Chapter Thirty: A Bountiful Harvest, Utter Satisfaction!

It was as if they feared that Gu Shoufu wouldn’t truly die. In the instant Chen Qingzhi blew apart Gu Shoufu’s head with a single shot, another gunshot rang out, almost simultaneously—a bullet struck Gu Shoufu’s heart with unerring precision. It was Fang Xiaodong, delivering the coup de grâce.

Two fatal blows: the heart and the brain, both pierced. The heart shattered instantly, torrents of blood pouring out, organs ceasing their function in a moment. And the head—destroyed by the bullet, brain tissue obliterated. No one could survive such devastation; Gu Shoufu was no exception. The moment Chen Qingzhi’s bullet struck his head, Gu Shoufu died instantly, beyond any hope of rescue. He was dead—utterly, irreversibly dead.

With Gu Shoufu’s demise, Chen Qingzhi had achieved his goal. Now was the time to reap the rewards.

The sharp reports of two gunshots echoed like the overture of a symphony. Immediately after, the whistling of shells flying through the air followed in quick succession.

“Mortars, three rapid rounds! Quick!”

As soon as Chen Qingzhi fired, the soldiers stationed two kilometers away began loading the mortars. One shell after another was launched directly at the Japanese troops.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” Three shells crashed down on the Japanese, who hadn’t yet had time to react, exploding in a torrent of destruction.

Only now did the Japanese officers realize what had happened. They saw their division commander, who had been smiling moments before, suddenly decapitated, and the thunder of exploding shells rang in their ears. Their expressions changed drastically.

“Damn it! We’re under artillery fire! Get down!”

But it was too late.

The 62mm mortar shells landed with perfect accuracy nearby. As they exploded, shrapnel tore through the surrounding Japanese soldiers, sending many to the ground, screaming and writhing in agony. Some were unlucky enough to be killed outright by the blasts.

Those officers who managed to avoid the shells shouted in desperation, “Damn it! What’s happening? Why? Why is this happening?”

While they shouted, another barrage struck.

The officers who had survived the first round barely had time to feel relief before the next shells came. Three 62mm mortars, though small in caliber, were aimed at an area less than a few dozen meters across. The destruction was immense.

After three rapid rounds, most of a Japanese squad lay dead or wounded. Many officers were caught in the explosions, their bodies obliterated.

After the bombardment, a few surviving officers stared blankly at the shattered earth and the bodies strewn everywhere. Their eyes were vacant, devoid of any spark.

Several minutes passed before they came to their senses. Looking at Gu Shoufu’s ruined corpse and the bodies of several high-ranking officers, their faces turned pale.

Gu Shoufu had come to inspect, accompanied by most of the Sixth Division’s senior officers, including regimental and brigade commanders. Now, they had been annihilated.

If word of this reached their superiors, they were finished.

Realizing this, the officers exchanged desperate glances and shouted, “Pursue them! After them!”

“Kill them!”

The surviving Japanese soldiers, led by officers nearly driven mad, charged after their foes. But Chen Qingzhi had already withdrawn.

When they arrived, all they found were traces left by the mortars’ recoil—no sign of a single person.

The officers, seeing this, fell to their knees with a thud, their eyes empty, faces ashen, without a drop of color.

The Sixth Division’s commander, Gu Shoufu, had been killed by the enemy. Most of the division’s senior officers had died before their very eyes, and the killers had escaped. Their superiors would never forgive this.

Only one path remained: the path to death.

They were finished—utterly finished.

…

After reuniting with Huzi, Chen Qingzhi was still immersed in overwhelming joy. He opened the system, and several prompts sounded in quick succession.

“Congratulations, host, for killing Gu Shoufu, Lieutenant General, commander of the Japanese Sixth Division. You have earned one hundred thousand points!”

“Congratulations, host, for killing Ji Jing Detaro, Brigadier General, commander of the Eleventh Brigade under the Japanese Sixth Division. You have earned fifty thousand points!”

“Congratulations, host, for killing Shimono Kazuo, Brigadier General, Chief of Staff of the Japanese Sixth Division. You have earned fifty thousand points!”

Each time a general was killed, the system notified him. Three Japanese generals dead, totaling two hundred thousand points, plus several regimental commanders killed by the explosions, earning him several tens of thousands more.

This operation not only eliminated the infamous Gu Shoufu, but also earned over two hundred thousand points!

Including the points earned from destroying a Japanese regiment at the Zhonghua Gate battlefield, his total had surpassed five hundred thousand!

Name: Chen Qingzhi

Rank: Major

Points: 583,620

Five hundred eighty-three thousand points!

Seeing this number, Chen Qingzhi couldn’t help but gasp.

More than half a million points—how many weapons and supplies could he trade for that?

With such a fortune, Chen Qingzhi could equip an army to the teeth!

The sudden windfall made him feel as if he’d been struck by a mountain of gold.

Indeed, a horse cannot grow fat without feeding at night. He had endured so much at the Zhonghua Gate, holding the line for so long and finally wiping out a Japanese regiment for thirty thousand points. Yet a single assassination, killing several Japanese generals, had netted him two hundred thousand!

It was almost too easy.

The points were more than sufficient. Now, Chen Qingzhi’s most urgent desire was to quickly recruit enough soldiers, arm them, and prepare for the upcoming Battle of Xuzhou.

Forcing himself to suppress his excitement, Chen Qingzhi closed the system interface.

He saw all the warriors’ faces aglow with excitement; evidently, Fang Xiaodong had already shared the news that the Sixth Division’s commander had been killed.

When the soldiers heard this, they were incredulous.

My god, they had killed a lieutenant general and two brigadier generals!

What did that mean?

Since the outbreak of the War of Resistance, the Republic’s forces had never killed a Japanese general—rarely even a colonel.

Now, they had slain the Japanese Sixth Division’s commander—a feat of monumental merit!

If word spread, the entire Republic would be shaken!

Even now, some soldiers could hardly believe it.

Thinking back, since they had followed Chen Qingzhi in the bloody battle at Zhonghua Gate, they had blocked a Japanese regiment with a single battalion, then counterattacked with fewer than two hundred men, annihilated a Japanese regiment, and captured its flag.

That was already astonishing enough.

And now, in retreat, they encountered the Japanese division commander—and killed him!

Such luck was almost miraculous.

At this thought, all the soldiers couldn’t help but marvel in their hearts: “Fighting under such a commander is truly exhilarating!”