Chapter 002: Killing the Enemy

He suddenly felt a surge of intense pleasure, not expecting to personally kill those despised enemies in this era; even if he were to die immediately, it would be worth it!

Zheng Yong knew that they could not understand what he was saying, and he did not need them to understand. He strode to the edge of the cliff, glanced at the approaching enemies, and then smiled slightly before leaping down into the abyss without a trace of hesitation

The beard and the scholar were the first people they encountered upon arriving in this era. However, within less than ten minutes of their acquaintance, they perished, dying so heroically, just like the true heroes they had read about in books before.

Zheng Yong slowly stood up from behind the cover. Upon seeing this, the enemy soldiers also ceased their firing and leisurely surrounded him from several directions

Brother, if you want to stay alive, don't forget to offer incense for me and Huzi

With a bang, the gun fired

Not long after he left, the enemy charged forward, and then he heard the curses of Huzi and Xiucai. Following that, a loud explosion erupted from behind, and he knew that Huzi and Xiucai must have perished together with the enemy.

It seems that he has been infected by Huzi's mannerisms, as Zheng Yonglian's tone when cursing has started to resemble Huzi's. He found a stone for cover and, in quick succession, shot down two enemy soldiers.

However, there is no point in worrying about that now; at most, I might miss the target and be mocked by this bearded man once again

... ...

"Come on now." Huzi interrupted him, saying, "If we keep you here, even if Xiu and I manage to survive and return, do you think the director would let us off? Everyone knows the director is notoriously..."

As he spoke, Huzi unexpectedly kicked him in the backside. Zheng Yong, caught off guard, rolled down a low slope. At that moment, he heard the scholar exclaiming loudly:

Zheng Yong was momentarily taken aback, but quickly said: "No, Huzi, my marksmanship is decent. I will stay here to hold them off..."

What was even more terrifying was that Zheng Yong suddenly realized there was no road ahead; a cliff had appeared before him

He gritted his teeth and carefully put away the oil paper package, but where could he take this thing? And where is the director of the - picture - book?

After the acrid smoke cleared, Huzi and Xiucai were left dumbfounded; Jin Shunzi had indeed been shot dead by Zheng Yong, falling into a pool of blood without uttering a sound

In the air, he is like a majestic eagle soaring high in the sky

"Beard!" As he spoke more and more audaciously, the scholar loudly interrupted him. He then took out a well-wrapped item in oiled paper from his bosom and handed it to Zheng Yong, giving a wry smile as he said:

... ...

Zheng Yong stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. Then, as if on fire, an intense pain surged from his left shoulder; he had been shot. This was Zheng Yong's first sensation.

Huzi opened his mouth wide and looked at Zheng Yong, as if he still dared not believe what he had seen. After a while, he finally said: "Kid, you, you are quite something..."

Brother, this person Huzi is just like that. You have endured a lot of his scolding these days. Don't take it to heart; both Huzi and I are already doomed. Huzi is not entirely wrong; if we lose you, the director will eventually eliminate us all. Moreover, brother, this '200 Plan' was earned with our lives, so no matter what, you must definitely hand it over to the director!

The enemy clearly realized that the person they were pursuing had reached a dead end, and their footsteps began to slow down.

While pressing the bullet with the gun, Huzi continued in a mocking tone, "Who else could it be? It must be our Young Master Zheng who will charge out."

He cannot betray the trust of the bearded man and the scholar, even though he does not know their surnames or given names.

Unfortunately, he suddenly realized that he was out of bullets. Zheng Yong let out a bitter laugh; this beard was truly worthless, and he didn't even think to give himself a few more rounds. When I meet that beard in the underworld, I will be the first to not let him off the hook

Zheng Yong took the oiled paper package, believing that he and that "Director" must have some special connection. Moreover, what Huzi said was likely true, that the Director was "notoriously ruthless," which was why the two of them dared not abandon him

He pulled a Japanese Type 10 hand grenade from his pocket, struck the fuse, paused for three seconds, and then threw it with force. With a loud "boom," the gunfire quieted down slightly

The gunfire from the Japanese continued to ring out behind him, while Zheng Yonghe occasionally fired back with two shots, yet he dared not pause for even a moment. He kept telling himself that he could not die; he absolutely must not die here

This remark caused both individuals to turn their heads. The tone of the bearded man clearly conveyed a sense of disdain: "Just you? Forget it, a pampered young master like you, do you think you could even hit someone standing in front of you?"

Damn it, come on, I will fight you all!

The dense hail of bullets kept Zheng Yong suppressed, unable to raise his head. This was his first time killing, yet he strangely found that he felt not a trace of fear. Could it be that he was indeed suited for this line of work

He took a long breath and slowly raised the box cannon. To say that during his time at the military academy, he had always ranked among the top in shooting assessments, and had handled many types of firearms, but this antique box cannon he had only seen in books. Now that it was in his hands, he truly felt uncertain about whether he could hit the target with a single shot.

He had not finished speaking when the sound of gunfire erupted again, more intense than before, interspersed with the frantic shouts of Japanese officers. About twenty Japanese soldiers slowly advanced towards them.

Damn it, I am a person who has died once; do I still fear death in the face of *pictures* and *books*? I would rather die than fall into the hands of you wretched dogs!

The scholar and the others found him quite impressive as he raised the gun, all filled with curiosity... Looking outside once more, Jin Shunzi was still there, passionately persuading the surrender with spittle flying everywhere

Before he could open the door, the gunfire from the Japanese resumed. As he shot, the bearded man shouted, "Get lost, get the hell out of here, don't let me die in vain!"

It is evident that one's identity is indeed somewhat special, perhaps the son of some high-ranking official, which explains why these people, who usually thrive on the edge of danger, look down upon him. Zheng Yong did not argue with him, but assessed that the person named Jin Shunzi was just within range.

"Beard, we cannot all perish here." Taking advantage of this moment, the scholar calmly said, "We must find a way to send out the '200 Plan.' Let two people stay here to hold off the Easterners, while one person rushes back. Otherwise, when the Easterners press in from behind, even if we want to escape, we won't be able to, Beard!"

Zheng Yong glanced down, where a great river was rushing beneath the cliff, as if Death itself had opened its mouth wide, waiting for a life to fall from above.