Chapter 109: Fool
Li Banqiao was still unclear, but once he chose to pay, his identity had already been exposed right under Zhao Gang and Kong Jie’s watchful eyes.
He stood in place, waiting for Su Ming and the others behind him.
Once the group reached ten people, they excitedly stepped through the arched doorway.
A flash of light appeared before them, and suddenly they found themselves in a desolate, dilapidated place.
The scene was shrouded in a dull, grayish hue.
Everywhere, people were running busily.
Boom!
The sound of an explosion startled the group.
“What are you doing here?” a sharp voice demanded.
Li Banqiao spun around and saw a man in tattered military uniform, his face smeared with blood, shouting at them.
Several others also stood up from the trench.
Several gun barrels were aimed at their group.
His heart skipped a beat.
Why wasn’t there any warning? Wouldn’t these people automatically assume they were on the same side?
“We’re here to fight the devils!” Su Ming shouted loudly.
Glancing at the barrage of bullets, he noticed the live stream was still ongoing. Feeling a surge of amazement, he quickly turned his gaze back to the soldiers facing them.
“Yes, we’re comrades!”
“We’re here to kill the devils!”
“Damn those evil devils!”
...
One by one, the ten people spoke out.
They tried to convince the soldiers opposite that they were allies.
Only Li Banqiao remained silent.
Everyone looked at him.
He hurriedly said, “Yes, kill those devils!”
Zhao Gang and Kong Jie exchanged glances in front of the monitors.
Even in this era, those devils were still cunning and sly.
Before the Eight Route soldiers could respond, a piercing whistle suddenly sounded.
“Hit the deck!” someone shouted.
Boom!
Shells exploded beside them, instantly killing three people.
Their bodies did not disappear.
Their eyes were wide open, still showing expressions of shock and fear.
However...
Li Banqiao saw several wisps of white smoke rising from them, taking the shape of those very men.
They all had their mouths agape, looking bewildered and astonished.
Some even reached out to touch their own bodies.
They seemed to be communicating, though Li Banqiao couldn’t hear their voices.
Was this the spectator mode?
The soldiers seemed oblivious to it.
Su Ming also scrambled to his feet.
He quickly checked his phone.
The live broadcast was still ongoing.
He quietly exhaled and said, “These devils are really brutal, they killed several of us right away!”
He looked again at the white figures and told the live audience, “Everyone see those guys? They were blown up—now they’re probably in spectator mode.”
“Say, if I die, will I turn like that? It’d be great if it could be streamed live,” he hoped, but also felt regretful. “Too bad I can’t risk trying; if I really die, that would be tragic.”
The viewers in the live stream were equally shocked.
“Terrifying!”
“Is this a real battlefield?”
“The devils really are inhuman!”
“Thank the country; peace is truly precious.”
“I wish I could go and fight those damn devils!”
“What are you still standing there for? Come kill the devils!” an Eight Route soldier shouted at them.
Although wary of these strangely dressed newcomers who had suddenly appeared, seeing that the devils’ bombs had knocked them down, the soldiers guessed they were not enemies.
Desperate for reinforcements, the Eight Route soldiers had no choice but to urge them forward.
Su Ming quickly crawled into the trench.
Li Banqiao was a step ahead, having already grabbed another rifle.
The two of them fired at the distant devils.
Bang!
Bang!
Su Ming’s two shots went skyward.
“What the hell are you doing? Save your bullets!” an Eight Route soldier yelled at Su Ming.
Li Banqiao, meanwhile, shot down one devil soldier after another.
An officer nodded approvingly at him.
Li Banqiao smiled proudly but quickly restrained himself.
He felt his smile was inappropriate.
To his left, another man, whom he regarded as a rival, also took down a devil soldier with precise shooting.
Li Banqiao’s fleeting pride vanished immediately.
He felt he had met a worthy opponent.
Bang, bang!
Two more shots.
Li Banqiao killed two more devils.
His blood boiled; this was what a man was meant to do.
He pulled the trigger again…
Click!
No ammo left!
His expression changed.
Not far from him came a loud shout: “Brothers, bayonets fixed!”
“Charge the devils with bayonets!” another shouted.
The battlefield echoed with the sound of the bugle.
The ragged Eight Route soldiers surged forward relentlessly.
Some only took a few steps before collapsing.
Li Banqiao hesitated.
He glanced to his right.
Su Ming was lying in the trench, yelling, his buttocks stuck in place, unable to climb out.
He then looked to his left.
The man he considered a rival was already expertly fixing his bayonet and charging into the gunfire with the main force.
“Scavenging scraps won’t get me anywhere near the front,” Li Banqiao thought fiercely. “I’m all in!”
He mimicked the man’s bayonet technique and charged forward.
He made it through smoothly, not felled by the devils’ gunfire.
The two sides clashed in close-quarters combat.
“Damn you, little devils!” he heard a voice in front of him.
It was a young soldier in tattered uniform, half his buttocks exposed.
The man fiercely plunged his bayonet into a devil’s abdomen.
His own chest was already pierced, chilling him to the bone.
Another devil soldier lunged at Li Banqiao.
His heart leapt as he shouted, “Don’t move, friend!”
An ally?
The devil soldier hesitated.
Li Banqiao seized the moment, drove his bayonet into the enemy’s belly, twisted it, and pulled it out.
He did the same to two more devil soldiers.
Though his thigh was bleeding profusely from a stab wound, he felt exhilarated.
A real man belonged on the battlefield!
Though this battle was not what he had imagined, he was too bloodthirsty to care.
The bayonet fight lasted over ten minutes.
Not a single devil soldier remained standing.
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