Bright Sword: I checked in amidst the aftermath of the battle

Chapter 51 Eighth Master, please accept this.

Intermediate level detection: Aftershocks of combat detected within 2000 meters.

Three platoons of soldiers unleashed a furious barrage of fire on the enemy, killing 5 and earning +50 points.

A platoon of soldiers unleashed a barrage of fire on the enemy, killing four and earning +40 points.

Second platoon soldier kills Japanese squad leader, points +100, merit +10.

Congratulations on completing the mission! Reward: 5000 points, +50 merit points.

Wang Yousheng was very satisfied with the reward. He had completed three tasks in the past two days and accumulated more than 20,000 points, which was a good income.

In high spirits, Wang Yousheng pulled out his Type 38 rifle, loaded it, pulled the bolt, aimed at the target, and then pulled the trigger.

boom!

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet spun rapidly, instantly piercing the body of a Japanese soldier at the foot of the mountain.

Although the shot hit, it did not cause fatal damage to the Japanese soldier.

He aimed again and fired another shot, finally killing the Japanese soldier.

[Kill one Japanese soldier, score +10, quick-draw proficiency +1]

[Quick Shot Proficiency: 30 points]

"30 o'clock?"

Wang Yousheng was not satisfied with this number. Ultimately, his shooting skills were not good enough. Although he was doing well because of his cheat ability, his shooting skills were too poor.

He certainly couldn't compare to the veterans. Although the Eighth Route Army was short of ammunition, the surviving veterans had probably been through thick and thin and their marksmanship was already guaranteed. They might not be able to kill the Japanese with a single bullet, but they were close.

Shooting skills can only be developed through practice with bullets.

Now that so many supplies have been seized, Wang Yousheng will not miss such a good training opportunity.

However, he had only practiced a few shots when the battle was nearing its end.

The traitors' fighting strength was indeed very poor, even though there were several hundred of them. However, on the Independent Regiment's side, not to mention the company of veterans, just considering their large number of light and heavy weapons, taking down the traitors, whose fighting strength couldn't even be considered second-rate, was too easy!

A small Japanese detachment of a dozen men, firing light and heavy machine guns, routed the enemy forces below the mountain in just a few minutes.

Wang Yousheng saw it clearly: this was the advantage of having strong firepower.

"Rush!"

At this moment, Zhang Dabiao angrily stood up, grabbed a ghost-head knife from his back, and led a charge of over a hundred men, rushing down the mountain like a tidal wave.

Down the mountain, the Japanese squad had been completely wiped out, and more than half of the two hundred puppet troops had also been killed.

The remaining puppet troops followed Zhao Defa and hid under a nearby bunker, not daring to even peek out.

As for these prisoners, they were quite clever. As soon as they heard the fierce firepower, they knew that troops were coming to rescue them, so they all took cover. Even so, before the Japanese died, several prisoners were still killed.

With the outcome decided, Wang Yousheng and Zhang Dabiao led their troops onto the road. Looking at the enemy corpses scattered on the ground, Wang Yousheng said, "Everyone be careful. The Japanese are very cunning. When cleaning up the battlefield, remember to finish off the enemy soldiers. Don't be stingy with your bullets."

"Yes."

Wang Yousheng's order made Zhang Dabiao take a second look. After all, he was someone promoted by the regimental commander; he could even think of such details.

Zhang Dabiao's rumors weren't unfounded.

He had seen many Japanese soldiers on the verge of death, hiding grenades under their bodies. As soon as they pulled the pin, the grenades would explode. Many soldiers, excited by their victories, were eager to plunder the supplies from the Japanese soldiers and fell into the trap.

Sure enough, Zhang Dabiao pulled open a Japanese soldier's corpse, and the soldier turned around and threw a grenade.

"Grenade! Get down!"

In a moment of desperation, Zhang Dabiao quickly fired a second shot, killing the Japanese soldier.

At the same time, the grenade flew through the air in an arc and landed quickly among the prisoners.

Although Zhang Dabiao's warning prompted several prisoners to run away and lie down, two prisoners were still killed by the explosion.

Zhang Dabiao had observed the prisoners and found that they were all dressed in Central Army and Jin-Sui Army uniforms; there wasn't a single Eighth Route Army prisoner. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The soldiers continued to clean up the battlefield.

Tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful. The troops achieved three consecutive victories, not only eliminating more than twenty Japanese soldiers but also capturing a great deal of weapons and supplies. Everyone was overjoyed.

Wang Yousheng quickly spotted Zhao Defa hiding under the cover.

"come out!"

He shouted, and Zhao Defa was startled. He raised his hands, bowed his head, and stammered, "Eighth Master, Eighth Master, spare my life, I surrender."

Under his leadership, the remaining twenty-odd puppet soldiers all emerged from the rocks beside the mountainside.

These traitors were no match for the Japanese devils. The reason they became traitors was not only to get a job and make a living, but also because they liked to use their power to bully their fellow villagers.

But when the Japanese actually asked them to fight and charge, they all became as timid as mutes, especially when they encountered the Eighth Route Army, they were terrified of being beaten.

Once they lose power, they will surrender automatically and hand over their weapons, because they have heard that the Eighth Route Army's rule is that those who surrender their weapons will not be killed.

If they refused, they would surely die; if they complied, they would lose their weapons and have to run back to ask the Japanese for more.

Having been a traitor for so many years, Zhao Defa was already experienced. The Japanese wouldn't easily kill the puppet troops; after all, they still needed them to do many things...

Then, Zhao Defa skillfully presented the mirror box with both hands, saying obsequiously, "Eighth Master, please accept this."

"Oh!"

Wang Yousheng snatched it away, thinking to himself that this traitorous dog was really skilled; before he could even shout for the guns to be surrendered, the guns were handed over automatically.

Wang Yousheng was quite satisfied. He glanced at the group behind him and said, "Do you want to live or die?"

"Of course I want to live," Zhang Defa replied without hesitation.

Wang Yousheng grunted and said, "Then take off all your clothes and you can get out of here."

"Oh, take off your clothes?"

"right!"

Wang Yousheng shouted.

The Eighth Route Army's clothing factory was making uniforms all day long, but the supply still couldn't meet the demand. These traitors were wearing such good clothes. We should take them back, dye them, and re-sew them back together so that the soldiers would have clothes to wear.

Wang Yousheng had worked as an officer in a clothing factory and knew that captured supplies were hard to come by, so it was essential to squeeze every last drop of value out of the enemy.

Zhao Defa and his men once again skillfully removed their yellow coats and presented them with smiles.

Wang Yousheng said with satisfaction, "It seems that you, this traitor, are quite honest."

Zhao Defa gave an awkward smile. How could he not behave? These Eighth Masters in front of him had such strong firepower that they were defeated in just over ten minutes.

He had never encountered this before!

Wang Yousheng had the soldiers in the recruit company take away their clothes. Zhao Defa and the others were left with only a thin shirt and trousers. In the cold night wind, they shivered uncontrollably.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Zhang Dabiao burst out laughing.

He now thinks he's really made a killing this time!

Soon, everyone's attention fell on the group of prisoners.

These prisoners were all wearing the uniforms of the Central Army and the Jin-Sui Army, and each of them had uneven wounds on their bodies. They had been imprisoned by the Japanese for a long time.