Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 238 The Fight Next Door is Getting Heated - Let's Go Take a Look
Colin's body lay face up, his head... well, his head was so badly blasted that nothing could be seen.

He Yuzhu squatted down and quickly searched his body.

First was the oilcloth waterproof bag that was taken from Colin's breast pocket.

Besides his personal belongings and weapons, there was also a waterproof tarpaulin bag, which He Yuzhu put into his spatial storage without opening it outside.

Tearing open the seal of the waterproof tarpaulin bag in the space revealed several tightly folded, yellowed, and brittle sheets of paper with meticulous hand-drawn maps and dense English annotations.

One of the maps prominently features a complex and rugged valley region in the middle reaches of the Nu River (Salween River) with a glaring red circle, and several inconspicuous punctuation marks are hastily marked with "Possible Site 1/2/3...".

Another map points to a remote, mountainous region deep within Shan State, Myanmar.

"Heh, you've certainly done your homework!" He Yuzhu sneered.

Then he collected everything useful from the temporary assembly point, including everyone's guns and ammunition.

After packing his things, He Yuzhu didn't linger and quickly chased after Shanmao and Ahao in the direction they had fled. He was still a little worried about letting the two boys go back like that.

In a relatively dry and secluded cave, He Yuzhu found the lynx (Wang Hu) and Ahao, who were leaning on each other and keeping watch.

Seeing He Yuzhu appear unharmed, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, you're back? The people from the Fifth Division?"

"All dead."

"Oh!" The two of them were already numb; their boss's fighting power had repeatedly refreshed their understanding of the world.

"How is Ahao's injury?"

"Boss, I'm fine. The bullet's out. You bandaged me well, the bleeding's stopped, but it still hurts a bit." Ah Hao struggled to stand up.

He Yuzhu checked Ahao's wound, applied some more medicine, and gave him some anti-inflammatory medicine.

Then take out the chocolate and clean drinking water and hand them to them.

"Have some energy, Hao. Can you still walk?"

"Yes! Boss, absolutely!" Ah Hao replied immediately.

“Alright, I’ll send you out of the mountains. Ah Hu, find a place for Ah Hao to recover. Once his condition stabilizes, you two leave Myanmar immediately. After you’re out, contact Lao Bai, and he’ll arrange for you to leave Southeast Asia. Remember, you’ve never been here before.”

"Boss, what about you?" Lynx asked eagerly.

"I have other things to take care of."

"How about I make arrangements for Ah Hao and come back to help you?"

"No need. Take good care of Ahao. By the way, tell Lao Bai that the compensation for his deceased brother will be the highest possible."

"Yes." The two of them were dejected again.

"Let's rest first, and then we'll go."

"Boss, we've had a good rest."

"Then let's go." He Yuzhu got up, went to Ahao's side, and carried him on his back.

"Boss, I can walk by myself."

Are you sure you can walk out by yourself with these injuries?

"Boss, I'll carry it."

"Alright, let's hurry up and go, we can still walk a bit further before it gets dark."

"Yes." Lynx and Ahao exchanged a glance.

It took He Yuzhu three days to escort the two out of the forest.

"You go."

"Boss! Take care!" The two men's eyes were full of worry.

"Remember my words, leave as soon as possible, don't wait for me here, I may not come out of here."

"Yes." The two nodded heavily.

The two gave He Yuzhu one last deep look, then turned and limped away down the path.

After confirming that the two had gone far away, He Yuzhu unfolded the map, compared it with the markings on the document, and once again disappeared into the treacherous rainforest.

The lines on the map became a relentless test in reality.

He Yuzhu's journey was far from smooth sailing; every step felt like a struggle against this primitive land.

As he trudged along, he quickly sketched and annotated in his notebook, recording the dangers of this deadly jungle: the invisible killers—miasma, swamp traps, omnipresent poisonous insects, disorientation, and loneliness.

Over a month, with amazing perseverance, his slowly accumulated wilderness survival experience, and the vaguely marked map, He Yuzhu found the "Possible Sites" marked on the Colin document one by one.

The main concern is that there are enough supplies and medicines in the space.

After exploring several key target points, the harvest far exceeded expectations: a batch of old-fashioned weapons, more than ten tons of gold, and several sets of map intelligence that the expeditionary force and the young soldiers had risked their lives to obtain.

Exhausted, He Yuzhu did not choose to return the way he came. Instead, based on the newly acquired map and his own judgment, he planned the fastest route out of the rainforest.

A relatively quick route, but it also requires traversing more complex terrain.

As they passed an old temple on the edge of the rainforest that was still quite popular, a thought flashed through He Yuzhu's mind.

"What are you monks pretending to be, landlords and rich men? I'd rather help you spend your money."

As a result, the temple was in trouble. He Yuzhu collected gold Buddha statues, jewelry, jade, raw stones, pounds sterling, and US dollars along the way, which was far more than the harvest from those warehouses.

"Is this some kind of poor place? Or has it been looted by two countries in turn?" He Yuzhu couldn't help but complain as he looked at the dozens of tons of gold and a lot of other things in the space.

Upon reaching the border, He Yuzhu, who had originally planned to return home, suddenly changed his mind. He sent a telegram to Bai Yifeng, instructing him to tell his family that matters here were not yet resolved and would require some more time.

Bai Yifeng called back to ask if he needed any help, but He Yuzhu refused, as he was going to a dangerous place.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't go to any triangle, but instead went to the Monkey Kingdom, where a fierce battle was taking place, and he was going to check it out.

The humid air of the Mekong Delta is filled with a mixture of gunpowder smoke and the smell of decaying vegetation.

After leaving the Burmese rainforest, He Yuzhu traveled south, traversing the towering mountains of Laos, and eventually infiltrated the fiercely fought war.

He Yuzhu was now wearing a camouflage uniform he had taken from a defeated South Vietnamese soldier. The camouflage paint had drawn lines of varying shades on his face. He carried an M16 on his back, a captured M1911 on his waist, and the soles of his boots were covered in dark red mud—the most common color on this land.

Initially, he did indeed intend to observe and see what this army, which had incurred blood debts on the peninsula twenty years ago, looked like in the foreign jungle, and also to take some advanced equipment back to study.

But when American helicopters roared overhead and the South Korean soldiers' shouts in Korean reached his ears, the blood and fire frozen deep in his memory were reignited.

The first to run into the line of fire was a South Korean patrol encountered in a rubber plantation in Ben Tre province.

As dawn broke through the layers of leaves, dappled light and shadow fell on the ground.

He Yuzhu, who had been traveling for several days, was taking a short rest under an old rubber tree when he suddenly heard the crisp sound of leather boots snapping dry branches in the distance, mixed with Korean instructions.

He instantly ducked into the depths of the rubber plantation. Peeking through the gaps in the leaves, he saw more than twenty South Korean soldiers searching in a fan shape. The conspicuous "tiger head" badge and the words "Capital Division" on the armband made his eyes turn red instantly.

"Did you think I wouldn't recognize you just because you changed your identity?" He Yuzhu muttered through gritted teeth.

Those comrades, both familiar and unfamiliar, who fell on the defensive positions, seemed to still be roaring "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As the patrol drew closer, a thug with a fierce face pried open a wooden crate left behind by a rubber farmer with a bayonet, cursing under his breath.

He Yuzhu slowly drew the military dagger from his waist, the blade flashing a cold light in the morning light.

Two lone soldiers walked to within ten meters of him and were discussing tonight's canned food supplies.

He Yuzhu darted out from behind the rubber tree like a cheetah, covering the mouth of the soldier in front of him with his left hand, and precisely stabbing the soldier's neck with a dagger in his right hand, the movement so light that only a muffled thud was heard.

Just as another soldier was about to turn around, his throat was slashed open by a cold blade, and blood splattered onto the dark green rubber leaves, blooming into eerie flowers.

"Who's over there?" The South Korean squad leader, who was some distance away, noticed the commotion and cautiously approached, holding up his M16.

He Yuzhu dragged the two corpses into the depths of the rubber forest, wiped the dagger clean on the corpses' clothes, grabbed the M16 on the ground, and switched it to single-fire mode.

He had figured out the habits of these South Korean soldiers—they would always gather together to investigate any unusual activity.

Sure enough, five or six soldiers with guns gathered in this direction.

"What are you all doing? Scatter! Scatter! The enemy is all around us!"

Before the South Korean squad leader could finish speaking, He Yuzhu pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The squad leader's head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he fell to the ground with a shocked expression.

The remaining men hurriedly returned fire, their bullets riddling the rubber trees with holes.

He Yuzhu moved swiftly among the rubber trees, gunshots ringing out and men falling, the bullets always piercing their foreheads or throats with pinpoint accuracy. The last soldier was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, wildly firing his gun while crying out in his mother tongue.

He Yuzhu wouldn't hold back. "Bang!" he shouted, "Let's collect some interest first!"

The soldier stared in horror, then collapsed to the ground in despair.

He Yuzhu walked up to the squad leader, squatted down, tore off his arm patch, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his camouflage uniform.

Then his figure disappeared into the dense rubber forest again, leaving only the bloodstains dripping from the rubber tree leaves and the scattered bullet casings to tell the story of the brief killing.

He Yuzhu's movements were like those of a ghost, darting through the dense forests and waterways of the Mekong Delta.

He was no longer a mere bystander, but had transformed into a poisoned dagger, reaping the enemies who awakened his long-dormant memories.

The 'Capital Division' was forced to retreat five kilometers of its defensive line by an unknown enemy and was subjected to a barrage of insults from their 'fathers', but they stubbornly refused to advance despite the abuse.

The enemy had cowered like a tortoise, and He Yuzhu didn't have any better options. He could only look for new targets. During the interrogation, he learned that two other 'old friends' had also come to this capital city.

A few days later, He Yuzhu found even bigger prey on the edge of the jungle north of Saigon—a mechanized patrol belonging to the 1st Marine Division of the Bald Eagle Army.

A dozen M113 armored personnel carriers and a row of trucks roared over the muddy road, heavy M2 Browning machine guns mounted on their roofs, and the trucks were full of fully armed Marines.

The striking "blue background with yellow anchor" logo on the armband instantly pulled He Yuzhu's memory back to that snowy, steel-burning Shuimen Bridge.

"The 1st Marine Division... Ha, what a small world." He Yuzhu lay prone in the damp grass, his eyes colder than the barrel of the Mosin-Nagant rifle in his hand.

He did not choose to confront this torrent of steel head-on.

Patience is the first lesson for jungle hunters.

He was like a silent viper, stalking the patrol, waiting for his chance.

As dusk fell, the convoy stopped for a rest in a relatively open clearing in the woods. The soldiers got out of the vehicles to stretch, smoke, and check their equipment, and the engines of the armored vehicles were temporarily turned off.

He Yuzhu's gaze locked onto the command vehicle in the center of the convoy. The roof was covered with antennas, and several men who looked like officers were discussing a map.

He estimated the distance and wind speed, and gently adjusted the sight scale.

"boom!"

The muffled gunfire of 56 minutes shattered the tranquility of dusk!
Beside the command vehicle, a major holding a map and pointing at something suddenly jerked his head back, half of his skull was blown off, and red and white substances splattered all over the face of the officer next to him!
"Sniper! Take cover!" The piercing alarm and shouts instantly rang out!

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..." The M2 machine gun on the top of the armored vehicle immediately began to fire wildly in the general direction of the gunfire, and the thick bullets sent the trees flying with wood chips!
The soldiers frantically searched for cover and fired wildly in all directions.

The moment He Yuzhu fired the shot, he rolled away from his original position and quickly moved under the cover of dense vegetation.

In the chaos, he quietly approached an M113 that was out of position and whose turret was pointing in the wrong direction.

While the tank commander leaned out to observe the enemy situation, He Yuzhu leaped up from behind the vehicle and precisely slit the commander's throat with a single stroke. The body slumped back into the vehicle.

Before the passengers could react, he had already lunged into the cramped carriage. After a few short, muffled groans and the splattering sound of a knife entering flesh, the carriage fell into a deathly silence.

He Yuzhu quickly started the armored vehicle, the engine roared, and then the M113 smashed through the bushes blocking the way and rushed toward the chaotic core area of ​​the patrol team!

He used something to press down the accelerator, got to the roof of the vehicle, lowered the muzzle of the roof-mounted machine gun, and opened fire fiercely on the Marines exposed outside the cover!
"Boom boom boom boom boom!" The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and the American soldiers who were caught off guard fell down like wheat being harvested!

"FK! That armored vehicle has been stolen! Take it down!" someone roared.

A hail of bullets rained down on the armored vehicle. He Yuzhu ducked back inside and drove it like a bull, rampaging through the camp before abandoning it before the American rocket launchers hit.

Then his figure disappeared into the darkening forest.

"A company spreads out and searches by rank."

"Yes, sir."

Flares kept going up, but unfortunately they were really ineffective in the forest.

Twenty minutes later, the search team returned.

"Sir, we couldn't find it," the company commander of Company A reported.

Looking at the smoke billowing over the camp and the mess left by the armored vehicles, especially the row of corpses covered with white sheets, the lieutenant colonel roared, "You call yourselves the most elite Marines? I think you're just a bunch of pigs. How many people were there just now? One person, just one person. You've completely disgraced our 1st Marine Division. Have you finished counting the casualties?"

"Reporting to the colonel, headcount complete. Seventeen dead, nine seriously wounded! Major Davis killed in action, vehicle number three was hijacked and wrecked, machine gun ammunition more than half used up, and... and two mortar barrels bent under the weight!" a captain stepped forward and reported.

The lieutenant colonel growled with a dark face, "A bunch of useless trash!"

The soldiers lowered their heads and dared not utter a sound.

"Lieutenant Colonel, we must catch him!" the captain of Company A gritted his teeth. "He can't have gone far! I request another search, expand the search area, we must find him even if we have to dig three feet into the ground!"

The lieutenant colonel looked at his subordinates and suppressed his anger.

He said in a deep voice, "Order! Companies A and B will split into four teams and search from four directions. Keep radios running and report your position every ten minutes! Company C will stay at the camp, reinforce the fortifications, and set up mortars on the high slope on the east side, ready to provide fire support at any time! We must drag that bastard's body back before dawn!"

"Yes, sir!" The captains of companies A and B saluted.

Soon, more than 300 fully armed American soldiers split into four teams and disappeared into the dark jungle.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu was lying on a vine-covered cliff on the west side, observing the camp with a low-light night vision device he had borrowed from Bei Houzi.

Then he put away the night vision goggles and fiddled with the mortars that had just been set up, making brief adjustments.

"Swish, swish, swish," "boom, boom, boom, boom,"

The shells seemed to have eyes, striking the most vital areas of the camp:
Boom! The mortar position, which had just been set up on the high slope to the east, was the first to be hit.

A cannon, along with the ammunition box next to it, was blown into the air. The exploding ammunition turned into a huge fireball, instantly engulfing the surrounding artillery crew.

Several other cannons were overturned by the shockwave, and some cannon barrels were twisted and deformed.

Boom! Boom! Two shells landed almost simultaneously near the densest defensive positions of Company C.

The sandbag and log bunkers shattered like paper under the immense force of the explosion. Shrapnel and shockwaves swept through, drowning out screams, and limbs and debris flew everywhere mixed with dirt.

Boom! The last shell landed with extreme precision at the edge of the area where the armored vehicles and trucks were parked.

A truck loaded with ammunition was detonated, and the chain reaction of violent explosions tore two nearby M113s into twisted scrap metal. The towering flames illuminated the entire camp and set the surrounding trees ablaze.

"Fire! Take cover! Take cover!"

The lieutenant colonel, who was shouting desperately, was violently thrown to the ground by the blast wave, his ears ringing and his face covered in dirt.

He struggled to lift his head, and what came into view was a hellish scene: flames soaring into the sky, thick smoke billowing, and broken equipment parts and human remains scattered all over the ground.

"Where? Where did the shells come from?!" the lieutenant colonel roared.

"West! The cliff to the west!" shouted an officer who had miraculously survived, pointing towards the dark cliff face illuminated by the firelight.

"Counterattack! Mortars! Use the rest of your artillery to return fire!" Before the words were even finished, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!" "Boom boom boom boom boom!"

A second volley of shells rained down!
This time, the target was clearer and more deadly.

A single shot struck precisely beside the last remaining mortar, which had just been propped up and was attempting to turn its muzzle, and the gunner and ammunition handler vanished instantly.

The other two shots went straight for the radio communication vehicle and the temporary command tent, the blinding sparks and towering flames signaling the complete paralysis of the command system.

The last two shots landed on the panicked group of soldiers who were trying to organize a counterattack.

"Retreat! Leave the open ground! Retreat into the woods! Quickly!" The lieutenant colonel issued the order he least wanted to give.

Just as the American camp was engulfed in flames and chaos, with the remaining soldiers fleeing in panic, on the western cliff...

He Yuzhu expressionlessly packed up the last mortar and quickly disappeared into the night.

He didn't go far, but chose a perfect spot overlooking the chaotic camp below: a natural platform formed by a century-old tree supported by huge buttress roots and entwined with vines.

Below, the remnants of the 1st Marine Division, like ants whose nest had been disturbed, fled in panic, shouting and trying to put out fires amidst the towering flames and thick smoke.

The lieutenant colonel's roar was drowned out by the explosions and screams.

He Yuzhu set up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, held his breath, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

In the camp, the lieutenant colonel's body was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and he fell backward violently, with a clear blood hole in the center of his forehead.

"Sniper!" A terrified shout rang out instantly. The remaining American soldiers, like startled birds, rushed to the nearest cover and fired wildly in the direction where He Yuzhu might be.

The bullets whizzed past the treetops, breaking branches and leaves, but were still far from the platform where he was hiding.

He Yuzhu's Type 56 semi-automatic rifle sights locked onto a machine gunner who was blindly firing an M2 machine gun at the cliff.

"boom!"

The machine gunner's head slammed into the shield, his body went limp, and the roar of the machine gun came to an abrupt halt.

(End of this chapter)