Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

Bang, bang, bang. As the first shot rang out, signaling the attack, Zhou Rui and his two companions pulled the triggers in succession, taking down two jackals.

Zhou Rui entered firing mode, focusing entirely on his target battlefield and no longer caring about the scores of others.

Clang, bang. Clang, bang. The rhythmic sounds of the bolt being pulled back and the gunshots rang out, like a sophisticated machine.

The howls of jackals rang out, and the jackal pack erupted into chaos like boiling water in a pot.

Bang! Crash! Another jackal fell from Zhun's heart.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle rang out, and the remaining jackals all turned around and rushed toward the big locust tree in a fan shape.

Zhou Rui, seeing the approaching jackals, remained calm and quickly changed to a new magazine. Gu Dayong had said that without orders, they could not retreat a single step.

Bang. The running jackals couldn't dodge Zhou Rui's bullet, and their formation became increasingly sparse. Zhou Rui standing at this point was like a mountain; no jackal could cross it.

*Whoosh, bang, bang.* Besides Zhou Rui, Gu Dayong beside him and Gu Jiacheng and Liu Qingguo behind him were also firing continuously. However, because Gu Jiacheng and Liu Qingguo were in the trees, their field of vision was not as wide, and their rate of fire was much slower than Zhou Rui's.

Bang. Zhou Rui had only fired the third bullet from his second magazine when the pack of jackals pounced on him. Seeing the last jackal he had killed lying just three meters in front of him, Zhou Rui immediately put down his Mauser 98K, picked up his knife, and took a step forward.

Suddenly, the barking of hunting dogs rang in his ears. Three hunting dogs had already rushed out ahead of Zhou Rui to meet the remaining jackals.

Gu Dayong followed closely behind, holding the water bead in both hands, and with a standard bayonet tactical maneuver, he flipped a leaping jackal over in mid-air.

Zhou Rui was different. Holding the knife in a reverse grip, he faced the charging jackal. Just as they were about to make contact, he swiftly dodged to the left, his right hand slicing the knife across the jackal's throat. Behind Zhou Rui, a spurt of blood gushed out like a high-pressure water jet. The jackal thrashed to its feet, then collapsed back to the ground.

The three hunting dogs, facing off against the five jackals, did not recklessly charge the pack. Instead, the three dogs cooperated to hold off the jackals.

Seeing this, Zhou Rui launched a powerful forward attack, his offensive stance as fiery as a raging inferno. The balance was broken, and two of the jackals suddenly leaped up and pounced on Zhou Rui simultaneously.

Zhou Rui raised his right foot and kicked a jackal away. At the same time, he stretched out his free left hand, grabbed the jackal's head with lightning speed, and slammed it out, knocking down one of the remaining three jackals.

Zhou Rui's attack was a signal; the three hunting dogs that were still locked in a stalemate immediately charged forward. One of them pounced on the jackal that Zhou Rui had kicked away, and before the jackal could even get up, it bit down on the jackal's neck.

The other two pounced on the remaining two jackals, eager to unleash their pent-up anger. In a one-on-one fight, the hunting dogs were never afraid of wolves or jackals.

Gu Dayong was good at finding opportunities. In one swift movement, he pinned the knocked-down jackal to the ground with his bayonet.

At this moment, the jackal that Zhou Rui had shoved away with one hand suddenly tucked its tail between its legs, whimpered, and turned to run away. This was like a signal of defeat; upon hearing the howl, the other jackals immediately tucked their tails between their legs and scattered in all directions.

The Gu family's three hunting dogs immediately sprang into action, each choosing a jackal to chase after.

Zhou Rui was shocked. They'd already run off before he'd even had his fill? He reached for his waistband, intending to use his pistol to stop all the thugs in front of him. But he stopped halfway. Aside from his family, no one knew he possessed a pistol; it was better to keep it a secret.

Zhou Rui quickly turned around and went to the tree, picked up the Mauser 98K, opened the bolt and saw that there were still two bullets left, not bad.

Left foot forward, right foot back, body leaning back, rifle butt resting on shoulder socket.

Bang! A horse collapsed, then crashed, bang. Anal rupture...?

Zhou Rui pulled out a bullet, not even having time to load the magazine, so he loaded one, raised his head, and aimed. To hell with it, he couldn't see a single hair.

Zhou Rui lowered his gun. The path in front of him was strewn with the corpses of jackals, stretching into the distance. A few that weren't dead were still lying on the ground, whimpering.

Gu Dayong held the gun with both hands, the bayonet still dripping blood. He turned back to Zhou Rui with a satisfied expression: "Rui, are you hurt?"

"No." Zhou Rui shook his head.

"Alright, clean up the battlefield, take no prisoners."

As Gu Dayong spoke, he gestured in the direction of Gu Jiacheng and Liu Qingguo, and Gu Jiacheng and Liu Qingguo slid down from the pine tree one after the other, carrying guns on their backs.

Zhou Rui slung the gun over his shoulder, picked up the dagger again, and walked forward with light steps. His eyes kept scanning the jackals on the ground. As long as there was still a sound, he would walk over, step on the jackal's head, and kill it one by one with his dagger.

Gu Jiacheng and Liu Qingguo quickly ran to meet Gu Dayong, and the three of them began to pick up the jackals one by one and pile them up under the big locust tree.

Zhou Rui followed the bullet trail to a tree where four jackals were. He had shot two of them in the head, and of the other two, one was still alive but nearly dead. Zhou Rui stomped on their heads with his big foot and stabbed them with his knife.

The leather was covered with bullet holes, from shotguns.

Zhou Rui looked up: "Uncle Chen Ye, are you alright?"

Chen Ye slid down from the tree, looking at Zhou Rui with a complicated expression. Sigh, how embarrassing, especially in front of Zhou Rui, whom he looked down upon.

"It's nothing, I was being chased so fast that my clothes got torn." Chen Ye pretended to be nonchalant.

Zhou Rui's eyes darted around: "By the way, where's Chen Feiyue? I haven't seen him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye panicked. He had been so focused on pretending to be okay that he forgot his son was injured. He immediately ran forward and came to a tree about thirty meters away.

"Feiyue, Feiyue. How are you?"

Chen Feiyue sat on a tree branch, completely naked. He clung tightly to the tree trunk with both hands, one leg dangling out, and a small amount of blood seeped from his trousers.

But what was that? It was all Zhou Rui's fault for having such sharp eyes; he vaguely saw that Chen Feiyue's pants had a wet patch on the thigh area, almost completely dry. Had he wet himself in fright?

Zhou Rui lowered his head, gritting his teeth to hold back his laughter. No, he couldn't laugh out loud.

"It's alright. It's just that my calves hurt a lot." Chen Feiyue's voice was trembling a little, indicating that he had been bitten badly.

"Come down quickly, let me check you out and bandage you up as soon as possible, before you bleed to death." Chen Ye was a little anxious. Chen Feiyue was his only son who had some talent in hunting, and he couldn't let him go to waste.

Chen Feiyue was about to climb down the tree when he looked down and saw a mark on his groin, and immediately stopped. Looking at his calf, he saw that the bleeding had almost stopped. "Never mind," he thought, "I'll wait a while before going down. Zhou Rui is still under the tree; my pants should be dry soon."

"Dad, let me rest for a bit. My legs are numb from sitting for too long."

"Then massage it a bit, let your leg move around, and get down quickly. You need to get treatment as soon as possible, or you might cause problems with your leg."

"Okay, Dad, I'll be down in a bit."

Zhou Rui grew impatient watching the two tug at each other back and forth between the tree and the ground. "Forget it," he thought, "whatever they're doing, as long as they're not dead."

Zhou Rui collected the dead jackals and started walking back, gathering all the spoils. He didn't take the two jackals that had been hit by shotgun shells; they were killed by others, and he disdained to keep them for himself.

"Have they all been brought back? How many jackals did you kill in total?" Gu Dayong asked, looking at the small mountain piled up in front of him.