122: Rage

At the Dragon King Temple by the Ping-Jin Railway, the Security Team stopped to rest and reorganize.

Having experienced a crushing battle, most people still had the lingering excitement and a hint of disbelief on their faces.

This battle went too smoothly!

The feeling of fire suppression was damn satisfying!

These veterans had never fought such a wealthy battle in their lives.

Lu Fan looked at Zhang Rui beside him, who was checking the submachine gun in his hand; his young face possessed a steadiness and capability far beyond ordinary people.

His skillful movements carried a crispness from rigorous military training, far surpassing ordinary veterans.

"Zhang Rui," Lu Fan handed over a water canteen, his tone casual, "Your skills and command are both good. Which unit did you train in?"

Zhang Rui's hand paused slightly as he took the canteen, and he looked up at Lu Fan.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Rui took a gulp of water and said straightforwardly, "Boss, actually, my real name isn't Zhang Rui.

My name is Zhang Tingshu, from the Northeast Army, a graduate of the Northeast Military Academy.

I also studied on the japanese side for over a year, then came back to work for the Six... Young Marshal.

Unfortunately... after Xi'an, the Young Marshal was detained. A few of us brothers wanted to rescue him, but we didn't succeed.

Jinling was watching closely, so I could only change my name and use Mr. Ye's connections to join the Security Team."

In a few words, he spoke without reservation, expressing his helplessness and resentment.

The name Zhang Tingshu was unfamiliar to most; they were more aware of the ones named 'Hanqing'.

But his father Zhang Zuoxiang's name was known to almost everyone.

Lu Fan smiled slightly and patted his shoulder. "Once this trip is over, I'll find a way to reunite you 'Three Young Masters of the Northeast'."

"Are you serious? You can save my eldest brother?" Zhang Tingshu straightened his back, his eyes lighting up.

"A gentleman's word is his bond!"

To be honest, even without Zhang Tingshu, Lu Fan himself really wanted to meet this legendary figure.

Just then, A-Fu's voice sounded over the communicator, calm and clear: "Boss, target spotted.

800 meters east of the Dragon King Temple, a Jap infantry company discovered, about 180 men, moving along the railway."

Lu Fan's eyes narrowed. "Just in time! Zhang Tingshu, you're still in command. Take them out."

"Understood!" Zhang Tingshu's battle intent rose again as he quickly entered his state.

"Everyone, attention! New target! 800 meters east of the Dragon King Temple, a Japanese Army infantry company.

Same as usual, turn on the night vision goggles..."

Under Zhang Tingshu's command, another textbook-style battle of annihilation began.

Guided by A-Fu's precise intelligence, which was like having a god's eye view,

the Security Team was like the Grim Reaper in the night, raising their scythe high.

Ten minutes later, dense gunfire and the explosion of grenades intertwined to form a symphony of death.

The sporadic counterattacks from the Japs' type 38 rifles seemed pale and weak against this violent firepower.

Zhang Rui's command was calm and efficient, and Old Li was still charging at the front.

The battle showed a one-sided crushing situation.

In less than twenty minutes, another Japanese Army company was completely wiped out.

The team members began to clean up the battlefield and count the spoils.

However, at the end of this victory, an accident occurred.

A team member cleaning the battlefield walked up to a "corpse" and was about to bend down to pick up a rifle from the ground.

Suddenly, the "corpse" snapped its blood-red eyes open and let out a beast-like howl.

In its hand was a pineapple grenade with the safety pin already pulled.

"Watch out!"

A nearby team member on guard quickly grabbed his companion's collar and yanked him away.

Boom!

The grenade exploded beside them!

Smoke filled the air. The pushed-away team member fell to the ground, shaken.

The team member who saved him was flipped over by the blast's airwave, the bulletproof vest on him clinking as it was hit by shrapnel.

Several places were dented, and his arms and legs were burned and cut by shrapnel, with blood seeping out.

But he was still conscious; clearly, the bulletproof vest had saved his life!

"What happened?!" Lu Fan rushed over at the sound.

Seeing the injured team member and the mangled Jap corpse on the ground still holding the grenade ring, he understood instantly.

A surge of rage rushed to his head.

"Who was responsible for checking this area? Why wasn't there a finishing shot?"

Lu Fan questioned with a cold voice, his sharp gaze sweeping over the veterans present.

The veterans looked at each other, and finally, their gazes landed on Li Zhenshan, who was responsible for this area.

Li Zhenshan's face turned red, and he lowered his head in shame. "Boss... it... it was me.

I saw that the Jap wasn't moving... I thought... I thought I'd save some bullets..."

He was used to the days of tight budgets during his time in the Northeast Army.

Facing an enemy who had fallen and wasn't moving, his first reaction was to save precious ammunition rather than fire a finishing shot to confirm.

"Save bullets? What the hell~~~" Lu Fan's anger completely erupted.

He rushed in front of Li Zhenshan, pointed at the injured team member groaning on the ground, and roared, "Li Zhenshan!

Look clearly for me, damn it! Look at him, look at the wounds on his body! Look at the blood he's bleeding!

Tell me! Is the bullet you saved more valuable, or is my brother's life more valuable?"

Lu Fan was trembling slightly all over because of anger. He suddenly snatched a spare magazine from a nearby team member.

He slammed it down at Li Zhenshan's feet, and the golden bullets in the magazine scattered all over the ground.

"Bullets? I have plenty of them, as many as you want, I'll provide enough!"

Lu Fan kicked Li Zhenshan down next to the injured veteran and shouted with red eyes, "But there's only one life.

My soldiers are a thousand times, ten thousand times more precious than the little Japs!"

His bloodshot eyes scanned all the veterans around him. "Listen up, everyone.

From now on! After a battle ends, the first priority: Finishing shots! Confirmation!

Every fallen enemy, as long as they aren't completely dead, give them another shot in the head for me. This is an iron rule~~

Whoever the hell dares to gamble with their own brother's life to save a single bullet again,

I'll be the first to shoot him!"

Lu Fan took a deep breath, suppressing his rage, and pointed at Li Zhenshan. "Li Zhenshan~~

You're supposed to be a veteran, but I see you're not even as good as a green recruit.

From now on, you're stripped of your rank and demoted to a regular soldier.

Your combat bonus for this trip is confiscated. If there's a next time, get the hell back to your hometown and farm!"

Old Li was scolded so much he couldn't lift his head, his face full of regret and self-reproach.

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "Boss! I was wrong! I'm sorry to my injured brother.

I, Li Zhenshan, accept the punishment without any complaints!"

He looked at his injured comrade, his eyes filled with guilt.

Lu Fan stopped looking at Li Zhenshan and personally crouched down to check the wounded soldier's injuries.

"Boss... it's fine... just a flesh wound... the bulletproof vest really works..." The injured member grinned through the pain.

With the help of the multifunctional glasses, he quickly checked the soldier at hand.

Fortunately, there were no serious injuries. After simple bandaging and treatment, the team began to move.

But then the question came: where should they go?