Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

Zhou Rui gave his opponent no chance at all, and with a bouncy motion, he ran down below the small hole.

Bang! The shot came a little too late; the bullet left a small hole in the ground behind Zhou Rui.

Zhou Rui stood directly below the small hole, turned his head to look, and then saw the entire stone staircase in his view.

This time, Zhou Rui didn't hesitate. With two loud bangs, the two light bulbs in the cave went out instantly.

Zhou Rui leaned his rifle against the wall, took a big step, and jumped up, managing to grab the middle of the steps, more than three meters high.

Bang... The gunshot echoed, and a bullet struck directly below the steps.

It turned out that the enemy had heard the footsteps and blind-fired on the first step.

A spark exploded, illuminating a space of one or two meters square, but there was no one there.

Zhou Rui used his hands to climb up, then used his legs to take four or five steps at a time, and reached the top of the steps in just a few steps.

Zhou Rui slipped inside.

*Thud*, a bullet struck the stone wall.

Zhou Rui's expression hardened. This person was not only a good marksman, but also had excellent spatial memory.

Zhou Rui pulled out a pistol from his waist, and the next move was close combat, where life and death hung in the balance.

This is a narrow corridor, which doesn't look like a place for everyday walking, but it is still lit by light bulbs. It is about ten meters long, and there is a light bulb hanging on the wall.

Zhou Rui bent his knees slightly, otherwise he would have hit his head. His back was against the wall, and the rough wall behind him made his cotton coat rustle.

Gu Dayong was getting anxious outside. There was a loud bang at the beginning, followed by several faint gunshots.

Ignoring the danger, he quickly groped his way down in the dark.

He brought this kid with him; we can't let him die here.

Zhou Rui held the gun in both hands and moved forward slowly, while the figure he sensed was slowly retreating.

This is an arc-shaped passageway surrounding the hall below. Are the Japanese playing hide-and-seek with themselves?

Zhou Rui sprinted a few steps, his boots clattering on the stone ground, the sound echoing incessantly.

During the rapid dash, he suddenly veered backward, almost breaking his own ankle.

Bang, bang, the bullets grazed past Zhou Rui's eyes, bounced a few times on the wall, and fell to the ground.

Zhou Rui glanced back and saw two pistol bullets.

It seems the other side also knew that rifles were no longer suitable for this narrow space, and switched to other firearms.

Zhou Rui casually took off his hat and threw it forward, while simultaneously crouching down and leaping forward.

Bang bang bang, three bullet holes appeared in the hat as it flew back, but Zhou Rui, who was close to the ground, also saw half of the figure at the same time.

Bang! Bang! A muffled groan came from the other side, and at the same time, several drops of blood fell, leaving plum blossom patterns on the ground.

Zhou Rui lay quietly on the ground, gun pointed forward, his eyes fixed on the spot where the figure had fallen.

It wasn't far, only six or seven meters away, and it was a recess in the wall, like a hidden tunnel in this corridor.

Three seconds passed, and there was still no movement inside, but Zhou Rui dared not relax for a moment.

He could see clearly as he fired that he hadn't hit the opponent's vitals; one shot hit the opponent's shoulder, but the other missed.

Click, clang.

Zhou Rui's hair stood on end. He didn't even have time to get up. He used all his strength and darted out like a lizard.

A thing the size of a melon flew overhead. Without thinking, Zhou Rui covered his head with his hands and lunged straight into the place where the person was hiding.

A short person was sitting on the ground, one hand hanging down and the other hand open as if he had just let go.

Seemingly not expecting anyone to barge in, the person's eyes widened, a hint of surprise hidden beneath their calm gaze.

Zhou Rui couldn't care less about him; his entire weight, combined with inertia, slammed heavily onto the man.

Boom... A metallic storm swept up in the corridor, then rained down on the walls of the people around the corridor.

After waiting for two seconds, Zhou Rui stood up, with a short man who had been knocked unconscious in front of him.

Outside the cave, Gu Dayong finally slid to the bottom, his pants were worn through, and his gloves had a tear at some point.

Gu Dayong ignored the pain in his hand; a huge explosion was coming from inside, and he had no idea what had happened.

Gu Dayong turned on his flashlight, the beam shining directly into the cave, and he walked straight in without hesitation.

The path into the gate was not easy to walk on; a huge rock and a recessed iron gate blocked the way.

Gu Dayong bypassed the obstacle and continued forward; this section was a good fifty or sixty meters long.

Gu Dayong suddenly stopped and came to a spacious hall, which was probably over a hundred square meters.

The beam of light swept left and right, and another hole appeared on the left, its destination unknown.

The beam of light swept to the right, revealing a table and two tables.

Gu Dayong ignored it and skipped over the beam of light. This was... this was a staircase. The beam of light followed the staircase upwards until it reached the top, a height of about ten meters.

Gu Dayong nodded in agreement; this should be the path those two Japanese soldiers had taken to the firing port.

The beam of light moved down and arrived at the starting point of the stairs. What was that?

Suddenly, Gu Dayong raised his rifle with one hand, and with the other hand, he held a flashlight and a pistol, aiming them at the strange object on the ground.

Gu Dayong slowly approached, and the object on the ground gradually became clearer. It was a person, a person with a twisted body.

Only when they walked right up to the man did they realize that he was a tall, imposing man.

One foot was placed up on the last few steps, head down (sorry, you can't see the head), neck was bent and buried in front of the chest.

One foot was wrapped around one hand like a coiled dragon, while the other hand was strangely reversed.

Gu Dayong shook his head. If this man wanted to live, he would rather twist his own head off.

Tap...tap...tap...

A series of heavy footsteps came from above, and flashlights and rifles were raised simultaneously as they descended the steps to the top.

A tall figure appeared in the beam of light, holding a pistol in one hand and carrying something in the other, like a chick.

"Xiao Rui?"

Gu Dayong's throat was terribly dry, and a hoarse voice squeezed out of his mouth, as if he was afraid that he had mistaken someone for someone else.

"Uncle Dayong, it's me," Zhou Rui said as he walked down the aisle.

"You're really something, kid. You came in all by yourself and took care of two Japanese devils."

Gu Dayong clicked his tongue in amazement. These were regular Japanese soldiers; he couldn't be mistaken. He had seen the uniforms the two men were wearing before.

"But you were a bit too ruthless. You didn't leave a single survivor, so I can't get any information out of you."

Zhou Rui had already gotten off the bus while Gu Dayong was speaking.

"Uncle Dayong, don't wrong me. I didn't kill a single one. Look, this one is still alive."

As Zhou Rui spoke, he held the person in his hand in front of Gu Dayong.

"And this one on the ground, I only hit one hand and one foot, it's impossible for him to die..."

Zhou Rui's voice stopped abruptly. He had clearly also seen the distorted body illuminated by the flashlight, which Gu Dayong had deliberately shown him.

"I'm...I'm definitely going to die."