Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

The puppet army leader snorted.

He walked over to the mule and patted the sacks.

"What are you pretending to be?"

"Grain and cloth are worthless things."

The middle-aged man smiled obsequiously, took out a few silver dollars from his pocket, and stuffed them into the hand of the puppet army leader.

"Boss, could you do me a favor?"

The puppet army leader looked down at the silver dollar in his hand and a smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, let's go."

He waved his hand and made way for him.

The middle-aged man quickly led the mule forward.

The caravan followed behind, quickly passing through the checkpoint.

Zhou Tianyang followed at the very back, not giving the puppet soldiers a second glance.

After leaving the town, the middle-aged man let out a long sigh of relief.

"Damn it, I've lost money again."

He cursed, his voice tinged with heartache.

"These puppet troops are even more ruthless than the Japanese soldiers."

"At least the Japanese had some discipline, but these puppet troops are just a bunch of vampires."

Zhou Tianyang remained silent.

He had no good feelings towards the puppet troops.

These people are supposed to be protecting ordinary people.

The results of it?

He became a traitor and then turned around and harmed his own people.

These kinds of people are even more hateful than the Japanese devils.

The caravan continued on its way.

After walking for about two hours.

The sky gradually darkened.

The middle-aged man stopped and looked around at the terrain.

"Let's spend the night in that village up ahead."

He pointed to a village in the distance.

"I know that village well. The village chief is a nice guy. Let's stay at his house for the night and leave early tomorrow morning."

The caravan entered the village and settled in the village chief's courtyard.

Zhou Tianyang followed the caravan and found a corner in the courtyard, where he sat down against the wall.

The middle-aged man unloaded a bag of grain from the mule and handed it to the village chief.

"Brother, thank you for your help."

The village chief accepted the grain and nodded.

"Don't mention it, you guys have it tough too."

He turned and went into the house, bringing out a pot of porridge.

"Have something to eat. It's nothing fancy, but don't be picky."

The caravan members gathered around the stove, each holding a bowl of porridge.

Zhou Tianyang also held a bowl of porridge, squatted in the corner, and slowly drank it.

The porridge was very thin, with only a few grains of rice in it; it was mostly water.

But in these days, being able to have a bowl of hot porridge is already a great blessing.

After finishing his porridge, Zhou Tianyang leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and prepared to rest.

……

Two days later.

That is, the morning of the 30th.

The caravan was traveling on a dirt road.

Ahead, the outline of Taiyuan City can already be seen.

Looking at the city, Zhou Tianyang felt a mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Taiyuan.

The capital of Shanxi Province.

The once prosperous city has now fallen under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Brother, Taiyuan is just ahead."

The middle-aged man stopped and turned to look at Zhou Tianyang.

"Are you coming into town with us, or...?"

Zhou Tianyang shook his head.

"No, let's part ways here."

He walked up to the middle-aged man and handed him the Hanyang rifle.

"Thank you, fellow villager."

The middle-aged man took the rifle and looked at Zhou Tianyang.

"Brother, be careful, you're all alone."

"There are many Japanese soldiers and puppet troops in Taiyuan City."

"Can you find that relative of yours?"

Zhou Tianyang smiled.

"We should be able to find it."

The middle-aged man nodded and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's good."

"Take care of yourself."

Zhou Tianyang nodded and turned to walk in another direction.

His direction was not Taiyuan City.

It is located to the north of Taiyuan City.

The direction of Guangshe Airport.

The middle-aged man watched Zhou Tianyang's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

"Let's go."

He turned around, led the mule, and continued walking towards Taiyuan City.

The caravan followed behind, gradually disappearing into the distance.

……

It was a little after 3 p.m.

Zhou Tianyang had arrived at the outskirts of Guangshe Village.

He stood behind an earthen embankment, looking ahead.

Guangshe Village is located there.

From the outside, the village does indeed look very dilapidated.

Most of the roof tiles on several roofs had fallen off, and in some cases, even the roof beams were exposed, leaning crookedly.

The village was quiet; there was no human voice, no crowing of roosters, and no barking of dogs.

Zhou Tianyang did not rush into the village.

He squatted behind the earthen embankment, his gaze sweeping from the east end of the village to the west end, and then from the west end to the south end.

The layout of the village is similar to what Tian Chengjun described.

To the north is a forest, to the south are farmlands, to the east is a small river, and to the west is a dirt road.

The village is situated at a higher elevation than the airport, and from within the village, one can indeed overlook the entire airport.

I observed for about fifteen minutes.

Then, crouching low, he quickly made his way towards the village along the ridges beside the farmland.

Zhou Tianyang walked slowly, stopping every few steps to look ahead and listen to the sounds around him.

This area was under Japanese occupation, and the Japanese soldiers' attention was focused on the airport and Taiyuan city.

But in such an empty village, it's hard to guarantee that puppet troops or other people won't occasionally come by for a stroll.

He must be careful.

When we were less than 100 meters from the village.

Zhou Tianyang observed for a few more minutes to confirm that there was nothing unusual before continuing his search towards the village.

After entering the village, he began to observe the situation inside.

The village is laid out in a north-south direction, with a main road in the middle and various courtyards on both sides of the road.

Zhou Tianyang walked north along the main road, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the rooftops on both sides.

He was looking for a place, a suitable sniping position.

After walking about a hundred meters, he stopped.

There is a courtyard on the left. Most of the courtyard wall has collapsed, but the main house inside is still standing.

The main house stood out prominently among the surrounding bungalows.

The roof is flat, and you should be able to see the entire airport from up there.

Zhou Tianyang climbed over the partially collapsed courtyard wall and entered the courtyard.

The door was ajar; he pushed it open and went inside.

It was empty inside, with nothing there. A thick layer of dust covered the floor, and cobwebs clung to the corners of the walls.

He walked to the top of the stairs, looked up, and saw that the stairs were still there, though somewhat dilapidated, but still accessible.

He climbed the stairs, step by step.

The roof is flat and is about ten square meters.

He looked south.

Guangshe Airport is right in front of us.

Looking south from here, you can see the entire airport.

The runway runs east-west, with the terminal building and barracks at the east end and the hangar and ammunition depot at the west end.

There is an open space in front of the terminal building.

The open space was surrounded by barbed wire, and there were bunkers at the four corners, each with a heavy machine gun mounted on it.

The control tower is located on the south side of the runway. It is a three-story building with a lookout tower on the top, where people can be seen walking around.

Zhou Tianyang shifted his gaze from the control tower to the open space in front of the terminal building.

There were several trucks parked there, and some Japanese soldiers were walking around, some loading and unloading goods, and some standing guard and patrolling.

He began to estimate the distance.

The distance from Guangshe Village to the airport terminal is approximately 650 to 700 meters.

This distance is within the effective range of the M1C Garand.

If the wind speed and lighting were right, he was confident he could hit the target with one shot.

But he still needs to find a better sniping position.

This spot offers a good view, but it's also too exposed.

He needs to find a better place.

A place where one can both conceal oneself and facilitate an escape.