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

the next day.

3 PM.

At the threshing ground in Lijia Yu.

One hundred and fifty soldiers lined up.

They were handpicked from three battalions, and each one was a top-notch individual with excellent physical fitness, marksmanship, and reaction time.

Some of them still had a touch of childishness on their faces, but their eyes already possessed the composure that only veterans have.

They stood in the threshing ground, carrying M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the 150 people one by one.

Behind him stood three battalion commanders: Zhao Wenlong, Tian Chengjun, and Sun Shengli.

The three men all wore solemn expressions, as if they were sending their most prized disciple off to war.

Zhao Wenlong opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he could only manage to utter one sentence.

"Commander, be careful."

Zhou Tianyang smiled but did not reply.

Instead, he turned to look at the 150 soldiers and spoke.

"Comrades, tonight I'm taking you to pull off a heist."

"At the Wangjiaping stronghold, a small Japanese squad of fifty or sixty men is blocking our route to the west."

"It's time to pull this nail out."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"The tactics we're using this time are different from before."

"We don't rely on sheer numbers to charge in; we rely on equipment, tactics, and precision strikes."

"Your guns are better than the Japanese soldiers', your training is more thorough than theirs, and your tactics are more flexible."

"Therefore, we must not only win this battle, but win it beautifully."

The threshing ground was very quiet.

One hundred and fifty pairs of eyes were fixed on him, but no one spoke.

But everyone stood up straighter.

"Set off."

Zhou Tianyang waved his hand and turned to walk towards the village entrance.

One hundred and fifty soldiers lined up in two columns and followed behind him, their steps perfectly synchronized.

After leaving the village, the group headed west along the mountain road.

The mountain road winds and twists, with continuous mountains and ravines on both sides, and the setting sun casts long shadows on them.

Zhou Tianyang walked in the middle of the group, mentally reviewing the battle plan he had rehearsed countless times the night before.

From Lijia Yu to Wangjia Ping, it's about 30 li of mountain road, which can be reached in an hour and a half by brisk march.

After reaching the outpost's perimeter, the troops will rest in a thicket about two kilometers away from the outpost.

Once it's completely dark, then we'll meander south along that little river.

This small river is a natural blind spot for the Wangjiaping outpost.

When the Japanese were building their stronghold, they probably thought that river was a natural barrier.

As long as they stay close to the riverbank and get within 200 meters of the stronghold, the Second New Regiment's firepower advantage can be fully utilized.

The sky gradually darkened.

After the group crossed the last mountain ridge, Zhou Tianyang stopped and squatted behind a large rock, looking into the distance.

About two kilometers ahead, the outline of the Wangjiaping outpost was faintly visible in the twilight.

The watchtower was three stories high, with a dim yellow lantern hanging on top.

It can only illuminate a small area around the pillbox.

The watchtower was surrounded by a wall more than two meters high, with two layers of barbed wire on the outside of the wall, and beyond the barbed wire was open farmland.

"Rest where you are and talk about it when it's completely dark."

The orders were passed down one after another.

One hundred and fifty soldiers spread out silently, lying down behind bushes and rocks, as if they had melted into the night.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind a large rock.

He took the sniper rifle off his back and set it up in front of him, observing the activity at the outpost through the scope.

A sentry was walking around on the third floor of the watchtower, his blurry silhouette illuminated by the firelight.

But the sentry just paced back and forth, his gaze always fixed on the open areas to the north and east.

He would occasionally glance south, but only briefly.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Tianyang stood up from behind the rock and made a gesture behind him.

One hundred and fifty soldiers stood up silently. No one spoke, no one made a sound, and even their breathing was suppressed to a minimum.

"Walk."

Zhou Tianyang's voice was very soft.

The team began to move south, following the almost dried-up ditch at the foot of the mountain, heading towards the Wangjiaping stronghold.

Zhou Tianyang walked at the front, followed by the temporary detachment commander, Ma Yong.

He was a veteran whom Zhou Tianyang had brought out from the 772nd Regiment.

He fought alongside me for several years and has the most experience.

The river meanders and twists, sometimes as wide as ten meters, and sometimes so narrow that you can cross it in just a few steps.

The bushes on both sides of the river are dense and intertwined, so that people have to crouch down to avoid getting their faces scratched when walking through them.

But it is precisely these bushes that provide the best cover; from the outside, it is impossible to tell that someone is hiding in the riverbed.

The group moved forward silently, taking about forty minutes.

Zhou Tianyang stopped, raised his right fist, and the group immediately came to a halt.

He lay on the ground and peered through the gaps in the bushes toward the outpost.

The pillbox was now in sight, about 300 meters away, and the outlines of the walls and barbed wire were clearly visible.

There were no sentries to the south.

The sentries on the third floor of the watchtower were still pacing back and forth, their eyes fixed on the north.

Zhou Tianyang gestured behind him.

Ma Yong crept up from behind and squatted down next to him, and Zhou Tianyang lowered his voice.

"Lead two squads, get to the barbed wire fence, cut it down, then quickly disperse and take up firing positions."

"Yes."

Ma Yong turned around and crawled backwards.

In less than three minutes, twenty soldiers silently emerged from behind him.

They worked in pairs, crept along the riverbank in the shadows towards the barbed wire fence.

Zhou Tianyang crouched behind a large rock, set up his sniper rifle, and aimed the crosshairs of the scope at the head of the sentry on the third floor of the pillbox.

Ma Yong led his men to a point about 20 meters in front of the barbed wire fence, stopped, and lay down to observe for about two minutes.

After confirming that no sentries had been alerted, he gestured behind him.

Several soldiers quickly cut the barbed wire.

The moment the barbed wire was cut.

It made an extremely faint clicking sound, but this sound was completely masked by the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind in the night.

The soldiers moved extremely quickly, cutting the barbed wire without pausing for a moment.

They immediately spread out to both sides, close to the ground, and each found a shooting position.

Ma Yong was lying at the very front.

He ripped open the cut barbed wire, creating a narrow opening just wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.

He glanced back in Zhou Tianyang's direction, then quickly made his way towards the stronghold's perimeter wall.

The wall is about two meters high and is made of a mixture of blue bricks and mud. Its surface is rough and uneven, making it easy to climb.

Twenty soldiers, divided into four groups, silently approached the base of the wall.

Ma Yong was the first to reach the corner, pulled a grenade from his waist, held it in his hand, and waited for everyone behind him to be in position.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind a large rock, the crosshairs of his scope firmly fixed on the head of the sentry on the third floor of the pillbox.

The sentry had just reached the fence on the north side of the blockhouse, his back to the south, and was looking out at the distant farmland.

He clearly didn't notice anything unusual.

Zhou Tianyang did not rush to fire.

He was waiting, waiting for everyone to be in position, waiting for all twenty soldiers to be pressed against the base of the wall.

Wait until the Japanese soldiers in the pillbox are at their most relaxed.

Time passed by, second by second.

About five minutes later, Ma Yong made a gesture in his direction.

Everyone is in place.

Zhou Tianyang took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, holding his breath.

His finger gently pressed the trigger, and the crosshairs were firmly positioned on the head of the sentry on the third floor of the watchtower.