Chapter 132: The Raid
Chapter 132: The Raid
At that moment, Chen Chuan looked towards another watchtower and noticed the person there standing stiffly, indicating that Ren Xiaotian had also succeeded.
From his position in the guard tower, Chen Chuan waved his flashlight twice towards the ground, and at the same moment, Ren Xiaotian on the opposite watchtower also signaled back.
Wei Chang'an and Cai Si had already stealthily approached the area, and upon seeing their success, they boldly climbed up, easily neutralizing the two guards at the entrance from both sides.
Chen Chuan sensed something and glanced downward, spotting a two-person patrol team with flashlights approaching from the side. He signaled to them from above and then waved his flashlight twice towards the other side.
Wei Chang'an immediately understood and crouched down, disappearing from sight. After a while, the patrol team reached the corner, and Wei Chang'an suddenly emerged from the shadows, grabbing the necks of the two men and dragging them forward a few steps before tossing them aside after turning the corner.
"Well done," Chen Chuan praised.
Around the same time, the other patrol members were also located and swiftly dealt with by Cai Si.
Chen Chuan could sense that the guards were not very vigilant, appearing rather relaxed.
This was quite normal, as daily confrontations in the wilderness usually involved firearms and crossbows, with no direct martial confrontations. As long as the camp entrance was guarded, it was almost impossible for anyone to infiltrate the heavily fortified outer perimeter unnoticed. Moreover, these people were bandits, not soldiers, so they lacked strict discipline.
After dealing with the patrolling guards, Wei Chang'an walked out and signaled with his flashlight towards the outside, prompting the rest of the team waiting there to enter the camp through the main entrance.
Chen Chuan scanned his surroundings and noticed a modified rifle and a crossbow near the bodies of the bandits. After some thought, he picked up the rifle, checked it, and slung it over his back before descending from the watchtower.
As he reached the ground, Ren Xiaotian approached, "There were two people sleeping in the car, and they've been taken care of."
Chen Chuan nodded, surprised that there were people inside the car, as it was impossible to tell from the outside. He thought to himself that Ren Xiaotian was indeed reliable.
After some consideration, Chen Chuan said, "Ren Xiaotian, I need you to take some men to watch the back."
There was a road at the rear of the camp, and if they encountered an attack from the outside, these bandits might try to escape through that route. Chen Chuan would only feel at ease if Ren Xiaotian was there to block their escape.
Ren Xiaotian replied, "Leave it to me." After a brief discussion, he led two of Wei Chang'an's men out of the camp to cut off the bandits' escape route.
After clearing the outer sentry posts, Chen Chuan instructed the team to spread out and begin infiltrating the camp.
Although there were many old and new tents scattered around, it was easy to determine if anyone was inside. Most tents with occupants would have a light hanging inside, or at least a cable running in.
Chen Chuan arrived at the entrance of a tent and immediately sensed three breathing sounds, with two of them whispering.
After listening for a while, he understood that they were just two lackeys discussing their share of the deal and where to find entertainment. Their conversation was filled with profanities, and some incomprehensible slang, possibly a Makah language habit.
Chen Chuan gently lifted the tent flap and entered, his light footsteps and relaxed movements causing the occupants to initially mistake him for a comrade. But when they realized who he was, their faces showed fear, and by then, he had already reached them, gently pressing their heads, causing them to fall backward without a sound.
Inside the tent, the last person was lying down, engrossed in a magazine featuring beautiful women, completely unaware of the commotion.
Chen Chuan walked over, gave a light kick, and gently tapped the side of his head with his toe. The man's hands loosened, and the magazine covered his face. Chen Chuan then exited the tent, walking calmly towards another lit tent.
As he walked, he could hear faint, muffled grunts and strikes from the surrounding area, indicating that the others were also in action.
At that very moment, in the innermost tent, a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. He stood up, tucked a short stick behind his back, and carried a coiled whip in his right hand as he walked out.
Not far from him was the largest tent in the entire camp, where the leader, "Desert Hawk" Mi Tai, was discussing a translated telegram with his deputy, "Venom Snake" You An.
"The exchange delegation might be moving tomorrow, so they want us to reach the rendezvous point tomorrow," said You An, surprised. "Tomorrow? I thought the agreed date was the day after tomorrow. And aren't they being watched by the people of Yangzhi City? Can they leave?"
Mi Tai explained, "The telegram says they've contacted a high-ranking official in Dachuan who is pressuring the Yangzhi City government to allow an early departure. It shouldn't be a problem if things go smoothly, and we can leave with our brothers to meet them tomorrow."
He put down the telegram and added, "As long as we deliver the goods, we'll earn honor and status with this merit. Our brothers won't have to fight and kill in the wilderness anymore."
However, You An remained unconvinced, "Boss, it's the same everywhere. We're still just dogs for those above us. But since we're of the same tribe, will they give us more meat?"
Mi Tai tried to reassure him, "Don't be so pessimistic. If we can deliver the goods back, we'll be heroes to the Makah people. Once we have a reputation, they'll treat us with more politely."
You An countered, "You're the boss here, but back there, you'll be nothing."
"Maitai pointed to his chest and spoke in a low voice, "I grew up in the wilderness since I was a child. Very few people live to my age. I can feel that if this continues, I might die in a corner one day, a meaningless death, unknown to anyone."
"But after I return, whatever I do, it will be for my country. Even if I die, I can leave behind a name."
Yuan said, "Okay, I've said it before. Since it's the boss's decision, I'll follow through to the end. Who am I to argue since you're the one who saved my life?"
Maitai patted his shoulder. "Brother, get ready, just in case."
Yuan's eyes flickered. "Is the boss worried they'll renege on their promise?"
Maitai spoke in a low voice. "In case they don't keep their word, we still have something to threaten them with, although it's unlikely they'll do that. But we have to be prepared."
Yuan said, "Don't worry, boss. We've been prepared for a long time, but it's best not to let it get to that point. Otherwise, even if the boss returns, he'll have offended people."
Just then, a voice came from the guard at the door of the barracks, "Who's there?"
Maitai was extremely alert and immediately drew his gun. He and Yuan separated and went to the door, taking a careful look. Seeing that it was a tall, middle-aged Maka man, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the whip in the man's hand and asked, "Qisai Duoma, why are you out here?"
Qisai looked outside and said, "There's someone coming in."
Maitai was startled. His eyes darted back and forth, and he was very decisive. He immediately took out a whistle and blew it hard. In an instant, everyone in the camp was awakened.
As they heard a series of sharp whistle sounds coming from deeper within the camp, Chen Chuan and the others immediately realized that those inside had discovered them.
Since they had already caused a stir, they no longer hid and quickly took out smoke grenades, throwing them towards the center of the camp. Instantly, clouds of smoke rose within the camp.
This was very useful because the sudden attack and the obscured vision caused the bandits in the camp to panic and become disoriented.
These bandits knew they were under attack and had been infiltrated, but they didn't know how many attackers there were, which made them panic. Some raised their guns and fired randomly, shouting loudly as if afraid that others wouldn't know where they were.
Chen Chuan's group didn't hold back either, and they fired back in various directions.
At this moment, Maitai heard the sound of Da Tu assault rifles and saw the rare smoke grenades. He was startled and anxiously said, "Could it be those gray-clothed people from Yangzhi City? Have we been exposed?"
Yuan was calmer and listened carefully. "At most, five or six guns. It's probably not the Patrol Bureau. The style seems similar, and they sneaked in without anyone noticing."
Maitai cursed, "The Patrol Bureau? Could it be the cargo we robbed last time?"
Yuan's face darkened. "I don't know, boss. I'll go check the back. We can't let them cut off our retreat."
Maitai said okay and gave his shoulder a heavy squeeze. "Brother, I'm counting on you for the rear!" Yuan immediately waved his hand and called a few people to go to the back.
At this moment, the middle-aged man named Qisai took a step forward, and Maitai saw it but didn't stop him. For this Maka man who came to guide them in combat techniques, he felt both admiration and a bit of fear.
Outside, Luo Kaiyuan listened to the shouts and gunshots. Suddenly, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger, and a person fell. He quickly left his original position, pulled back the bolt, ejected the shell, reloaded, and then fired again after a quick glance. Another person fell.
Feng Xiaoqi had never used a gun, so he hid in a corner and fired with a crossbow, ensuring he wouldn't expose himself, whether he hit his target or not.
Wei Chang'an, on the other side, was an old hand at this. He found a well-covered spot and carefully searched for targets. His shooting skills were excellent, and every shot hit its mark.
But after firing another shot, he suddenly became alert. He rolled over, and a whip shadow flashed past, slapping the sturdy cover he had been hiding behind and tearing it apart. The gust of wind that brushed past his side made his skin sting painfully.
As he rolled, he fired back into the smoke, but there was no response.
He crouched in place, holding his gun steady and focused.
After a few breaths, he suddenly turned his head and fell to one side, firing two shots in quick succession. Despite his quick reaction, a thin bloodstain appeared on his cheek, stinging painfully.
After rolling away, he dodged to the other side, slightly disheveled, avoiding the whip shadow that had been drawn towards him. He was sure he had hit his target, but the opponent was unharmed, indicating that the attacker was wearing protective gear.
Just as he thought things were getting worse, the attack from the other side suddenly stopped.
He looked up and saw a tall but not fat figure. This person suddenly reached out and deflected a crossbow bolt aimed at his head. But just as this person was about to continue approaching Wei Chang'an, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the other end of the passage.
At the other end of the passage, Chen Chuan was walking towards them. As he walked, he threw aside his empty rifle and took out the Xue Jun sword from his back, planting it into the ground as he stepped forward, slowly drawing the blade from its sheath.
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(End of Chapter)
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