110: Chapter 110 Defend? I'll attack!

Chen Zhenbang quickly stepped forward and walked up to Mo Yufei, his expression sincere, filled with respect and gratitude.

"Brother!"

"For today's great kindness, I, Chen Zhenbang, and all the brothers in the battalion will never forget it."

"If not for you stepping in to turn the tide, we would certainly have all died for our country today, and the position would have been completely lost."

After saying this, his heart was filled with confusion.

This person's combat power was heaven-defying, his methods inhuman; he certainly didn't seem like an ordinary martial artist. Could it be, as the other soldiers discussed, that this person is an immortal?

On the battlefield, he was decisive in killing, possessed a heart for his country, was sworn to resist the Japanese Invaders, and his skills were unfathomable.

Chen Zhenbang hesitated for a moment, then sincerely asked.

"Forgive my presumption."

"We are all mortal, and have never seen such heaven-defying skills. I don't know where you come from, brother, or what kind of expert you are? I would like to report to my superiors and request a commendation for you!"

All the surrounding soldiers turned their heads, holding their breath as they waited for an answer.

Everyone held the same thought in their hearts: this was definitely a reclusive expert.

Or perhaps the legendary hero who had vanished from the world, as spoken of by storytellers, or even an immortal who had descended to earth to protect China.

Facing everyone's gaze, Mo Yufei's expression remained calm.

"This! Let's talk later; there are still a few locations I haven't cleared out yet. I'll be right back!"

Mo Yufei turned to look at the Robot Chief of Staff beside him, his speech steady and his instructions clear.

"Help them calculate the trajectory of the artillery shells, map out safe zones, and guide them to avoid the continuous shelling."

After handing over the defense of the position, Mo Yufei looked up toward the distant mountains and forests.

There, the sound of artillery was constant, and flashes of fire were visible; it was the location of the Japanese Army artillery position.

The killing intent in his eyes solidified. Hiding in the rear and bombarding from a distance—if they had the ability, they should fight one-on-one!

"I'll leave the position to you."

"I'm going to take out the enemy artillery position."

Continuous artillery fire was still raining down, dust and shrapnel flying everywhere, the entire front line scorched, burning hot, and in complete disarray.

Watching more than half of his battalion's soldiers dead or injured, and the survivors all physically exhausted and fighting with wounds, Chen Zhenbang immediately issued an order to retreat in a deep voice.

"All personnel, retreat! Fall back to the second-line trenches! Rest and reorganize on the spot, and avoid the artillery fire!"

The soldiers on the position immediately took action, helping the wounded and gathering scattered firearms, retreating backward in an orderly manner.

Everyone had the same thought: the first-line position had no cover or fortifications and couldn't withstand the continuous heavy artillery bombardment. Holding on would only mean throwing their lives away for nothing; retreating was the only way to survive.

Everyone on the field retreated, except for Mo Yufei, who stood in the center of the position, motionless.

He looked at the artillery fire raining down from the sky and watched the scattered remnants of the Japanese Invaders fleeing in panic, his tone straightforward and decisive: "No need to retreat."

Chen Zhenbang, who was leading the retreat, immediately stopped and hurried back, his face showing anxiety: "Brother, the first-line position is already ruined. Facing the enemy's full-scale artillery coverage, it's impossible to hold!

Staying here is meaningless; it will only increase casualties! Your abilities are strong, and you can destroy the enemy's artillery position, but you have to wait until the shelling stops to take action!"

Chen Zhenbang was very anxious. Having been in the military for many years, he was familiar with all battlefield tactics. Relying on fortifications to defend against the enemy and preserving one's effective strength was an unchanging principle of the battlefield.

In such a desperate situation, retreating to the second line to build up strength for a counterattack was the safest and most correct choice.

Mo Yufei's eyes were calm, and there was not the slightest ripple in his heart.

He knew very clearly that passive defense was always about taking a beating. With the enemy's artillery never stopping and reinforcements constantly arriving, hiding in the trenches and blindly holding on would only lead to being worn down to death or blown up by the endless stream of enemies.

Defense could not solve the problem; it would only endlessly consume their own troops.

Mo Yufei looked at the anxious Chen Zhenbang and stated his simplest and crudest battlefield logic: "Defense is not as good as killing."

"Kill all the invading enemies; if no one comes to attack the position, there's naturally no need to defend it."

Chen Zhenbang was stunned on the spot, momentarily speechless. He had never heard of such a subversive operational philosophy.

All tactical military arts emphasized maneuvering and waiting for the right moment to counterattack; no one had ever dared to abandon defense and actively hunt for enemies on an open battlefield filled with artillery fire.

But having seen with his own eyes Mo Yufei's ability to withstand heavy artillery and single-handedly slaughter the enemy's main force, he couldn't muster the slightest confidence to argue.

The surrounding soldiers who had stopped to watch were all shaken to their cores.

In their understanding, war was always about relying on trenches and cover to defend against the enemy; no one had ever dared to face the sky-filling artillery fire alone and actively penetrate deep into enemy territory to hunt down the remaining enemies.

The person before them completely transcended everyone's battlefield cognition.

Mo Yufei had no intention of explaining further; empty talk was useless. Only slaughter could end the war, and only clearing out the enemy could stabilize the position.

He turned and stepped out of the broken trench, no longer holding onto the small patch of the position, and officially began his full-scale roaming hunting mode.

Artillery shells kept exploding beside him, violent shockwaves sweeping over him, hot gravel and sharp shrapnel splattering everywhere.

Mo Yufei did not dodge or evade, his steps steady and calm. The artillery fire, shrapnel, and shockwaves landing on him caused not the slightest harm.

In his eyes, the heavy artillery fire the Japanese Army was so proud of was just useless noise, posing no threat whatsoever.

In the wilderness, gullies, low forests, and broken walls outside the position, a large number of Japanese Army remnants were scattered.

There were routed infantry fleeing, scouts hiding in ambush, and stragglers surviving with injuries; they were all hiding in concealed corners, quietly waiting for the artillery fire to weaken our defense line before regrouping to counterattack.

The blind spots that ordinary soldiers could hardly detect all fell into the electronic sensors of the Robot Chief of Staff, and the Chief of Staff immediately sent the information to Mo Yufei's wristband.

Mo Yufei moved quickly, weaving through the smoke and artillery fire, precisely locking onto every enemy hiding spot, his strikes clean and swift, without a hint of hesitation.

Behind a dirt mound, two Japanese Army remnants were crouching and reloading, preparing to ambush our retreating wounded soldiers.

Mo Yufei closed in instantly and swung his short blade; the two didn't even have time to make a sound before they fell to the ground and died.

Inside a deep gully, four wounded Japanese Army soldiers were huddled together, relying on the terrain to cling to life, waiting for reinforcements from the rear.

Mo Yufei leaped into the pit and said through the translation function of his wristband: "No need to wait for rescue; I'll send you home right now."

Then, with a backhand sweep of his blade, all four perished instantly, with not one surviving.

At the edge of the woods, a six-man Japanese Army scout squad was crawling low, holding binoculars to calibrate coordinates and provide precise strike points for the artillery in the rear.

They considered their concealment to be excellent, with no one noticing them.

Mo Yufei silently circled behind them.

He felt no pity in his heart; those who step on our Chinese territory and violate our position must die without exception.

Six successive clean close-quarters kills—throttling, throat-slitting, bone-breaking—were completed in one go. The entire scout squad instantly fell completely silent, wiped out in the woods without a sound.

Within the range of the Robot Chief of Staff's life-sensing system, this place became Mo Yufei's solo hunting ground.

Every breath of the Japanese Army sensed, every Japanese Invader hiding or fleeing, was cleared out one by one, leaving no future trouble.

In the second-line trenches, all the soldiers poked their heads out to look, their gazes locked tightly onto that solitary, killing figure in the wilderness.

The shock and admiration in everyone's hearts grew even more intense.

"This isn't defense at all; this is a one-sided crushing hunt!"

"The artillery fire can't hurt him, and the enemy can't hide; with him here, the Japanese Invaders can't possibly turn the tables!"

"I only used to hear storytellers talk about martial arts heroes and reclusive immortals; today, I've finally seen one in the flesh!"

The soldiers whispered among themselves. The exhaustion and panic that had originally been bred by days of bloody battles and continuous artillery fire completely dissipated, replaced by burning passion and the confidence of certain victory.