roccoschili Chapter 59 Breaking Through the Camp and Slaying the Enemy
Chapter 59 Breaking Through the Camp and Slaying the Enemy
On the high ground watchtower, the muzzle of the Colt M1895 machine gun gleamed coldly, reflecting the waning moon.
Chen Feng lay prone on the edge of the tower, his eyes fixed on the open space north of the San Antonio supply warehouse. More than two hundred figures were rapidly approaching the warehouse wall under the cover of night.
On the central watchtower of the warehouse, two sparks flickered on and off as the guards smoked and chatted, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
"General, the machine gun is calibrated!" The soldier operating the machine gun was Pang Li.
For some reason, Frank took a liking to this kid, saying he was gifted. Not only did he learn English from him, but he was also personally taught a lot of fighting techniques.
Chen Feng nodded slightly, his gaze returning to the ground below.
Ding Junkai and Wang Liang, along with more than two hundred soldiers, quietly reached the edge of the warehouse wall and were preparing to climb it.
"Who?"
The guards on the watchtower in the center of the warehouse suddenly shouted, followed by a gunshot that pierced the night sky.
"beat!"
Chen Feng's roar and the gunshot rang out almost simultaneously.
The Colt M1895 instantly spat fire, the rapid-fire shots booming like thunder.
The soldiers below also opened fire with their rifles, the bullets weaving a dense net of fire as they hurtled towards the central watchtower.
The sentry on the central watchtower didn't even have time to scream before he was torn to pieces by a hail of bullets. His body parts rolled down the tower wall, splattering the blood of the unfortunate Independent Army soldiers below.
"Rush!"
Wang Liang no longer held back, and with a sudden burst of strength, he scaled the wall. He drew his curved sword, and with a flash of cold light, slashed at the guards on the wall.
Upstream from the warehouse, Kong Yunfei had already prepared sheepskin rafts with twenty skilled swimmers. Upon hearing the gunfire downstream, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, follow me, Old Kong Chong, and slaughter them all!"
The soldiers immediately pushed the raft into the murky river and drifted downstream with the current, heading straight for the back of the warehouse.
The garrison inside the warehouse finally reacted and rushed out of their barracks. Sporadic gunfire from the sentries could not stop the Free Army from surging in like a tide.
Many enemies were shot down by bullets as soon as they stepped out of the barracks, their bodies piled up haphazardly at the entrance.
"Shoot at the watchtower at the main gate!" Chen Feng, quick-witted and agile, noticed that the machine gun on the watchtower was turning its muzzle towards the charging soldiers and immediately ordered Pang Li to adjust its direction.
Da da da!
Da da da!
Two machine guns fired simultaneously.
Two machine guns clashed, and the five or six Free Army soldiers at the forefront fell to the ground. However, the machine gun tower at the warehouse gate was also leveled by a hail of bullets, and the defenders were blasted into mincemeat along with their guns.
Kong Yunfei and his men drifted to the back of the warehouse. With a roar, he leaped onto the shore and brandished his sword at the guards at the back gate: "Charge! Cut off their retreat!"
Besieged on both sides, the Independent Army was thrown into complete chaos.
Some threw down their guns and knelt down to beg for mercy, their cries a mixture of indigenous language and Mandarin; others ran haphazardly toward the back door, only to be knocked down by Kong Yunfei, their bodies blocking the back door passage.
"We've already won!"
Chen Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and ordered Pang Li, "Keep a close watch. Attack wherever there is resistance. Don't let a single organized remnant of the enemy escape!"
"yes!"
Pang Li's eyes burned with the fire of revenge.
His mother died at the hands of the Independent Army's mutinous soldiers, so naturally he wished he could kill them all. Under his control, the machine gun was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, constantly reaping lives.
"Tian Gang, take some men to the east side of the warehouse. Make sure to guard the main road and don't let a single enemy escape!" Chen Feng roared, jumped down from the watchtower, and headed straight for the warehouse with his pistol in hand.
"yes!"
Tian Gang responded to the order and immediately led his soldiers to change direction. Just as they rushed to the east wall, they ran into more than a dozen independent army soldiers who were trying to break through.
"kill!"
bang bang bang! ! !
Ta-da-ta-da...
Gunfire continued, screams echoed, and the soldiers who tried to break through the encirclement fell into pools of blood before they could run ten meters.
"General, there are a lot of wooden crates in the warehouse, they look like ammunition!" a soldier ran back to report, his voice full of excitement.
Chen Feng was overjoyed and quickened his pace, leaping over the three-meter-high wall with a running start: "Protect the ammunition, the rest of you, mop up the remaining enemies!"
Rushing into the warehouse, rows of neatly stacked wooden crates came into view, labeled in English with words such as "rifle ammunition" and "hand grenade".
Damn Americans!
They gave the Independent Army so many good things, but only gave me a few hundred broken rifles!
Chen Feng was envious. He roughly counted that there were as many as three thousand Springfield M1863 rifles alone.
"General, be careful!"
No sooner had Wang Liang's warning fallen than two dark figures darted out from behind the wooden crate, raising their guns and aiming them at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng reacted extremely quickly, firing his pistol instantly. After two shots, two stubborn Independent Army soldiers fell to the ground.
He immediately shouted, "Lay down your weapons and surrender, and you can live!"
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the remaining defenders threw down their guns and knelt down to beg for mercy. The pleas for mercy in Indigenous and Chinese were mixed together, and many of them were so frightened that they trembled and dared not raise their heads.
Chen Feng's gaze swept over the prisoners, and he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
Hu An, Liu Hengfu's intelligence officer, was the captain of the conscription camp back then.
He was crouching on the ground with his head in his hands, secretly glancing around out of the corner of his eye.
"Behave yourself!"
Ding Junkai happened to be standing next to Juan. Seeing that Juan still dared to peek, he immediately raised his gun butt to smash him down.
"Don't smash him to death!"
Chen Feng waved, stepped forward, and said with a light laugh, "Captain Hu, long time no see."
Juan slowly stood up, his face full of embarrassment: "I didn't expect that General Chen would have raised such a large army in less than a month."
"Are you the commander here?" Chen Feng stroked his chin, his eyes scrutinizing.
Juan blushed and angrily retorted, "The commander would have been shot dead by you all long ago! If I were the commander, how could I have let you storm into the camp before I even reacted?"
"hehe!"
Chen Feng sneered, his face full of disbelief.
"What does General Chen intend to do with us?" Juan asked tentatively.
By this time, the soldiers had driven all sixty-odd prisoners into the warehouse, half of whom were Chinese.
Chen Feng glanced at them, not noticing the scarred man from before, and after a moment's thought, said, "These prisoners can be used as laborers to carry the ammunition back to the camp. As for you... you can leave now."
This man was a confidant of Liu Hengfu and had no grudge against the Free Army. Letting him go back would be a way of making a good relationship.
The Chinese population in Luzon is already small, so any forces that can be united should be united as much as possible.
"Thank you, General Chen!" Juan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and rushed out of the warehouse, afraid that Chen Feng would change his mind.
"You run really fast!"
Chen Feng chuckled as he watched his retreating figure, then loudly ordered, "Prioritize moving weapons and ammunition; let the prisoners carry the rest! Anyone who tries to slack off or deliberately delays will be shot on sight!"
Upon receiving the order, the soldiers immediately sprang into action, carrying ammunition to the wagon outside.
The prisoners didn't dare to slack off and carried the supplies one by one. At first, two people tried to slack off, but after they were shot dead on the spot, everyone became much more obedient.