Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

About twenty meters above the ground, Zhou Rui was hanging in mid-air with one hand when he suddenly turned around.

Where did the gunshots come from?

The people still at the valley entrance also heard it, but the gunshot was muffled and brief, and they couldn't tell where it came from.

"My apprentice isn't dead! Quick, let's go save them!"

Xie Zhijie ran into the valley as he spoke, immediately disrupting Wang Shouye's plans.

Zhou Rui hasn't even reached the designated position yet, and Xie Zhijie has already run off on his own, leaving them without a source of fire support.

"Quick, keep up. Don't let him walk alone."

Wang Shouye couldn't care less at this point. Every person lost meant one less source of support, and with the danger still unpredictable, he couldn't afford to suffer any losses.

Zhou Rui glanced down and saw Xie Zhijie leading the way, with five people and a dog running towards the Valley Master.

At this point, he no longer cared about slowly finding a path; with a sudden burst of strength, he ascended a significant distance. The backpack behind him seemed weightless, doing nothing to hinder Zhou Rui's speed.

By this time, Xie Zhijie had run up the mound and looked around, but still couldn't see anyone. He didn't know where the gunshots had come from, but the marks on the ground were quite glaring.

The area around the bloodstains was now clearly visible, with some hair, broken bones, and bits of flesh.

Wang Shouye and the others quickly followed, forming a circle around the small mound.

It seemed that the small mound was a signal, because after Wang Shouye and the others all went up, all the jackals popped their heads out.

"You jackal, you dog, you bastard!" Xie Zhijie spat out each word through gritted teeth.

"Where are all these jackals hiding? I couldn't see a single one just now." Hu Dongmu felt a chill run down his spine, feeling that these didn't resemble jackals at all, but rather mountain spirits.

"It's nothing to make a fuss about. Just lie down in a low depression or behind a slightly larger rock and you can completely cover your body."

"But these jackals are quite cunning, treating us like prey and setting up such a huge trap."

Having fought against the jackals before, Gu Jiacheng wasn't too afraid. Watching Wang Shouye speak so confidently, he immediately lost even the last bit of nervousness.

"Uncle Wang," Gu Jiacheng followed Zhou Rui's form of address.

"Is this jackal really that smart?"

"Of course, when it comes to troop deployment and coordination, even the wolf pack is inferior to these jackals."

boom……

Zhou Rui knelt on one knee on a protruding rock on the cliff, his gun barrel emitting blue smoke, and a jackal was instantly blown off its head.

He stood high above, overlooking the entire valley, where nearly a hundred jackals were clearly visible.

Although his duty was to cover Wang Shouye and others, his greater role was to eliminate threats and act as a mobile turret.

The jackals around them were somewhat flustered, shaking their small heads and looking around erratically.

bang, bang, bang...

Gunfire echoed through the valley from mid-air and never stopped after it began.

Then Xie Zhijie, Hu Dongmu, and Xie Yongjiang saw jackals fall one by one amidst the gunfire, as if they were being shot in a line.

Hu Dongmu's eyes widened: "Zhou, Brother Zhou, are you that fierce?"

Gu Jiacheng raised his chin: "That's right, my Ruiwa is always like that."

"Stop talking, load the bullets, get ready, the jackals are about to attack."

Wang Shouye interrupted their conversation. The jackals around them, their rhythm disrupted by Zhou Rui, could no longer bear the casualties. If they didn't attack soon, their comrades would all perish.

Sharp whistles rang out continuously, and then countless jackals rushed towards the center. However, they didn't rush forward in a swarm; instead, they weaved in and out of the enemy lines, like a well-trained army.

boom……

boom……

Zhou Rui slowed down and took longer to aim, but his accuracy remained high, still hitting his target one shot at a time.

Bang! A shower of iron pellets flew out, hitting three or four jackals at the same time.

Wang Shouye and Xie Zhijie were not like young lads like Wang Xiaolong; years of hunting had instilled in them a calm and collected mindset. Within thirty meters, even jackals clustered together could not escape the dense barrage of shotgun fire.

Xie Yongjiang frantically loaded the bullets, while Hu Dongmu hurriedly poured gunpowder and iron shot into the muzzle after firing a shot.

Gu Jiacheng lay on the ground, firing shots to fill the gaps in Wang Shouye's defenses. Although not every shot was successful, he maintained his own rhythm.

On the snowfield, the whistle sounded even more urgent, and the jackals seemed to be aroused, rushing forward recklessly. Some of the faster ones were almost on their way to the small mounds of earth.

boom.

A jackal fell in front of Xie Yongjiang, its white brain matter and red blood spurting out, startling him as he was about to raise his gun.

With Zhou Rui high up and free from the wolves, he transformed into a killing machine, extinguishing lives one by one under his gun. Two empty magazines lay on the ground.

"Luo Hao, quick, fire! Tell them we're here."

Inside the ice cave, He Wu listened to the gunfire outside, which sounded like firecrackers, and kept urging Luo Hao on the shoulder.

"No, don't rush, wait a little longer. With the gunfire so intense outside, my master and the others won't be able to hear me if I fire."

"We only have two bullets left, so we have to find the right opportunity to use them."

"If you won't open it, I will."

He Wu picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his hand as he spoke. They hadn't come empty-handed; the five of them had brought three rifles.

"Brother He, my senior brother is right. If we fire now, no one outside can hear us. Don't waste bullets."

Wang Xiaolong chimed in, trying to ease tensions by flattering Luo Hao.

Luo Hao glared at him but ignored him.

So the five of them stayed at the end of the ice slide, listening quietly to the sounds outside, as if they could feel the fierce battle outside through the sound of gunfire.

At that moment, a jackal slid down with a scream, blood gushing from its waist.

Bang. Luo Hao's hand trembled, and a single bullet instantly tore a large gash in the jackal's belly, splattering a stream of liquid mixed with bits of flesh all over the faces of the five men.

"Ah~"

Qin Rui let out a shrill scream that nearly pierced the eardrums of the people next to her.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Who told you to fire?"

He Wu kept shoving Luo Hao. Luo Hao's shooting not only startled them, but more importantly, it drenched them in the face.

The blood was mixed with stomach contents; it smelled awful.

Lü Zhijun quickly hugged He Wu: "Okay, Wu Zi, stop pushing him. He didn't mean to."

Lu Zhijun hugged him tightly. He knew He Wu had a bad temper, but this was not the time for him to act out.

"Don't fire again. If a jackal falls down, all of us together can kill it."

Only then did Lü Zhijun and his companions realize that it wasn't wolves that had driven them into the ice cave, but jackals. They weren't hunters, and they assumed anything that looked like a dog was a wolf.

Bang, bang. Zhou Rui's hand was steady, his gun steady, and one after another, jackals fell to the ground beneath his gun.

He had no idea that the jackal he had just wounded had almost caused trouble for He Wu and his men.