noveltune Chapter 40 Bloodshed in the Rain
Chapter 40 Bloodshed in the Rain
The raindrops, like beans, pattered on the corn leaves, and more than a dozen hurried footsteps approached from behind.
Connor turned back to stare at the light, his face showing doubt, but he still waved his hand and said, "Chen, don't worry, these are Marines. They were supposed to be waiting for me ahead, but I don't know how they fell behind."
"Marine Corps?"
Chen Feng frowned, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
An army marches according to a set pattern; how could it be so chaotic and disorganized?
Moreover, if they were really there to provide assistance, they should have made contact proactively long ago. Why would they have fallen behind without any explanation?
"Is everything alright?" Zheng Mingsong asked, his right hand resting on the holster, his voice slightly tense.
"Not necessarily!"
Connor's answer was ambiguous, and he also reached for his holster and drew his pistol.
"Turn off the lights first!"
Before Chen Feng could finish speaking and before Connor could make a move, a burst of gunfire rang out from behind.
"Lie down!"
Chen Feng reacted quickly, dropping to the ground the moment the gun fired, but the bullet traveled faster than sound.
He had barely made a move when he felt a burning pain in his left shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, Connor's ear was grazed by a stray bullet, and blood gushed out.
His two henchmen were even more unlucky; they were riddled with bullets, their bodies twitching twice in the mud before going still.
Zheng Mingsong was incredibly lucky; the bullet grazed his scalp, only shaving off a few strands of hair, which terrified him so much that he collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.
"It's a Mauser 7.63mm semi-automatic pistol, and a Borgmann revolver!" Connor, clutching his bleeding ear, gritted his teeth, trying to discern the gunshots. "There are a few other models I can't identify; the weapons are too mixed up!"
Why are the weapons so mixed up?
What is the enemy's identity?
Who are they targeting?
Chen Feng kept guessing.
Connor, panting heavily, shouted, "Hold on! The Marines will come to our aid as soon as they hear gunfire!"
The attackers had clearly planned this in advance. The moment the gunshots rang out, they extinguished their kerosene lamps, slowed their pace a hundred meters away, and quietly approached under the cover of the rain.
Connor and Zheng Mingsong held their guns, but they couldn't even see the enemy. They could only aim randomly in the darkness, not daring to fire and reveal their position.
Sitting idly by and waiting for death was not Chen Feng's style. He simply did the opposite, gripped his curved knife tightly, and, relying on his memory, groped his way back the way he came.
Ten meters!
Twenty meters!
very close!
Chen Feng, with his ears perked up, squatted by the roadside, held his breath, and waited quietly for the enemy to approach.
coming!
The enemy's footsteps were already close at hand.
Chen Feng suddenly stood up, his figure leaping out like a tiger, his curved blade slashing down.
Pfft!
The sound of a blade slicing through flesh rang out instantly, followed by the cracking sound of bone being broken.
After slashing one person, Chen Feng jumped into the nearby farmland.
Upon hearing the noise, the other enemies immediately raised their guns and fired.
The moment Chen Feng landed, he anticipated that the enemy would fire, and with a quick roll, he easily dodged all the bullets.
But the enemy were all highly trained experts; the bullets seemed to have eyes, and would come after them at the slightest sound.
This is not the way to go.
Chen Feng took a deep breath and, without further ado, charged straight into the enemy ranks, his scimitar flashing as he casually felled an enemy.
At this point, fearing they might hurt their own men, the enemy dared not fire blindly any longer.
Some of them tried to light kerosene lamps, but in the heavy rain and with the people so nervous, they couldn't get the lighters to work.
Chen Feng moved again. Surrounded by enemies, he didn't have to worry about hurting his allies, so he fought without any restraint.
"The night is my domain!"
Chen Feng sneered inwardly and ran towards another sound of breathing.
In a short while, most of the thirteen or fourteen attackers fell to the ground.
bang bang bang...
The few remaining people were terrified and raised their pistols to fire wildly.
Chen Feng was prepared, and each time he jumped extremely high, the bullets all grazing the soles of his feet.
This time, he only killed one person, but three enemies were shot down by the hail of bullets.
"Only one left!"
A cold glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. He stopped using his knife, leaped forward, and punched the last man in the face.
The man groaned and fell to the ground, his neck pinned down.
call.....
Just as Chen Feng caught his breath, several shouts in English came from afar; it was the arrival of Marine Corps support.
Connor covered his ears and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm here!"
"Don't fire! The enemy has been dealt with!" Chen Feng shouted hurriedly, fearing that the supporting soldiers might misjudge the situation.
"What?"
Connor and Zheng Mingsong exclaimed simultaneously, one in English and the other in Mandarin, both expressing disbelief.
The two hesitated for a moment before shakily pulling out a lighter, lighting the kerosene lamp, and trudging over, their steps uneven.
Under the dim light, corpses lay scattered across the muddy ground, blood mixed with rainwater forming streams, a truly gruesome scene.
"My God! You are the bravest person I have ever seen, bar none!"
Connor stared in disbelief at Chen Feng, who was covered in blood, his voice filled with shock.
Zheng Mingsong's eyes widened, and he gasped repeatedly, "Brother Chen, whose martial arts school did you learn from? With such skill, you must be one of the top masters in the martial arts world!"
Apprenticeship?
That cheap master doesn't seem to belong to any particular school.
He first apprenticed under Li Shuangdao of Cangzhou, and later traveled extensively throughout the country learning close-combat techniques such as Pi Gua Quan and Liu He Quan, eventually integrating them to form his own unique style.
However, I've been so busy lately that I've completely forgotten about finding Uncle Yang.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng immediately asked, "Brother Zheng, have you ever heard of a timber merchant named Yang Boqing?"
Zheng Mingsong pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. Perhaps the business isn't very large. When we get back, I'll have someone inquire about it for you. My Zheng family is quite familiar with the Chinese business network in Luzon."
"Thank you very much!"
Chen Feng pressed his bleeding left shoulder and turned to look at the last person who had been knocked unconscious: "I've captured a survivor, which will be useful for interrogating him about why he attacked us."
Connor held up the kerosene lamp and leaned closer. After seeing the man's appearance clearly, he frowned: "He looks like a Chinese person, but also a bit like someone from Japan or Korea. East Asians all look pretty much the same."
Before the interrogation could begin, a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of the man's mouth, and his body twitched twice before he breathed his last.
Chen Feng checked his carotid artery and said in a deep voice, "He committed suicide by biting poison. He's a suicide soldier."
"Hypocrites?" Zheng Mingsong looked surprised. "The Chinese families in Luzon are all legitimate businesses. At most, they might keep some guards to protect their homes. Why would they keep suicide soldiers?"
Chen Feng crouched down, examining the deceased's weapons and clothing, and said in a deep voice, "The weapons are scattered, but the skills are all quite good. They committed suicide immediately after being captured. The person behind them must be someone extraordinary."
Connor's face was grim. He waved his hand and said, "Have the Marines take the body away first, and we can investigate later. It's getting late, let's continue."