Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 619: Down with the devil’s earth-potism!
"Someone!"

The reaction from both sides was swift.

Someone from Yamamoto's special forces team, who was hanging on the rope, tried to pull out his comrade. But who was He Songling? That seemingly light pull could actually push a car backwards a long way.

Although these devils were well-trained and had strong hand-to-hand combat skills and strength, they were still ordinary people after all. Especially when hanging on ropes on a cliff, it was difficult for them to exert their strength. How could they withstand this blow?
The man who was rescuing people not only failed to save his teammates, but he himself was rolled down the cliff by the irresistible force and turned into a pile of meat paste.

The Eighth Route Army heard the devil's screams and knew something was wrong. The people standing in the back row quickly turned their guns to the back. But they saw "Political Commissar Zhao" waving his hands at them: "Just keep an eye on the front. There won't be many people coming up from behind the cliff. I've laid a minefield. If three or five people come up, they will die. Don't let them rush in from the front."

"Yes!"

Although the soldiers felt a little strange, they had to obey the political commissar's orders and turned their guns forward again.

It was very quiet at night and no one fired a shot. The sound traveled far away. When Yamamoto heard what He Songling said, he was sure that this man had no knowledge of special operations, so he quietly made a tactical gesture and everyone continued to climb.

This time they did not climb randomly, but stopped at about five meters away from the top of the cliff, waited for the people behind them, and after getting ready, they exerted force with their hands and feet, and in two or three steps, they all jumped to the top of the cliff at the same time.

"Da da da da..."

The German-made MP38 submachine gun made a crisp sound of firing, followed by a series of "boom boom boom" explosions, and the grenades thrown by the special forces team in advance also began to explode.

"The Japanese are so fucking cruel."

He Songling flashed and hid behind a low wall, cursing at the explosion in front of him.

To be honest, he was a natural nemesis of special forces. He could withstand or even dodge submachine gun bullets for a short period of time, and grenades thrown by humans were lighter than a feather to him. He could roll them back with a wave of his hand with invisible Qi.

But now he was using Zhao Gang's face. In order to make the Japanese believe that he had really captured the political commissar of the independent regiment, he could not use those overly obvious extraordinary abilities.

"Fire!"

There was no other way. The Japanese had already climbed up the rocks and opened fire. Stopping the soldiers from going to the back would not only insult their intelligence, but also be tantamount to asking them to die. But it didn't matter. He Songling took the initiative first and asked the soldiers to fire on the spot, so that they would not rush forward immediately.

"Bang bang bang!"

Sure enough, the sound of rifle firing came from behind, and the Japanese coming up from the front quickly began to look for cover to fight back.

The advantages of automatic weapons and multiple grenades were clearly demonstrated. Even though Yamamoto's special forces had been exposed, they were still able to suppress the company left by the independent regiment in a frontal firefight. The soldiers of the independent regiment felt that they were not exchanging fire with a small force at all. They had the firepower of at least two squadrons of the Japanese.

"Political Commissar, the enemy's firepower is too strong. You should retreat quickly. We will fight them relying on the terrain!" the company commander shouted hurriedly.

"You retreat first, and I will cover your rear!" He Songling, holding a Type 38 rifle, shot at the heads of every member of Yamamoto's special forces who dared to rush forward, blocking their steps for a while.

"If it weren't for the Administrative Commission, how could we abandon you!"

"What do you mean by abandoning me? I am the rear guard, not the charge." He Songling said dissatisfiedly, "Let the soldiers rush forward and die, and I, as the leader, hide in the back and give orders. Is this still our Eighth Route Army? Then wouldn't I be like Baldy?"

"Political Commissar!" The company commander was almost crying. If he really let Zhao Gang be beaten to death by the Japanese here, he would definitely be shot by Li Yunlong.

"You retreat, quickly! Provide me with firepower cover, this is an order!" He Songling did not want the soldiers of the independent regiment to make unnecessary sacrifices. There would definitely be casualties in the war, but in a few days we would have to fight Ping'an County, and the casualties there would be huge, so there was no need to let people die here.

"Cover the political commissar and retreat!" The company commander was just an ordinary soldier. He was not Wei Dayong, nor Zhang Dabiao, nor Li Yunlong. He had neither the courage nor the ability to disobey orders. Hearing what "Zhao Gang" said, he could only retreat with tears in his eyes.

However, the independent regiment had only one company, with only one light machine gun and the rest were bolt-action rifles. How could its firepower compare to that of Yamamoto's special forces?

The sparse firepower basically did not cause effective damage. Yamamoto and his special forces were about to approach them in a serpentine manner. No matter how accurate He Songling's shooting was, a bolt-action rifle could not stop such a group of people from charging up.

"It's almost time." He Songling glanced at the number of people charging and saw that most of Yamamoto's special forces had already climbed over the cliff. If they didn't take action, they would really rush over.

"Comrades, follow me... No."

He Songling did not retreat but advanced two steps forward. Suddenly he felt that the words he shouted were wrong, so he hurriedly said, "Comrades, protect the people and evacuate. Don't worry about me!"

His steps were incredibly fast, and although there was no obvious leap, he had reached the edge of the cliff in just a few steps, and was almost face to face with the men from Yamamoto's special forces. The soldiers from the independent regiment behind him couldn't even rush out to stop him in time.

He Songling stood in front of the Japanese and even had the leisure to learn a model opera and make an appearance, "Hey, down with local potism!"

"boom!"

The mines he had buried beforehand were simultaneously detonated by the Qi he had released. The powerful explosion directly collapsed the earth cliff that had been sticking out.

With the sound of "boom and crackle", He Songling and almost all of Yamamoto's special forces fell to the bottom of the cliff.

"political commissar!!"

The soldiers of the independent regiment went crazy and rushed forward, but it was too late. He Songling had already fallen down with the people from Yamamoto's special forces.

"Little devil, fuck your grandma!"

After being lucky enough not to be in the explosion area, the three special agents who did not fall were shot to pieces by the soldiers of a company. The company commander lay on the edge of the cliff and looked down, but it was pitch black below the cliff, how could he see anything?
"Political Commissar..."

Several soldiers burst into tears.

"Stop crying, damn it. Follow the political commissar's orders and go meet up with the regiment commander first to ensure the villagers' retreat. Then let the regiment commander gather the entire regiment to avenge the political commissar! Besides, the slopes below are all gentle, so the political commissar may not die." At critical moments, it is more decisive to be a company commander.

The soldiers of the independent regiment lacked tools and could not go down directly. The top priority, of course, was to protect the villagers of Zhaojiay and find Li Yunlong at the same time.

"Hey, you kid?"

At the same time, He Songling, who was falling, saw a familiar face, the traitor Zhu Ziming. He was so frightened that he didn't even bother to see who was around him. Suddenly, he felt a huge force and flew up.

(End of this chapter)