten meters above the ground.

Zhou Rui straightened up, raised his rifle with both hands, and steadily aimed it at the platform.

A few seconds later, a figure suddenly appeared, holding a pistol in one hand, and ran down the steps.

After running a few steps, he suddenly stopped, staring incredulously at the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him.

Zhou Rui silently watched that person through the crosshair.

He was tall, pale-faced, and clean-shaven, looking only in his thirties, unlike anyone described by the listless dog.

His expression slowly changed from anxiety to fear; his pupils dilated, and his right hand, holding the gun, was about to rise.

Bang, bang...

The man dropped his pistol, his leg buckled, and he tumbled down the steps, convulsing on the ground as blood seeped from his wrists and calves.

Zhou Rui shifted his gun's focus back to the top platform. This person was already defeated; he should turn his attention to the remaining one.

Something was wrong. In Zhou Rui's perception, the person who was originally walking towards the platform had stopped ten meters away.

Zhou Rui turned his head sharply and then noticed a small hole where the man had stopped, from which a gun barrel was protruding.