The Red Era: Living in Seclusion in a Siheyuan as a Boss

Chapter 763 Annihilation!

Black smoke billowed and flames soared into the sky inside "Awa Mountain Village," with explosions and gunfire echoing throughout.

Enemy soldiers who had ingested large amounts of "Number Four" were like walking corpses, unaware of fear, and fearless in the face of death.

Their distorted faces looked particularly ferocious in the firelight. Some enemy soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, stood up and fired wildly at the attacking troops until they were hit and fell to the ground.

Some enemy soldiers, despite having their arms or legs blown off, seemed oblivious to the pain and fought fiercely against Kang Jiasheng's troops.

This sight completely stunned Zhang Jincheng and the officers of Kang Jiasheng's troops who were observing from behind.

This is not the easy advance and one-sided victory they had expected!

Originally, the troops that had finally arrived from the old city had used mortars to blast open the gate of the stockade.

The adjutant sent by Kang Jiasheng wanted to make a name for himself in front of the allied commando team, so he asked Zhang Jincheng for permission to lead the charge first.

Zhang Jin said that considering Mi Gao's men were now only remnants and their fighting strength was no match for the old city elites sent by Kang Jiasheng, he agreed to the adjutant's request.

But what they didn't expect happened. Taking advantage of the moment when the artillery fire began to extend into the mountain stronghold, the soldiers sent by Kang Jiasheng launched an attack on "Awa Mountain Stronghold".

At first, the soldiers successfully stormed into "Awa Mountain Village," which relieved Zhang Jincheng and others watching from the rear, who thought the overall situation was settled.

Suddenly, the soldiers in the old city, who had been attacking smoothly, began to encounter resistance.

Michael's soldiers bravely defended against the attack of the old city's elite troops, and even pushed the battle line back.

The attacking force was momentarily unable to maintain its footing, infuriating Kang Jiasheng's adjutant who berated the battalion commander: "Look at the soldiers you've led! They're utterly useless! They can't even defeat greenhorns and defeated foes..."

The battalion commander sent by the old city was filled with shame. He took off his hat and threw it on the ground: "Lieutenant Kang, we are not useless. I will lead the team to charge personally..." As he spoke, he picked up an M16 and was about to rush forward.

"Don't be impulsive..." Zhang Jincheng frowned and said, "Something's not right. Could it be that Michael has some hidden elite troops?"

"No way! Our inside sources say that the elite forces of 'Awa Mountain Stronghold' have been completely wiped out!" the adjutant said in disbelief.

"Let's go, we can't just watch from the rear anymore, let's go to the front and take a closer look," Zhang Jincheng said in a deep voice.

Therefore, Zhang Jin said they moved the command post to the front of the mountain stronghold gate, where the line of fire between them and the two sides was less than fifty meters.

Zhang Jincheng put down his binoculars, his brow furrowed: "Something's not right. Look at these enemy soldiers, they're acting like madmen..."

"This...this sounds like someone who's been on 'Number Four'," Kang Jiasheng's adjutant said in a deep voice. "Could that madman Michael be using 'Number Four' to boost the fighting power of these enemy soldiers?"

"He's at his wit's end. Our DX warlords in the 'Kim San region' rarely fight to the death like this. Even if he manages to withstand our attack, his soldiers are useless..." The battalion commander sent by the old city was also seeing such a crazy opponent for the first time.

“That’s not surprising. During World War II, the Japanese invaders did such crazy things in order to win…” Zhang Jincheng said with a sneer.

Lieutenant Kang exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, really? Don't the Japanese believe in some kind of Bushido spirit? How come they're using drugs to incite them...?"

Zhang Jin continued to sneer, "Bushido my foot! That's just a few high-ranking Japanese pirates. Most of the lower-ranking soldiers are afraid of death too, let me tell you..."

It turns out that during the smoke of World War II, the brutality and "fearlessness" of the Japanese invaders shocked the world.

For a long time, people attributed it to the brainwashing of the Bushido spirit. However, when the fog of history was lifted, a chilling truth emerged: the madness of the Japanese pirates was actually the madness induced by drugs.

Zhang Jin said that he had read about the history of the War of Resistance against Japan when he was studying at military academy. He knew that as early as 37, a brown pill called "Marching Pill" appeared in the bags of some Japanese pirates that our army had killed.

Who would have thought that the core ingredient of this seemingly ordinary pill was methamphetamine—the "BD" that would strike fear into the hearts of later generations.

According to captured Japanese pirate notes, after taking this medicine, soldiers could march continuously for four days and four nights without fatigue, and could even immediately engage in battle.

After taking a pill, fatigue and fear dissipated, and the soldiers were like wound-up machines, able to fight for dozens of hours without eating or sleeping.

Under the stimulation of drugs, they became frenzied fighting tools. The excessive secretion of dopamine put them into an irrational state similar to sexual arousal, and their threshold for violent impulses dropped by 70%. Their humanity was distorted into bestiality by the drugs.

Throughout the war, the "powerful fighting force" displayed by the Japanese pirates was heavily influenced by "BD".

During the Battle of Song, facing repeated attacks from the 70-strong Guo army, the 20 Japanese pirates responded with ease.

Besides their superior firepower, Japanese soldiers carried 125 rounds of ammunition each (compared to only a few to 30 rounds for the Nationalist army). This nearly 20 kilograms of ammunition and equipment allowed the Japanese soldiers, who carried an average weight of 30 kilograms, to withstand the Nationalist army's fierce attacks for three months. The speculation that they were "supported by drugs" is unavoidable.

During the "Taiwan" campaign, soldiers of the Japanese 5th Division launched a "Banzai Charge" under the influence of methamphetamine. They repeatedly attacked the position despite machine gun fire, their skin flushed, shouting wildly. Even after being hit by bullets, they crawled forward. In hand-to-hand combat, they were so fierce that they were almost insane. This state was the irrational rampage under the stimulation of "Dp".

By 41, the Japanese Army Ministry had listed "BD" as a military supply, named it "Assault Pill," and mandated its use on the front lines. They used "DP" to suppress the soldiers' fear, numbness, and pain, all in order to create more "war machines."

Compared to the army, the Japanese navy and air force relied even more on "DP".

With the demands of long-haul flights and night operations, "DP" has become an "essential item," and is even touted as having the effect of "enhancing night vision."

The pilots who attacked Pearl Harbor took large amounts of "Dragon Strike Tablets" before the war to numb their fear of death.

The infamous Kamikaze pilots were "loyal users" of methamphetamine.

These pilots, who hadn't even graduated from aviation school, were brainwashed by "DP," their minds filled only with "loyalty to the locusts." They piloted planes or miniature submarines with only enough fuel for one-way trips, rushing towards M warships in an attempt to "trade one for one," becoming victims of D addiction under the influence of JGZY.

The consequences of the Japanese pirates' actions were endless.

Even after the war ended, the shadow of "DP" did not dissipate.

At that time, a large number of demobilized Japanese soldiers became addicted. After their defeat, the Japanese were shrouded in pessimism and frustration. In order to "boost morale and promote construction," amphetamine-type stimulants were rampant in society under the name of "awakening agents" and became a "secret weapon for economic revival." Factory night shift workers relied on drugs to maintain production capacity.

However, the "DP" has brought about a surge in mental illness and criminal cases.

It wasn't until 1951, when the Japanese government enacted the "Law on the Suppression of Awakening Agents," that the drug crisis was barely contained...

Zhang Jin slowly told Adjutant Kang and the old city army battalion commander that the Japanese pirates were the first to use "DP" to boost the morale of their soldiers.

“I understand. Michael joined the guerrillas with his father when he was very young.”

His father, Mi Xiong, was no pushover either. When he was young, he had served in the Japanese pirates' security force.

The Japanese pirates treated these Southeast Asian native soldiers like dirt, frequently beating and verbally abusing them...

Later, after the Japanese pirates were defeated, Mi Xiong led a group of security soldiers to occupy a mountain stronghold, which was the 'Awa Mountain Stronghold' in front of us..." Deputy Kang recounted the history of the Mi family's rise to power.

After hearing what Deputy Officer Kang said, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Jin's eyes: "No wonder that bastard Michael would use such despicable methods; it turns out he comes from a family with a long tradition of such tactics."

However, he was being incredibly naive to think he could turn the tide of the war through such underhanded methods.

He turned to his adjutant, Kang, and said, "Pass down the order for the frontline troops to temporarily retreat 50 meters and switch to using flamethrowers and mortars for saturation fire. Since they want to be crazy, let them go crazy in the sea of ​​fire!"

“Okay! I’ll get right away…” Before Lieutenant Kang could finish speaking…

Just then, a wild beast-like howl suddenly erupted from inside the village.

The enemy soldiers, who had taken large amounts of "Number Four," completely lost their minds and surged towards the old city troops who had stormed the mountain stronghold like a tidal wave. Their bloodshot eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness, completely disregarding the flying shrapnel and bullets.

In no time, the old city troops that had stormed into the mountain stronghold were forced to retreat step by step by the enemy's reckless fighting style, and soon they were back in front of Zhang Jincheng and his men.

"Open fire with heavy machine guns!" It looked bad; the old city's troops might collapse. That's the problem with warlord forces—they can't fight tough battles.

Seeing that the distraught Deputy Officer Kang and the battalion commander were at a loss, Zhang Jincheng decisively took over command and gave the order.

Two M2 heavy machine guns spat fire, instantly turning the enemy soldiers at the forefront into sieves.

Strangely, even though they were hit by several bullets, they still staggered forward a few steps before collapsing.

Even more terrifying, the enemy soldiers behind them continued their charge, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, seemingly oblivious to fear and pain.

"Prepare incendiary bombs!" Lieutenant Kang shouted.

As several incendiary bombs exploded among the enemy ranks, raging flames instantly engulfed dozens of enemy soldiers who were charging frantically.

The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh, but a few soldiers, their bodies ablaze, still screamed as they charged out of the inferno, only to be shot down.

At this point, the troops in the old city regained their footing. Being veterans, they launched another attack under the command of officers at all levels.

On the watchtower at the center of "Ava Mountain Village," Michael watched this scene and laughed maniacally: "See that? This is my immortal army! Hahaha..." He raised his ivory pistol and fired three shots into the sky, "Kill them! Kill them all! Hahaha..."

Atai hid in the shadows, watching the fierce battle in front of the stronghold, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He stealthily reached for the pistol at his waist, his gaze shifting between Michael and the battlefield below the mountain.

Suddenly, he noticed a small group of people on the east side of the village quietly moving behind the mountain under the cover of darkness.

“That’s…” Atai squinted and recognized the leader by the firelight as Meng Tuo, a trusted confidant of Michael, followed by several of his trusted men carrying heavy bundles.

A terrifying thought flashed through Atai's mind: Michael had already prepared an escape route! Those so-called "undying legions" were nothing more than pawns he used to buy time!
A fire of rage ignited in Atai's eyes. He gripped his pistol and crept stealthily toward the watchtower.

Just then, a mortar shell exploded near the watchtower, causing the entire tower to shake violently.

Michael stumbled and nearly fell off the tower.

"Now!" Atai gritted his teeth and rushed up the tower under the cover of the explosion.

When he raised his gun to point it at Michael's back, he found that the devil was firing wildly at the front with an assault rifle, completely unaware of the danger behind him.

The muzzle trembled slightly in the moonlight. Atai's index finger was on the trigger, but he hesitated to apply force.

Twenty years of loyalty clashed fiercely with the betrayal he felt at this moment, and sweat trickled down his temples.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out, and Michael turned around abruptly, only to see smoke rising from the muzzle of Atai's gun, while one of his trusted men was tumbling down the stairs.

A flicker of surprise crossed Michael's eyes, which quickly turned into a ferocious glint. "So it was you, you traitor!"

Atai gave a bitter smile: "Boss Mi, it's time to end this. Look ahead, your 'Undying Legion' is finished!"

Michael turned his head and saw that the gate of the stronghold was piled with corpses. The few remaining men were struggling in the flames, and the remaining soldiers, whose drug effects had worn off and who had regained their senses, were fleeing to the rear of the stronghold.

In the distance, the troops in the old city had broken through the defenses and were advancing step by step into the village.

"No!" Michael roared in despair, suddenly pulling a remote control from his pocket. "If you want to destroy me, then we'll die together!"

Atai's pupils contracted sharply; he knew that was the detonation device for the mountain stronghold's underground armory!

It turns out that Michael had planted explosives all over the mountain stronghold, preparing to perish together with the invaders if things became unavoidable one day!
"Stop!" Atai lunged forward, and the two wrestled together on the narrow watchtower.

During the struggle, the remote control fell from the top of the tower, its casing breaking in two on the rocks, rendering it unusable.

"Ah..." Michael let out a beast-like howl and shoved Atai against the railing.

Artest was half-hanging outside the tower, his hands gripping Migo's collar tightly.

The two were locked in a life-or-death struggle, while the sounds of battle shouts grew ever closer from below the tower.

"Go to hell! You traitor! Why did you betray me? Why?" Michael frantically pounded on Atai's hands.

"Why? You still ask me why? Hahaha... I want revenge for my sister! You, you beast, ruined her! You..." Blood trickled from Atai's lips, yet he revealed a relieved smile: "Let's go to hell together."

"Hahaha... So you only cared about a lowly woman. The whole mountain stronghold is mine, including yours and your sister..." Michael shouted wildly.

"Ah! Demon, die!" In the final moment, Atai used all his strength to pull Michael down with him to the rocky ground more than ten meters below.

"what……"

The two figures traced a poignant arc in the moonlight before crashing heavily onto a protruding rock.

With a loud "bang!"

Michael's head smashed against the rocks, blood and brains splattering onto the surrounding weeds, and the demon was sent to hell.

Atai's body was contorted into a bizarre posture, but a relieved smile played on his lips.

Gunfire within "Awa Mountain Village" gradually subsided, as Kang's army in the old city had taken control of most of the area.

Zhang Jin, accompanied by his adjutant Kang and a squad of soldiers, arrived at the watchtower. Upon seeing the two mangled corpses, he frowned deeply.

"Sir, we've caught a few escapees in the back mountains." An old city soldier led Meng Tuo and several of his trusted men in. "They were carrying a large amount of gold bars and DP."

Meng Tuo knelt on the ground, trembling: "Sir, it's not our fault! It was all Michael who forced us to do this..."

Zhang Jincheng sneered, "Take him away and interrogate him thoroughly." He looked up at the burning mountain stronghold, the firelight reflecting off his face. "Send word to thoroughly search the stronghold and find and destroy all those harmful drugs!"

Lieutenant Kang asked in a low voice, "What should we do with those captured enemy soldiers?"

Zhang Jin pondered for a moment: "Let's lock them up first and wait until the effects of the drugs wear off."

These people are also victims, but those involved in FD and sabotaging the 'alternative planting program' must not be let off the hook!

In the distance, a red sun is rising from the east, dispelling the gloom of the night.

The destruction of Migo in "Awa Mountain Village" marks a new stage in the "alternative planting program" on this land.

Next, Zhang Jin said he would lead the Sharp Sword Commando Team to tackle the two tough nuts to crack: "Langzhai" and the "SK" Group behind it.

(End of this chapter)