Chapter 224: The Assault
Chapter 224: The Assault
Behind the hillside, Bao Yuan witnessed the train suddenly come to a halt, and his excitement surged. He instructed his subordinates, "Teams three and four, hold your positions here. Team five, go ahead and harass the sentry post. Teams six to ten, follow me down!"
The resistance organization members cheered, and except for those stationed at the higher ground, the rest eagerly followed him down the slope.
However, these individuals were clearly well-trained, not rushing in a disorganized manner. Instead, they spread out, forming an encirclement as they advanced towards the train. Along the way, they would periodically stop, providing cover for each other and the rear.
On the otherions, Ren Xiaotian, who had been sent to scout, arrived.
"Most of the resistance members are behind the northern hillside. This time, they've brought over a hundred people. There's another group on the opposite mountain, but I didn't go over. Judging by their formation, there shouldn't be more than twenty of them. People are moving towards the high points on both sides of the mountain..."
As he spoke, he used a branch to sketch a few marks on the ground and marked various positions.
"There's a team at the foot of the southern mountain, but the exact number is unclear. There are quite a few vehicles parked there, probably to pick them up after the retreat. There's also a group hiding on the northern side, likely to counter any reinforcements coming from the north."
"Additionally, we heard gunfire from the east earlier. They sent people ahead to attack the sentry post there, but the number should be small, mainly to divert attention..."
With a few words, he provided a clear overview of the situation he had scouted.
During that time, Chen Chuan and the Patrol Bureau had also communicated via radio, and much of what Ren Xiaotian reported aligned with their information, giving Chen Chuan a clear understanding.
At that moment, a team member responsible for observation in Wei Chang'an's team exclaimed, "Look, those people are moving."
Chen Chuan glanced downward and saw several armed individuals emerging from the forest, swiftly running towards the train in the bright morning light.
He immediately said, "I'll handle the people below. Wei, please take your team to deal with the mountain peak and the high points."
"Leave it to me," Wei Chang'an assured him.
Chen Chuan continued, "Senior Ren, please lead the rest to eliminate the armed personnel on the high slope on our side."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the combat spider slowly crawled out from the bushes. "I'll have the combat spider assist you."
The previous night, everyone had fed the spider through their blood, allowing it to recognize them as allies and understand some hand gestures, enabling it to cooperate with them at this moment.
Chen Chuan had considered taking the spider with him, but as a living creature, it might be affected by the ritual's effects. Therefore, it was better to leave it where it was.
Ren Xiaotian and his team had witnessed the spider's prowess the night before. It was the best assault specialist, capable of replacing at least three squads, especially in mountainous and forested areas where it could fully utilize its abilities. If the enemy didn't have skilled fighters, this spider alone might be able to eliminate everyone above.
Finally, Chen Chuan said, "If there are no objections, let's begin."
The group nodded in agreement and immediately split up to carry out their tasks.
Chen Chuan stood alone, taking out the mask with intricate secret ritual patterns on both sides and slowly placing it over his face. From a distance, the intricate patterns seemed to blur into a swirling mist.
He thrust his sword sheath into the soil, stepped forward, and slowly unsheathed the blade. Upon reaching the edge of the steep slope, he leaped, rapidly descending towards the train.
At the hidden sentry post, Director Lei was observing the hot air balloon and the train's stopped position. He then consulted a map and used a secret ritual tool to compare it with the location, instructing, "Team One, proceed to Sector 093."
"Yes, sir!"
"Team Two, proceed to Sector 034."
"Yes, sir!"
"Team Three..."
As he issued orders, the Secret Sect Review Bureau team members began to disperse and carry out their tasks. Sabotaging a ritual was much easier than building one; they only needed to reach designated locations, scatter the special ritual powder they carried, and create disruptive patterns to disrupt the ritual itself.
The resistance members had now reached the front of the train.
However, just as they were about to approach, their vision blurred, and they realized there was no train in front of them. Many stopped in their tracks, but as they shook their heads in confusion, the train reappeared. They hurried to catch up with Bao Yuan, who had already boarded.
Bao Yuan led the way, assigning two people to deal with the driver and train staff. He then moved to the rear carriage.
One of his followers, seeing two passengers still conversing, drew his gun and shot one of them in the head, causing it to explode.
Strangely, the other passenger, covered in blood and with only half a head remaining, continued the conversation naturally.
"Hehe, interesting."
The team member seemed to have found something amusing and shot the other passenger as well.
"That's enough, stop playing around," Bao Yuan scolded with a frown. "These people are valuable; don't mess things up."
The team member laughed, "Captain, losing a few won't make a difference."
Bao Yuan gave the team members a cold glance, silencing them instantly. At that moment, the resistance organization members who had stormed the train carriages quickly gained control of the entire train.
Bao Yuan instructed the technicians, "Send a telegram to the rear, inform them that I've hijacked the Changshun Express. There are three representatives from major foreign companies on board. Let them spread this news."
The resistance organization had its own radio station with many listeners both domestically and internationally, and some regulatory departments also monitored this channel. Therefore, once this news was released, its influence would be immense.
He believed that after this incident, his reputation within the resistance organization would soar to unprecedented heights.
He then added, "Also, use the train's radio to send a message to the Yangzhi Municipal Government. Tell them to agree to our previous conditions, and give them half an hour to consider. Every ten minutes after that, I'll execute a group of people."
"We must show them that we keep our word. Let's kill all the corporate security guards first, then use their radio to send a message to their company, pressuring the Yangzhi Municipal Government!"
"Yes, Captain!"
The team members excitedly rushed towards the representatives of various companies, starting to gun down the security guards.
No matter how much noise they made, the security guards showed no reaction to their actions. Even when someone next to them was shot, they stood there nonchalantly, like lifeless targets.
Perhaps their aim had improved, for when they reached the Pollen Corporation's carriage, one of the team members shot the assistant in the head, creating a bloody hole in his temple, and his body slumped to one side.
Across from him, Sven Lindenberg commented, "Is this the Yangzhi government's welcome ceremony? They seem quite enthusiastic."
At this moment, Chen Chuan had reached the front of the train, and he heard gunfire coming from the mountains on both sides, seemingly aimed at him. However, he didn't pay it any mind, as the distance was too great, and his speed was too fast for them to hit him.
At that moment, he noticed a wave of distortion around the Second Self, indicating that he had entered the range of the ritual's influence.
Using the method Director Lei had taught him, he determined that this was a mental assault, and the outer layer of his windbreaker had patterns to resist such rituals.
So, he immediately erased the extra stroke at the collar, and the entire secret ritual took effect instantly. The distortion around the Second Self weakened significantly, almost disappearing entirely, though the vibrant colors of the patterns seemed to fade as well.
The confrontation of secret rituals was a matter of mutual attrition. The patterns he had drawn with these materials were insufficient to sustain the ritual for long, so he quickened his pace.
Two resistance organization members guarding the train saw someone approaching and fired at them without hesitation. But before they could react, the figure before them vanished in a blur, dodging their shots.
"A Tier Three Combatant!"
The two team members were startled and frantically reached for their medication, but it was too late. A flash of blade light passed by them, and a figure crashed into the train!
There was a loud bang, and a person raising their gun inside the carriage was knocked against the opposite wall, their chest caving in as their internal organs and spine were reduced to a bloody mess.
The two people at the carriage door slid down, their upper bodies neatly severed, and a long, narrow gash marked the carriage door behind them.
Chen Chuan slowly stood up from his half-kneeling position and, at that moment, someone from the rear carriage rushed towards him. But before they could fire, a bloody hole appeared on their forehead, and they stumbled back and fell to the ground, lifeless.
Chen Chuan retracted his hand, which had been holding the stone he had thrown. He turned his body, slowly raising the long blade and pointing it towards the depths of the carriage. Then, he took a deep breath, and his body became scorching hot.
He crouched slightly and pushed off the ground with his feet, propelling himself forward with a loud bang. In his vision, everything around him seemed to slow down, and wherever his feet touched, the carriage floor began to crack, warp, and shatter, like waves following in his wake.
Through the train's long line of windows, one could see a blade of light moving from the front to the back, leaving behind a trail of chopped-up bodies.
Like toppling dominoes, the resistance organization members in each carriage were cut down, their heads flying, limbs scattering, and blood splashing. Even the passengers, drenched in blood, maintained their smiles and conversations, drinking the fresh blood that dripped into their cups.
Amidst the shattering of the carriage floor and the sound of the blade slicing through flesh, the medicated person at the back finally reacted. He held up two overlapping shields, blocking the path of the oncoming blade light.
However, the two shields shattered instantly, and the shield-bearer was flung to the sides, landing on the ground without a breath left in him.
Chen Chuan halted, straightened up, and looked through his mask at the long and short firearms aimed at him. He raised his blade horizontally in front of him.
The next moment, gunfire erupted from the carriage!
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