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

"Bang."

A crisp gunshot pierced the night sky.

The bullet struck the sentry precisely in the head, and he fell forward.

They climbed over the railing of the third floor of the watchtower.

He fell from a height of more than ten meters and hit the ground with a dull thud.

Gunshots are the signal.

At the very moment the gunshot rang out.

Ma Yong forcefully pulled the safety pin on the grenade.

He paused for less than two seconds in his hand, then threw it into the yard inside the wall.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded in the middle of the yard, shrapnel flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen grenades flew into the yard from all sides of the wall at the same time, and explosions rang out one after another.

The entire Wangjiaping stronghold was instantly engulfed by gunfire, explosions, and flames.

"Rush!"

With a loud shout, Ma Yong was the first to climb over the wall.

Twenty soldiers followed closely behind, carrying M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles and rushing into the courtyard.

They moved extremely quickly, taking less than three seconds from scaling the wall to landing, and then immediately scattered to find cover.

The gun barrels were pointed at the entrance to the first floor of the pillbox and the houses on both sides of the courtyard wall.

The Japanese soldiers in the stronghold were completely stunned.

The sentry on the third floor of the pillbox was shot dead; the grenades in the courtyard had them no time to react.

The Japanese soldiers who were resting on the first and second floors of the pillbox were awakened by the explosion.

Some rushed out with guns in hand, not even having time to put on their clothes.

But what they faced was not the sparse firepower of the traditional Eighth Route Army, where soldiers fired one shot at a time.

"Da da da da da da!"

The roar of the MG42 general-purpose machine gun echoed in the night.

The sound was like a giant beast tearing something apart.

An MG42 was positioned at the breach in the wall, its muzzle spitting out a tongue of fire more than a foot long, bullets pouring out like water.

The bullets hit the firing ports on the first floor of the pillbox and the bricks and stones of the courtyard wall.

They fired at the Japanese soldiers who had just rushed out of the pillbox.

As soon as a Japanese soldier poked half his body out, his chest was pierced by seven or eight bullets at the same time.

He flew backward, crashed into the wall behind him, and slid softly to the ground.

Another Japanese soldier tried to run out through the side door.

He had only run three steps when he was shot down by a burst of bullets and collapsed on the threshold.

The Japanese soldiers on the second and third floors of the pillbox began to return fire through the firing ports.

But as soon as they poked their guns out, they were spotted by Zhou Tianyang's sniper rifle.

"Bang!"

A Japanese sergeant who was setting up his gun behind the firing port was shot in the head.

His body fell backward from the firing port, and the Type 38 rifle in his hand fell onto the stairs.

Then a second shot rang out.

Another Japanese soldier who tried to occupy the firing port was shot through the shoulder, screamed and retreated, never daring to show his face again.

The outcome of the battle was never in doubt from the very beginning.

The firepower advantage of the new Second Regiment was brought to its fullest extent at close range.

The M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle has a rate of fire three to four times that of the Japanese Type 38 rifle.

More than one hundred soldiers opened fire at the same time.

Bullets instantly covered the entire stronghold, making it impossible for the Japanese soldiers to even raise their heads.

The battle lasted less than ten minutes.

After the last Japanese soldier hiding on the second floor of the pillbox was shot dead by Zhou Tianyang, the stronghold fell completely silent.

More than twenty Japanese soldiers lay scattered in the courtyard, and more than a dozen lay dead at the entrance and on the steps of the first floor of the pillbox.

Most of the rest died from grenade explosions and a hail of bullets.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, a pungent and unpleasant odor.

Ma Yong walked out of the entrance on the first floor of the pillbox, carrying an M1 Garand rifle.

He strode up to Zhou Tianyang, stood at attention, and saluted, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Commander, the entire stronghold has been wiped out!"

"A whole squad of fifty-three Japanese soldiers was wiped out!"

"Our soldiers suffered zero casualties!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, put away his sniper rifle, and strode into the courtyard.

His gaze swept over the corpses and shell craters, landing on the Japanese flag in the center of the pillbox.

The flag was riddled with bullet holes and hung crookedly on the flagpole.

He walked over, ripped off the Japanese flag, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

"Clean up the battlefield and take everything usable with you."

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

"Leave no ammunition, food, or medicine in the pillbox."

"Blow up this stronghold, blow up the pillbox."

"yes!"

Ma Yong turned around and shouted to the soldiers.

"Follow me, everyone in a line!"

"Move all the supplies out of the pillbox!"

"Second platoon, go check the bodies and collect all usable ammunition and equipment!"

"Third row, go outside and keep watch!"

One hundred and fifty soldiers responded to the call and sprang into action, each with their own assigned tasks and moving swiftly.

Ma Yong led dozens of soldiers into the first floor of the pillbox.

Inside were several boxes of bullets, dozens of grenades, several bags of rice, and several boxes of canned goods.

Although the quantity is not large, it is important given the current shortage of supplies.

Every grain of rice and every bullet is a treasure.

In less than twenty minutes, all the supplies were moved into the yard and piled up in several heaps.

Ma Yong squatted down next to the supplies, quickly counting them on a piece of paper, his expression growing increasingly satisfied.

Thirty-seven Type 38 rifles, one Type 96 light machine gun, and more than five thousand rounds of ammunition were captured.

There were more than sixty hand grenades, as well as several boxes of canned goods and medicine.

Zhou Tianyang did not go to see the supplies.

He was standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor of the pillbox, watching the soldiers busy in the courtyard.

The system notification sound from earlier kept echoing in his mind.

[Ding! One Japanese sergeant killed. 50 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese soldier killed. 5 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese machine gunner killed. 20 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese corporal killed. 30 points awarded.]

……

I earned a total of about 300 points.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly.

Although it's not much, every little bit counts; even a mosquito's leg is meat.

More importantly, the battle went too smoothly.

Shunde gave him a clearer understanding of the combat capabilities of the new Second Regiment.

The M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle demonstrated a greater firepower advantage in close-quarters combat than he had anticipated.

The suppressive power of the MG42 general-purpose machine gun is even more terrifying.

When that thing started making noise, the Japanese soldiers didn't dare to look up at all.

He walked down the stairs into the courtyard and said to Ma Yong:

"Does the ammunition depot in the pillbox have any heavy weapons?"

Ma Yong shook his head.

"Reporting to the commander, we have no heavy weapons."

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

It's normal for a small squad's outpost to lack heavy weapons.

He turned and looked at the watchtower, then said to Ma Yong:

"After loading the supplies, blow up this pillbox."

"yes!"

Ma Yong turned and ran towards the soldiers.

"Load the supplies, get ready to blow up the pillbox!"

Dozens of soldiers ran into the pillbox.

Some captured explosives and grenades were piled up at the base of several load-bearing columns of the pillbox.

Ma Yong personally inspected the area, then pulled the fuse and retreated outside the yard.

Everyone in the courtyard evacuated, retreating to a safe distance of over 100 meters.

Ma Yong lit the fuse.

The fire quickly spread to the entrance on the first floor of the pillbox.

A few seconds later, a dull thud shook the ground.

The watchtower split open in the middle, and bricks and mud collapsed down like a waterfall, raising clouds of dust.

Within seconds, the entire pillbox was reduced to a pile of rubble, with only half of the crooked wall remaining standing.

Zhou Tianyang looked at the pile of ruins and let out a long sigh of relief.

The Wangjiaping stronghold no longer exists.

"withdraw."

He turned and walked towards the south bank of the river.

The soldiers, carrying bags of supplies, followed behind him in two columns, quickly disappearing into the night.

On the way back, the soldiers were noticeably more relaxed than when they arrived.

Although no one spoke, their steps were noticeably lighter than when they arrived.