The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 127 The Wolf's Revenge

As Lei Tao raided the Japanese squad's stronghold in the valley, the lone adult wolf, wounded by the Japanese but narrowly escaping, struggled through the deep forest, dragging its injured hind leg. Its wounds continued to bleed, and every step it took on the fallen leaves and dead branches left a bloody paw print. Its eyes burned with rage and hatred, like two cold stars in the pitch-black night.

The lone wolf struggled to climb to the top of a mountain. Standing on the peak, it slowly raised its head, the mane on its neck bristling with anger. Then, it began to howl to the sky: "Awoo... Awoo, Awoo, Awoo..." The sound echoed in the silent mountain forest, carrying endless grief and indignation and a call to action.

Soon, the valley was filled with the howling of wolves. It felt like a response, a call from their own kind. The lone wolf howled again, his voice adding a touch of urgency and guidance.

Soon, a pack of wolves converged from all corners of the valley. Their eyes gleamed a faint green in the darkness, their bodies nimble and swift. The lone wolf approached the pack, nudging the leading wolves with its nose. A low whimpering sound emanated from its throat, as if recounting its own experiences and the cruelty and atrocities committed by the Japanese army.

The pack's leader's eyes grew fierce. He raised his head and let out a long howl, as if issuing an order. The other wolves followed suit, their voices aroused. The lone wolf turned and ran toward the Japanese camp, its steps faltering but determined. The pack followed closely behind, forming a black torrent through the forest, heading straight for the Japanese camp. The spirit of revenge permeated their ranks.

The Japanese soldiers on patrol near the camp were unaware of the wolves' approach. One soldier raised his rifle to sound the alarm, but everything happened too quickly. The wolves, well-trained, divided into several groups, swiftly surrounded the camp like ghosts. The wounded lone wolf, its eyes burning with vengeance, seized its moment and lunged with a whirring gust of wind at the patrolling soldier. Leaping high, the wolf slammed its front paws onto the soldier's shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Then, its jaws opened wide, its sharp teeth severing the soldier's throat. The soldier died before even a scream could escape.

At this moment, the other Japanese soldiers in the camp, startled by the commotion outside, rushed out of their tents. They were met with the ferocious roars and attacks of the wolf pack. The leader wolf led a group of wolves directly towards the Japanese soldiers who had just rushed out of the tents. They nimbly dodged the Japanese soldiers' panicked fire, weaving through the crowd, occasionally pouncing on the Japanese soldiers' legs and waists, biting them to the ground. Other groups of wolves began to attack the camp's supply storage and armament warehouses, tearing at tents with their claws and biting open the bundles of supplies with their teeth. For a moment, the Japanese camp was in chaos, with shouts, wolf howls, and gunfire intertwined.

Seeing this, the Japanese captain shouted to his men, "Shoot at the wolves!" At that moment, two wolves pounced on him like lightning. One wolf lunged at his leg and bit him, causing the captain to scream in pain. The other soared into the air, aiming for his neck. Seeing his commander in danger, a Japanese soldier immediately raised his rifle and fired at the two wolves. With two loud bangs, one wolf was killed instantly, and the other wolf let go of the captain and took off running.

Though the Japanese began to counterattack, the wolves refused to retreat. They charged repeatedly, exploiting the cover of darkness and the trees to engage the Japanese. The Japanese had to contend with both direct attacks from the wolves and ambush from behind. In the fierce fighting, wounded soldiers continued to fall. Some suffered severed arteries, gushing blood; others, attacked by multiple wolves, were covered in wounds. As time passed, more than half of the Japanese troops were killed or wounded. The remaining Japanese troops were gradually separated and surrounded by the wolves. Their ammunition was running low, and fear spread among them. The wolves, still lurking in the darkness, watched intently, waiting for the opportunity to deliver the final, fatal blow.

On his way to rendezvous with the guerrillas, Lei Tao heard continuous gunfire coming from the Japanese camp he had previously attacked. Curious, he went to investigate. Arriving at the outskirts of the Japanese camp, Lei Tao used the night vision infrared scope on his modified Type 81 assault rifle to observe the situation. Surprisingly, he discovered that the Japanese were being surrounded and attacked by several packs of wolves. Finding the wolves intriguing, Lei Tao climbed a large tree and set up his modified Type 81 assault rifle. He sat on the tree branch, resting the butt of the rifle firmly against his shoulder, his cheek against the barrel, his eyes fixed through the scope on the Japanese soldiers surrounded and isolated by the wolves. His finger rested on the trigger, calmly catching his breath, and then gently squeezed the trigger. With a soft "puff," a bullet blasted out, sending a Japanese soldier falling. He quickly shifted his rifle and aimed again. "Puff, chirp," another Japanese soldier was hit in the head or chest, falling to the ground. Lei Tao continued firing, causing even greater casualties and confusion among the Japanese, putting them in a desperate situation.