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After thoroughly beating up Xiong Squad Leader and the others, Qin Dali swaggered away from the scene with a few brothers, leaving behind several Taiwan Soldiers who were wailing in despair, wondering who they had offended. The guys from the Seventy-Ninth Regiment were hitting hard, and it was terrifying! Who beats someone just for fun? Take the great Xiong Squad Leader for example; aside from his head being beaten into a big mess, not a single hair was harmed elsewhere. This method of beating someone is nothing but blatant teasing. If he wanted to, he could probably poke your acne with just one finger and leave you in a world of hurt.
After leaving the scene, Qin Dali and his group certainly did not return to the tavern to continue drinking. Xiong Squad Leader and his crew were naturally unable to go back either, which was a shame since Boss Wan had prepared a pot full of beef and pork tendons. It seemed that only Boss Wan would enjoy it, but after eating so much spicy food, Cuihua at Boss Wan's place... probably needed a hearty meal.
After leaving the town, Qin Dali and his group stealthily made their way up the mountain. Avoiding the guards was incredibly easy for them. There were two regiments stationed on the mountain: the Sixty-Fourth Regiment, responsible for outer perimeter security and the overall safety of Yin-Yang Mountain, and the Seventy-Ninth Regiment, which was solely tasked with guarding the tomb of Former President Jiang Zhongzheng. Usually, these two regiments operated independently without interference; not only did their leaders dislike each other, but even their soldiers would glare at each other when they crossed paths. The Seventy-Ninth Regiment had been stationed at Yin-Yang Mountain since the tomb of Jiang Zhongzheng was built there. Initially meant to guard the tomb, some within the Taiwan Authorities later opposed this, claiming that President Jiang Jiwen had invested too much in guarding it and suggested that only one company should be stationed nearby. However, Jiang Jiwen would not weaken the military presence; if someone were to secretly dig up his father's remains to feed wild dogs, how could he maintain his power?
Thus, Jiang Jiwen devised a clever plan: he built a nursing home for old officials at Yin-Yang Mountain, effectively imprisoning retired officials there. This way, he not only maintained but actually increased the military presence at his father's tomb under the guise of protecting Taiwan's meritorious officials.
The original tomb guards, the Seventy-Ninth Regiment, were directly under Jiang Jiwen. Their leader, Sun Gang, looked down on the later-arriving Sixty-Fourth Regiment. To him, they were just a rabble that could never compare to his elite troops. When Hong Xiaoyi, leader of the Sixty-Fourth Regiment, first came to visit Sun Gang, he was met with indifference and left with nothing but cold tea. Although Hong Xiaoyi had risen through connections—his brother-in-law being a division commander in the Mingguo Party—he still held disdain for what he considered an inferior faction. Thus began a rivalry between the two regiments; they avoided each other while competing for superiority. Soldiers from both sides often exchanged harsh words and even threw punches, but as soldiers, they never dared to escalate things too far.
The camp of the Sixty-Fourth Regiment was located at the foot of the mountain since they were primarily responsible for outer security, while the camp of the Seventy-Ninth Regiment was halfway up where Jiang Zhongzheng's tomb was situated. After sneaking up the mountain, Qin Dali and his group headed toward the camp of the Seventy-Ninth Regiment. Comparatively speaking, their camp was much more fortified than that of the Sixty-Fourth Regiment, being an elite force.
The group hid in some bushes outside the camp for over an hour before finally figuring out the patrol patterns. There were three groups of patrols that crossed paths around the camp; basically every fifteen minutes one group would pass by them. Each patrol group consisted of twelve men armed with rifles and equipped with walkie-talkies for communication with other groups and command posts. Given this situation, it would be quite challenging to take action; there were only five of them against twelve fully armed soldiers. If even one patrolman got away to sound an alarm, it would alert the entire Seventy-Ninth Regiment. The intervals between patrols were short—only fifteen minutes—so they had no more than ten minutes to act before another group arrived. It was indeed a daunting challenge to subdue twelve armed soldiers in such a short time.
Knowing full well there were dangers ahead yet still heading toward them was part of Beng Hu Camp's consistent strategy; if something posed no difficulty at all, they wouldn't bother with it. So after one group passed by, Qin Dali quickly assigned roles among his five men and led them into ambush positions along the patrol route to wait for the next group.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly until a patrol group appeared in their line of sight. They held their breath as it drew closer. Just as this group came within mere steps of them, Qin Dali suddenly waved his hand, and like hunting cheetahs, they pounced on the patrolmen.
The strategy employed by Qin Dali was to incapacitate their ability to shoot before anything else. He had observed that each patrol consisted of twelve men arranged in four rows of three; in front was one man with a walkie-talkie clipped to his left shoulder. This meant each member of their five-man team would need to take on about three patrolmen each. The plan was simple: as soon as they ambushed them, each brother would target one row—three patrolmen—and strike without needing to kill immediately or even having time for that; they just needed to slash at their right hands with their combat knives since most people pull triggers with their right index fingers. Injuring their right hands would slow down their ability to shoot temporarily and buy time for further actions.
The entire process went remarkably smoothly as they leaped out from behind bushes toward their assigned targets. The patrolmen barely noticed anything until it was too late—they found themselves surrounded by attackers. The four brothers from Beng Hu Camp executed Qin Dali's orders flawlessly; they didn't move anywhere else but simply raised their knives to slash at those patrolmen's right hands. Upon seeing an attack coming, instinctively they raised their hands to protect vital areas; this played right into their attackers' hands as "swish"—a deep cut appeared on one patrolman's right hand after another. After successfully injuring them without lingering in battle, they moved on to attack another patrolman whose rifle was slung over his shoulder; taking it down required some time during which defeat became inevitable.
At this point, however, true devastation awaited them: after snatching away the walkie-talkie from that middle patrolman in front, Qin Dali flipped his knife and began dealing with matters decisively—each thrust aimed precisely at non-lethal areas like thighs or buttocks! After completing their initial assault successfully, all four brothers swiftly joined in on creating wounds as gleaming combat knives flashed through air amidst splattering blood and cries filled with agony echoed around them until moments later only injured men remained scattered on ground.
Seeing that their objective had been achieved, Qin Dali waved his hand: "Withdraw!" The group quickly ran down the mountain and vanished into darkness in no time. However cleanly executed their actions might have been, traces remained for those from the Seventy-Ninth Regiment. What traces? A button fell onto ground—a button complete with threads—specifically designed for use by the Taiwan Army; it had been snagged off during their earlier scuffle with Xiong Squad Leader back in town's alleyway. Believing that those from the Seventy-Ninth Regiment wouldn’t be incompetent enough not to notice this button’s significance—this piece would undoubtedly become key evidence in solving this case.
After leaving the hospital in Guokan that day, Lijie boarded a bus heading to Abayir, dragging her still-recovering body. She wanted to personally visit Yin-Yang Mountain. She couldn't believe that Xin Yi would just abandon her like this. She was unwilling to accept it; she had to find Xin Yi. Even if he was already dead, she needed to bring his remains back to Heavenly Pride Nation. She absolutely would not allow her beloved to be buried in a foreign land. Upon arriving in Abayir, Lijie prepared some supplies needed for the mountain and then rented a vehicle to go directly to the small town at the foot of Yin-Yang Mountain.
After resting for a few hours in the town's inn until midnight, Lijie packed her supplies and set off on the path up Yin-Yang Mountain. Due to the need to avoid the mountain's guards and her still fragile health, by the time she reached the summit, dawn was breaking. The peak of Yin-Yang Mountain was still very windy. As Lijie reached the top, she was hit by a fierce gust that made her feel an immediate chill, as if the wind could pass right through her body. Even her heart felt cold and desolate...
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