Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 430: Battle of Mianshan - Ending
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of gunfire finally died down.

He Songling came back to his senses from his doze and opened his eyes to look around. Almost all the soldiers of the independent regiment had disappeared, leaving only about twenty people, who seemed to be a platoon of the independent regiment. They formed a circle around them with guns, protecting He Songling and the other three.

Looking sideways, the two Tang Sect disciples were also exhausted. Under the protection of the warriors, they relaxed and fell asleep. Wu Gensheng's breathing had changed from steady to light, and it seemed that he was about to wake up.

"How long has the battle been going on?" As soon as He Songling asked, a soldier from the independent regiment immediately looked over, saluted and said, "Report to the commander, it has been almost two hours since the battle started. The Japanese have been almost wiped out by our artillery fire. The regiment commander and Battalion Commander Zhang have already rushed up to clean up the battlefield."

Admiration and gratitude flashed in the young soldier's eyes. He knew that it was almost unbelievable that half a regiment could defeat an entire regiment of the Japanese enemy. This was all thanks to the ability of the man in front of him. In his heart, he admired He Songling no less than his own regiment commander Li Yunlong.

"It's good that we won. You guys stay here and watch the three of them. I'll go take a look ahead." He Songling turned over and stood up. He felt that after a period of rest, his condition had improved a little. His Qi energy had been drawn back to a low level from being dry, and he could finally use some of it.

He flipped his hand, a light flashed, and a light machine gun appeared in his hand. There were ten magazines full of bullets hanging on his body, and he was about to move forward.

"Commander, it's too dangerous for you to go there alone!" A young man who looked like a platoon leader shouted, "We will protect you as you go there!"

"No need." He Songling waved his hand. The war had already been fought, and the Japanese were made of flesh and blood. They didn't have three heads and six arms. Even if they did, they would be reduced to slag after being bombarded for so long.

This battle was fought just like the one in "Sui and Tang Dynasties" where Pei Yuanqing defeated Yuwen Chengdu with a hammer and the three heroes fought back against the second hero. Although they had the advantage of time, place and people, and attacked the enemy by surprise and had the advantage of equipment, Pei Yuanqing won against Yuwen Chengdu in the end, which boosted the momentum of the anti-Sui army.

The same was true of this battle. The objective result was there. No matter how many coincidences, accidents or clever strategies there were, the Japanese ultimately wiped out half of the independent regiment.

In the absence of organized military artillery fire, He Songling did not think he was in any danger, even if some powerful ninja appeared, after all, he had a machine gun in his hand.

The most dangerous thing when cleaning up the battlefield is those enemies who seem to be dead but are actually not dead, and they suddenly shoot or stab you with a knife. But for He Songling, this is the same as nothing.

Not to mention that he has the ability to sense breath through the Qi technique, even if he doesn't have it, based on his reaction ability alone, none of these Japanese soldiers could launch a sneak attack on him.

"Just stay here and take care of the three wounded. I'll go over there myself."

"Captain, please don't make things difficult for me." The platoon leader looked embarrassed. "When the regiment commander left, he gave me a death order to protect your safety. If anything happens to you, our regiment commander will have me shot."

"That's fine." He Songling thought so too. With his current status and importance, let alone the young man in front of him who was a platoon leader, if he was really in danger, the headquarters would have to rescue him even if they ordered the entire independent regiment to be wiped out. He also experienced the inconvenience of having too high a status.

"You lead ten soldiers with me, and the others stay where they are and continue to guard the wounded."

"Yes!"

The platoon leader saluted happily and turned back to pick people. Li Yunlong and his men were eating meat in the front, but he had to guard the wounded in the back. Although he did not complain about being a guard for a "leader" like He Songling, it was still too unsatisfying to let the devils be in the front without being able to kill them.

Now that He Songling is going to take action, I can also go to the battlefield to take a look. Even if it is just the aftermath of the victory, it would be fine if I can kill one or two Japanese soldiers who are not yet dead.

He Songling followed the platoon leader of the independent regiment and walked all the way. The scene on the road was as tragic as you can imagine.

Even though He Songling had been in this world for decades, it was still a scene he had never seen before.

The charred earth, the turbid blood mixed with black and red, the broken limbs, the burning flames, the pungent smell, all illustrate the cruelty of war.

Fortunately, the figures seen on the ground were all Japanese soldiers, not that Mr. Eight.

"Old Li fought well. After all, he is a soldier born to fight. Well done!"

He Songling was very happy to see the scene where there were only Japanese corpses on the ground but no corpses of his own people. For a moment, it seemed that the pungent smell and the hellish scene became wonderful.

"Um...no."

He Songling squinted his eyes and scanned the ground several times to make sure that there was really no trace of Majin Eita. There were quite a few corpses of ninjas, but there was not even any suspected remains of Majin Eita.

"Can this make him run away?"

On second thought, it made sense. He had previously used mortars and machine guns to beat down those ninjas, who could not even raise their heads. Later, after the support of the Japanese soldiers arrived, that group of ninjas became quiet. The regiment commander was so sarcastic, but he didn't even hear Majin Eita swearing. He must have run away before the independent regiment arrived.

"It doesn't matter. Sooner or later, you won't be able to escape."

He Songling licked his lips with his tongue, feeling a little regretful, but it didn't matter, this man would die sooner or later.

The further they went, the more dead bodies of Japanese soldiers and ninjas they found. He Songling used his Qi-seeing technique to find several Japanese soldiers who were still breathing and had been missed by the soldiers of the Independent Regiment who were cleaning up the battlefield. He shot and killed many of them. Even the platoon leader beside him and the soldiers of the Independent Regiment picked up a few heads.

"Commander, you are amazing. You knew these devils were alive without even looking at them." The platoon leader was a little happy, but also a little disappointed. "If we had your ability, many of our comrades might not have died."

"To put it bluntly, it's because we don't have enough firepower. If we had enough, we could just fire a volley of bullets at any human-shaped object we saw, and there wouldn't be any such problem." He Songling knew this, but he couldn't solve it either. He could only say, "Let's wait. Once we drive away the Japanese and our country becomes stronger, we can do it."

"Hahahahaha! God has mercy on me, allowing Li Yunlong to catch a big one!"

The platoon leader wanted to say more, but he could already hear Li Yunlong's wild laughter, which made him hold back the rest of his words.

"Mr. He, you're here!" Li Yunlong pointed his gun at the corpses on the ground and said happily: "Look, how many big fish have been caught in this one!"

(End of this chapter)