Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

The snowflakes, like fine sand, kept getting into Third Brother's eyes, and the ice shards stung his eyeballs.

He no longer cared about the sled at his feet or the child on it. He slapped his eye hard with the heel of his hand, turned around, and ran away.

With a muffled thud, the bullet tore through the thick snow and grazed past his armpit.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Third Brother's back. His cotton-padded coat under his arm was scorched, and the smell of burnt cotton mixed with the coldness of the snow went straight into his nose.

"run!"

After firing the shot, Zhou Rui uttered only one word before charging forward like a cannonball.

He had to keep his three children firmly behind him before anyone could touch the sled.

"Holy crap, what is that thing?"

At the highest point in the valley, Hao, who looked like an educated youth sent to the countryside, and his two men watched the chaos below, their jaws nearly dropping into the snow.

Zhou Rui wasn't running at all; he was like a cheetah tensing its muscles, pouncing towards its prey.

"Dajun, give him some trouble. I get annoyed by how smoothly things are going for him."

Hao Ge groaned sickly as he rubbed his wrist with his fingertips, his voice as cold as ice.

Logically, he should hate these human traffickers for ruining his plans, but looking at Zhou Rui's clean and efficient shooting just now, and at that burly figure that made people dizzy in the snow fog, he couldn't suppress the inexplicable disgust in his heart.

The man next to him, Dajun, didn't waste any words, not even making excuses about whether he could hit the target due to the distance. He simply raised his gun steadily.

It was a brand new SVD; the scope mount on the receiver still gleamed with metallic sheen. Anyone who could grip this gun must be a skilled marksman.

"Brother Hao, can I have some fun over there?" Another burly man rubbed the grip of his AK47 with his hands, a cruel excitement gleaming in his eyes as he stared intently at Gu Dayong and his group as they drew closer.

There were many people over there, and the thirty bullets in his magazine were already burning hot with thirst, eager to draw blood.

"No." Hao Ge's tone was as steady as if he were a different person, without any trace of his previous loss of composure.

"They're too far away. We won't be able to take down many of them, and we'll just expose all our firepower. Let them get within another thirty meters before we fire."

Zhou Rui was sprinting at full speed under the cover of the snow when the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up, and he instinctively lunged to the left.

Almost at the same instant, a shot rang out, the bullet grazing his right shoulder and embedding itself in the snow behind him, sending up a spray of snow half a foot high.

The second shot came even faster than he could react. Zhou Rui shifted his weight and swerved sharply to the right, the bullet grazing his boot.

He wasn't relieved at all, and inwardly cursed himself.

Damn, it's the SVD, the Dragunov with a ten-round magazine, the standard-issue sniper rifle of Russia.

The moment the first gunshot rang out, he spread out his senses and discovered that the people hiding in the valley were a different group, not the human traffickers from before.

Now, all the demons and monsters hiding in the shadows have come together.

As the third gunshot rang out, Zhou Rui slid and dove to the side of the sled.

He didn't even have time to untie the ropes; he swept all three children into his arms and, using the momentum, rolled them to the side.

All four of them fell into a snow pit that was half a meter deep.

Bang bang bang.

Three bullets flew past the top of the crater in succession, their scorching heat sweeping across his hair and making it impossible for him to lift his head.

"Jiacheng, lie down and don't come any closer!"

Zhou Rui poured all the strength in his lungs into his voice, which drifted away into the distance, carried by the snow and wind.

He couldn't let Gu Jiacheng rush this way. As long as everyone lay still in the snow, the enemy wouldn't be able to find a clear firing window in the darkness.

Gu Jiacheng was a steady man. Upon hearing the shout, he immediately plunged into the snowdrift without even poking his head out.

Gu Dayong also heard the gunshots.

They caught a glimpse of muzzle flashes in the valley and immediately turned off their flashlights. Everyone scattered to find cover, not daring to take another step forward.

Zhou Rui lay at the bottom of the pit, panting heavily. The desperate sprint of several hundred meters had left even his modified body feeling suffocated with exhaustion.

After a few seconds, he reached out and touched the side. The pit walls were covered with soft, fresh snow. He could dig through and move to the side along the snow layer to leave this exposed spot.

Just as he turned around to make a move, a soft, gentle voice suddenly drifted into his ear, as light as a snowflake falling beside him.

"Brother Rui."

He then suddenly realized that he was still tightly holding three terrified little children in his arms.

Just now, when Zhou Rui was rolling around with his men, the rag in Chen Xiaoni's mouth fell off, which allowed her to make a sound.

"Little girl? Are you alright?"

"It's okay, little brother, he's not making a sound." Chen Xiaoni was as introverted as ever, but she was still quite clear-headed.

Zhou Rui took the contents out of the mouths of the other two dolls, first checking their noses, then touching their foreheads.

He was still breathing, but the moment his fingertips touched his forehead, Zhou Rui felt his fingertips burning.

It had been freezing cold for most of the night, and the two younger children had high fevers.

If this drags on any longer, even if they survive the hail of bullets, they'll likely die from a high fever.

Without delay, he took off most of his cotton-padded coat and wrapped it around the three children.

Fingertips flew across the snow pit wall, and within minutes a path was dug out.

He crawled on his hands and knees and pushed Chen Xiaoni and the other two inside, whispering, "Don't show your face, and don't make a sound no matter what you hear."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another gunshot rang out overhead. The bullet grazed the edge of the crater, and the splashing snowflakes landed on the faces of the group, sending a chill through them.

Zhou Rui glanced towards the valley, but the muzzle flash of the SVD was hidden in the snow and mist, making it impossible to discern its location.

The opponent is testing and calibrating; the next round of shots will definitely not miss.

In the past, he might not have been able to do anything if he were in such a weak position.

But now he has a sixth sense, a unique ability that is the greatest weapon on this battlefield without high technology.

Zhou Rui didn't rush to show himself, but instead pulled out a handful of bullets from his pocket.

I just fired four shots, and there's only one bullet left in the magazine.

Click, click, the bullets were neatly inserted into the magazine one by one.

Zhou Rui felt no nervousness whatsoever, only excitement.

Unlike the joy of hunting, this was genuine excitement, that feeling of adrenaline surging.

Bang! Another shot came, but instead of going over the crater, it hit the crater opening directly in front of it.

The other party seemed to be toying with him, like a cat playing with a mouse, and he was the mouse.

"Pah, pervert." Zhou Rui muttered to himself.

But then I smiled and realized that I wasn't exactly a normal person either, otherwise why would I be so attached to the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield?

Zhou Rui brushed his fingertips over the spent cartridge case of the last bullet, then clicked the magazine back into the gun, a cold smile playing on his lips.

A cat playing with a mouse? He wanted to see who the cheetah hiding in the shadows was.

Instead of rushing out of the pit, he dug three meters in the opposite direction along the snow path he had just dug, moving away from the three children.

His fingertips touched a patch of frozen ground, and under the cover of the snow, he silently extended the barrel of the 98K rifle.

The sixth sense, like a fine net, spreads with the wind towards the highest point of the valley.

The subtle vibrations on the snowflakes, the rise and fall of breaths hidden behind the trees, were all as clear as if they were engraved in his mind, without the slightest blurriness.