noveltune Chapter 57 Fair Match
Chapter 57 Fair Match
Gunfire roared inside the tomb, shaking the stone walls. Shouts of battle and screams of agony mingled together in complete chaos.
As soon as Chen Feng rushed out of the secret passage, he saw Zhang Xiuwu and his men retreating behind the cover built by the stone coffin lid, bullets crackling as they hit the stone coffin.
Sato Ichiro had led the Japanese soldiers into the tomb and was hiding behind a stone coffin near the entrance, occasionally peeking out to fire sniper shots.
The bound prisoners had nowhere to hide and were already swept away by stray bullets, lying on the ground in disarray, lifeless.
Only Marilyn and the other two managed to persuade Zhang Xiuwu with some kind of rhetoric. They not only untied him but also picked up weapons and, using the cover, began to fight off the Japanese soldiers.
"Brother Chen, you're finally back!" Zhang Xiuwu was drenched in sweat, a deep, bone-revealing bullet wound ripped from his left arm, blood streaming down his face. His old scars had also burst open in his excitement, a gruesome mix of red and white. "We've lost two brothers, and another one is seriously injured and can't hold on!"
Chen Feng looked in the direction he was pointing. The bodies of the fallen soldiers were carefully protected behind cover, while the seriously wounded soldier was curled up on the ground, shot in the abdomen, his clothes soaked in blood, and he was exhaling more than he was inhaling.
"Those damn Japanese devils, how dare they kill my soldiers and steal my things!"
Chen Feng cursed inwardly, his figure flashing to the side like a ghost. He pulled the trigger of his pistol repeatedly, and with a few bangs, the two Japanese soldiers at the front fell to the ground, blood gushing from their chest holes.
Seeing this, Sato Ichiro's eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared, "Charge! Kill all these Chinese!"
The Japanese soldiers immediately used the stone coffin as cover, crouching low and rushing forward quickly. Gun muzzles flashed one after another, bullets grazed the cover and sent shards of stone flying everywhere.
"Kill them!"
Zhang Xiuwu wiped the blood from his face, grabbed a Star M1887 revolver and fired. The remaining two soldiers and Marilyn and her two siblings also extended their arms, aimed their guns at the charging Japanese soldiers, and pulled the triggers.
bang bang bang! ! !
The dense gunfire was deafening and dizzying. The three Japanese soldiers at the front were riddled with bullets, and their bodies slid down the stone coffin to the ground.
Only seven or eight kerosene lamps flickered in the tomb, the light so dim that only the shadows of people could be barely discerned.
But Chen Feng had amazing hearing. He was able to accurately determine from the sound of footsteps and breathing that there were still twenty-three Japanese soldiers left.
Jerwell has already escaped and might bring reinforcements; the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes.
"Zhang Xiuwu, take the brothers and retreat first, I'll cover the rear!" Chen Feng made a decisive decision.
"yes!"
Knowing that he couldn't fight head-on, Zhang Xiuwu glared at Sato Ichiro behind the stone coffin and immediately ordered two uninjured soldiers to carry their seriously wounded brother back to the secret passage.
Chen Feng raised his hand and fired two more shots, forcing back two Japanese soldiers who tried to approach. He glanced at Marilyn and her brother out of the corner of his eye and shouted, "Give me a hand and take my brother's body away!"
"Since he's already dead, he's just a burden to be carried around!"
"A complete waste of energy!"
Peter and Jack muttered to each other in English, their faces full of reluctance.
Marilyn glared at the two of them and hissed, "Shut up! Chinese people believe in returning to one's roots. Unless there's absolutely no other way, they will try their best to take the body with them."
"Alright!"
"It's not heavy anyway!"
The two men exchanged a glance, their faces filled with helplessness, but they still bent down, hoisted the body of the fallen soldier, and quickly followed him into the secret passage.
These two Americans were quite strong; they could carry the corpse with ease.
As his men approached the secret passage, Sato Ichiro laughed wildly, "Chinese, surrender! There's no way out. Continuing to resist will only lead to your deaths! Lay down your weapons, and we'll give you the opportunity to serve the Great Japanese Empire!"
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Chen Feng sneered, raised his hand and fired another shot, accurately killing the Japanese soldier who charged at him from three meters away.
bang bang bang! ! !
This German Mauser C96 pistol truly lived up to its reputation as a futuristic weapon of this era. Chen Feng, with just one gun, managed to briefly suppress about twenty Japanese soldiers wielding Springfield M1861 pistols.
As his subordinates fell one after another, Sato Ichiro's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, and he roared, "Chinese, do you dare to have a real samurai duel?"
"You?"
Chen Feng's lips curled into a cold smile, but he remained hidden behind the cover and did not move.
He didn't trust the Japanese soldiers' credibility. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, he was still afraid of firearms. After all, he had never practiced the legendary Thirteen Protectors' Iron Bell Cover.
Sato Ichiro frowned, feeling that the voice was very familiar.
He pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out who the voice belonged to. Seeing his men suffering increasing casualties and unable to explain to President Aoki, he immediately waved for the Japanese soldiers in front to retreat and sneered, "Chinese, let's have a fair duel between samurai! If you win, you get half the gold and can leave; if you lose, hand over all the gold and surrender!"
"bring it on!"
Seeing that the Japanese had retreated far away and that there was enough space in the tomb to maneuver, Chen Feng also wanted to kill this coward who had been hiding behind the stone coffin. He immediately stepped out of his cover, put his pistol back into his waistband, and drew his scimitar.
A glint of delight flashed in Sato Ichiro's eyes, followed by a sinister grin as he drew his katana: "Chinese, to die by my blade is an honor for you!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he strode forward, brandishing his katana and charging at full speed.
The blade cut through the wind, heading straight for his face.
Chen Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow.
clang!
The samurai sword slammed heavily onto the stone coffin, sparks flying everywhere, the blade embedding itself more than half an inch into the crack in the stone.
"No wonder this Japanese soldier wanted a duel; he does have some skill. However, that's not enough!"
Chen Feng sneered inwardly. Taking advantage of the moment when Sato Ichiro exerted force to draw his sword, he flipped his wrist and thrust the curved blade, gleaming coldly, straight at Sato's vulnerable ribs.
"Baka!"
Sato Ichiro broke out in a cold sweat, twisting his body to dissipate the force, managing to turn his body half a foot off balance. The curved blade grazed his clothes, cutting a long gash.
He seized the opportunity to draw his katana, slashed horizontally with his backhand, and the wind from the blade swept past Chen Feng's nose.
Instead of retreating, Chen Feng advanced, kicking his left foot hard at the opponent's knee, while simultaneously using his curved sword to block the samurai sword's attack.
The two blades clashed, causing Sato Ichiro's hand to go numb and his grip on the sword to tremble uncontrollably.
He never expected that this Chinese man would be so strong.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
In a life-or-death struggle, there is no room for hesitation.
Chen Feng used his left foot to exert force, and with a crisp "crack", Sato Ichiro's knee was kicked and shattered!
Before the other party could scream, he thrust his right-hand scimitar, the blade piercing through the sternum and going straight through the back!
"A fair fight, and you lost!"
Chen Feng's voice was icy cold.
Only then did Sato Ichiro see his face clearly, his expression filled with disbelief. His katana fell to the ground, and blood mixed with broken internal organs gushed from his throat. He mumbled, "It...it's you..."
"It's me!"
Chen Feng smiled coldly and drew his curved blade with a backhand motion.
The instant Sato Ichiro crashed to the ground, he flashed back behind cover.