Zheng Zhilong, however, did not run into the ambush. He escaped in circles, choosing to walk in deserted places. Although he temporarily got rid of his pursuers, he still predicted that the enemy would probably intercept him in the area of Puzhao Temple. Now tell everyone to rest for a while. Summon Taro to discuss.
"Taro!" Zheng Zhilong took a sip of water from the bamboo tube, "Puzhao Temple is ahead. In a moment, you will have a capable subordinate lead a large group of people there. You and a few people will escort me to the path we visited last time."
After regaining Xiamen Island from Li Kuiqi, Zheng Zhilong went to the Wulaofeng area with Tongtaro many times to survey the terrain and thoroughly understood the road conditions in this area - he was an out-and-out tycoon, knowing that he was always optimistic. A retreat is the most important thing.
He knew from the local people that there was a path in the bamboo forest more than a mile outside Puzhao Temple that could lead directly to Wulaofeng. At that time, I took my soldiers on a trip: the road condition was very bad, but it was barely passable. A few close men were secretly sent to repair the road. The entire road is hidden in the jungle and is very secretive.
Tongtaro nodded: "There are very few people who know that road, so there should be no ambush. It's just that after a few of us escort you there, we will be very weak. If something happens on the road, we may not be able to protect you."
"It doesn't matter, you're here." Zheng Zhilong said solemnly.
"Yes, I will fight to the death to protect you from danger!" Tongtaro responded with great gratitude. It is the greatest honor of a samurai to trust his master with his life in times of danger.
"Change!" Zheng Zhilong ordered. A soldier who had been following Zheng Zhilong's escape took off his clothes bag. Inside was a set of new blue cloth trousers worn by local civilians - just like the soldiers and sailors under Zheng Zhilong's command. ——Put it on for him.
The clothes and armor that Zheng Zhilong replaced were put on by his own soldiers. He patted the soldier on the shoulder: "Dalin, if you fight with me, you will be in trouble this time. Don't worry about what happens after you!"
"I am willing to die for you!" The soldier named Dalin knelt down and kowtowed. "Please take care of yourself, sir!"
Tongtaro asked the Japanese mercenaries who were preparing to escort Zheng Zhilong to escape to discard all the iron cannons in their hands - it was inconvenient to use iron cannons here, and they were too eye-catching. In contrast, there are many people who use Tachi Zhengjun.
After changing clothes, a large group of people surrounded "Zheng Zhilong" who was disguised as a soldier and headed towards the main road in the direction of Puzhao Temple. Zheng Zhilong and Tongtaro led a few people into the bush and sneaked away along a less traveled path.
Qian Shuixie's telescope noticed that the enemy stopped briefly to rest outside Puzhao Temple, and then began to advance again. Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, I couldn't help but think of the time when I was hunting deer in the United States, hiding in the bushes and waiting for the deer to appear in the scope.
Now he only has people in his sights. Qian Shuixie had no time to sigh and saw the enemy entering the ambush circle. The nearest group was only 300 meters away. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie: "Get ready to shoot!" Then he opened the bolt of the m240 machine gun with a clatter.
In order to ensure a one-hit kill, the Hornets brought an M240 machine gun, and Qian Shuixie personally controlled the shooting. The machine gun was okay, the special reconnaissance team had the equipment. But ammunition is strictly controlled. In normal training, reloaded black powder bullets are used. Just like this, you still have to light it up to count. But this time, when Qian Shuixie took the approval slip double-stamped by the Planning Institute and the General Administration of Military Affairs to receive a few hundred rounds of original ammunition from the Planning Institute's arms warehouse, he couldn't help but sigh: Zheng Zhilong is really treated as a VIP.
Through the sight installed on the machine gun, Qian Shuixie could now see what this group of people looked like. It seemed that most of them were Japanese, but there were also about a dozen who were dressed as Chinese. Surrounded by a young and burly man, although his clothes and armor were messy, his clothes and weapons were the most exquisite. He was probably from Zheng Zhilong.
Qian Shuixie felt excited: at the current distance, if three groups fired at the same time, it would be a hail of bullets. In addition to his machine gun, the other groups also had at least one automatic rifle. These dozens of people can be turned into a hornet's nest in an instant.
However, it would be more certain to wait until the target is closer. Qian Shuixie raised the telescope again, and now he could see more clearly, and even the facial features could be roughly seen clearly. He was suddenly startled - this person was not Zheng Zhilong!
The Intelligence Bureau specially provided multiple high-definition digital photos of Zheng Zhilong. Both front and side. Regardless of the standards of time and space, Zheng Zhilong can be called young and handsome, and he is an out-and-out handsome man. In comparison, the person in front of me is also very young. But the word handsome has nothing to do with it.
"Substitute?!" Qian Shuixie's eyes widened and he continued to search the crowd. It’s hard to avoid being dazzled by seeing too many faces. He quickly put down the telescope: it was obvious that either Zheng Zhilong was in plain clothes and mixed in with this group of people, or he was the golden cicada who escaped from his shell and chose another way to escape.
Qian Shui Association issued another order: "Attention of all groups, targets may sneak across the blockade in small groups! Pay attention and observe! Anyone who attempts to cross the blockade will be shot first and then identified."
He now has no time to inspect the entire blockade in person. Seeing that this group of enemies has reached more than 200 meters away, Qian Shui Xie decided to destroy this group of enemies without further delay. No matter whether Zheng Zhilong is among them or not, he will fight again after destroying them. Rush to other surveillance posts to patrol to see if any fish have slipped through the net.
He took a deep breath, slowly turned the muzzle, and aimed the scope slightly ahead of the team - he had shot the m240 many times at shooting ranges in the United States and was very familiar with its ballistic performance. Although the m240 is in light machine gun status for the convenience of carrying, he believes that it is impossible for him to shoot poorly at this distance.
The dispersible chain of the Nato bullet that Qian Shuixie loaded - a real American-made bullet from another time and space. The bullet belt was mixed with tracer incendiary bombs with the tip of the warhead painted orange at a ratio of three to one. There is nothing better than aiming at a target based on its tracer.
This was the first time that such a luxurious configuration was used to deal with one person. Qian Shuixie sighed as he held the machine gun butt tightly and carefully adjusted the position of the shoulder stock. His right index finger slowly moved from the trigger ring to the trigger. Gradually apply pressure - more of a push than a pull.
The machine gun slammed back and spit out bullets. The tracer incendiary bombs fired at a ratio of three to one draw a red line, making it easy to observe the bullet point. The cartridge belt twisted like a snake, tumbling from the left side of the machine gun to the right.
Qian Shuixie first fired two or three short bursts, and the sixth bullet hit the crowd. A Japanese mercenary fell down screaming and clutching his stomach. Then he immediately fired a long burst, and the bullets poured into the crowd, tearing flesh. The crowd dispersed immediately like an ant pile splashed with boiling water.
As he fired, the other two groups also fired. The Serbian m77b1 automatic rifle equipped with a bipod fired from both sides, reaping the panicked fleeing crowd like a sickle.
"Don't let anyone go." This was a fatal order issued by Qian Shui Association beforehand. The special detective team's bullets were perfect, and even those who fell to the ground and were struggling to crawl after being shot would be shot without hesitation. The high-precision rifle fires until it can no longer move. Blood and smoke were flying.
A true one-sided massacre. When the gunfire stopped, more than thirty people who tried to escape along the road had all been knocked down on the road. The scattered corpses were piled on top of each other, and the blood gurgling under the corpses dyed the entire path red. Broken limbs and remains were strewn all over the ground - the bullets were so powerful that they could tear the flesh and blood limbs from the human body and scatter them all over the ground.
Qian Shuixie sent people down to search for important people with photos, and he personally led the people to other posts. On the way, suddenly there was a crisp gunshot from Post No. 6 - it was a Mosin Nagan rifle. Set a voice! Qian Shuixie was shocked: Could it be that Zheng Zhilong broke through somewhere else?
The firepower at other sentry posts is not weak either: there are not only m77b1 automatic rifles with bipods to hold down the formation, but also precision shooting rifles with scopes. However, there are only three people on the sentry post after all. If there are large groups of enemies charging into the formation, it will be difficult. With a complete blockade, the enemy can be broken into pieces and easily rush through. Therefore, when Qianshui Association assigned them tasks, each group was given a photo of Zheng Zhilong and asked them to first snipe with a high-precision rifle if they found a similar figure appearing, and then provide fire coverage. Guaranteed to kill in one hit.
"An enemy has crossed the blockade!" came the report from Post No. 6 on the walkie-talkie.
"The second group is following me!" Qian Shuixie pulled out his Magnum pistol and raised it in the air. "Zheng Ni is at post No. 6!"
When several team members heard that the main target had appeared, they followed Qian Shuixie along the path they opened between the posts, regardless of the tall grass and dense forests, and soon rushed to post No. 6.
Post No. 6 is located in a commanding position, controlling a looming path in the jungle. Since this path is very difficult to walk - there are even no traces of the road in many places, Qian Shuixie did not intend to waste troops here when he made the plan. However, when the special reconnaissance team secretly reconnoitred the terrain before the war, they discovered that this path, which had been untraveled all year round, had recent signs of artificial repair. Some thorns had been eradicated, and some trees that obstructed the passage had been cut down. Some easily lost places are marked with piles of rocks.
Although the person who repaired the road may not be Zheng Zhilong, the Intelligence Bureau analyzed that ordinary people would not spend effort to maintain a wilderness path that is difficult to walk. For the sake of safety, Qianshui Association still placed a team here to monitor. Unexpectedly, this caution allowed them to catch the big fish.
