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The Liu Family Fort stronghold was in complete disarray.

Broken bricks and charred wood were scattered all over the ground.

The air was still thick with the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood.

The soldiers of the two regiments were busy with their own tasks.

Those cleaning up the battlefield, those moving supplies, and those counting ammunition each performed their duties.

Zhao Wenlong personally led several soldiers to search through the ruins, leaving no corner untouched as to whether supplies might be hidden.

On the other side of the New First Regiment, Wang Desheng's men were not to be outdone.

Both sides were busy, but neither side took over the other's work.

Each occupies its own area and does not disturb the other.

Zhou Tianyang stood in the middle of the stronghold on the open ground that was cratered by artillery shells.

His gaze swept over the piles of captured supplies, and he silently made plans in his mind.

Li Yunlong had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his face beaming with satisfaction.

He glanced at the pile of supplies, then exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Zhou, kid, do you think I'll be able to hold my head high in front of the brigade commander after this battle?"

Li Yunlong grinned, his tone full of smugness.

"A stronghold of over a hundred Japanese soldiers was wiped out in no time!"

"Once this battle report is sent to brigade headquarters, won't the brigade commander praise me a bit?"

Zhou Tianyang glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh.

"Old Li, when did you become so ashamed to face the brigade commander?"

"Haven't you always held yourself in such high regard?"

Li Yunlong chuckled but didn't reply.

Zhou Tianyang turned to Zhao Wenlong and shouted:

"After the supplies are inventoried, load them onto the trucks as soon as possible. We must get back to Lijia Yu before dawn."

"The news of the Liu Family Fort stronghold being destroyed will spread by dawn."

"If the Japanese send a rapid deployment force, we'll be in trouble while they're still on their way."

Zhao Wenlong nodded, then turned and ran back to the ruins to direct the loading of the trucks.

Seeing this, Li Yunlong also put out his cigarette and shouted at Wang Desheng.

"Desheng, hurry up!"

"Stop dawdling!"

An hour later.

The two units each carried the captured supplies.

They withdrew from the Liujiabao stronghold along the same route they had come from.

Zhou Tianyang led the new Second Regiment's company back along the original route through the woods to the east.

Li Yunlong's new regiment headed towards Shinian Village.

The two teams briefly met at a fork in the road outside the stronghold.

Li Yunlong patted Zhou Tianyang on the shoulder.

"Zhou kid, if there's another battle like this next time, I'll definitely call you in again."

The two exchanged a glance, then each led their teams and disappeared into the night.

On the way back, Zhao Wenlong walked beside Zhou Tianyang, his steps lighter than when he came.

He held back for a while before finally speaking.

"Commander, after this battle, the reputation of our New Second Regiment will spread far and wide."

"First it was Wangjiaping, then it was Liujiabao."

"In just a few days, we destroyed two Japanese strongholds and annihilated nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers."

Zhou Tianyang did not respond immediately.

He walked for a while, looked up at the starlight in the sky, and then slowly spoke.

"We don't fight for fame."

"It's so that the people in this area can live a peaceful life, and so that the Japanese devils know that we are not to be trifled with."

"If we take Liujiabao today, the Japanese will send reinforcements from elsewhere tomorrow."

"If we don't establish sufficient deterrence in this area, we can't sustain ourselves for long with just a few victories."

Zhao Wenlong listened and nodded thoughtfully.

"So, what's our next step?"

Zhou Tianyang remained silent for a few seconds, mentally reviewing the current situation in southeastern Shanxi.

"Let's play it safe for now."

"After these two battles, the new recruits will also need time to digest the combat experience."

"After returning, the entire group will rest for three days and resume training."

"We'll see how things go in three days."

Zhao Wenlong responded and did not ask any further questions.

He simply strode forward to keep up with the group.

It was a little after 4 a.m.

The outline of Lijia Yu finally came into view ahead.

The sentry at the village entrance spotted the group from afar and hurried over to greet them.

Seeing that it was Zhou Tianyang leading the team back, they quickly moved to the side of the road.

Zhou Tianyang walked into the village. The threshing ground was quiet, and the soldiers who stayed behind were still asleep.

Zhao Wenlong directed his soldiers to move the captured supplies into the warehouse.

Zhou Tianyang walked into the regimental headquarters and sat down at the table.

Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh of relief.

The next morning.

On the threshing ground, soldiers from the three battalions continued their morning exercises and training as usual.

Although the soldiers who went to attack Liujiabao last night didn't return until the early hours of the morning, they didn't get any rest.

Apart from the few soldiers who had suffered minor injuries and were receiving treatment and dressing changes at the medical station.

Everyone else lined up in the threshing ground.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the entrance of the regimental headquarters, looking at the soldiers.

Sunlight shone on the threshing floor.

The light shone on those young and resolute faces.

He watched for a while, and was about to turn around and go back into the house when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

After playing in Liujiabao last night.

They were too busy arranging the evacuation, inventorying supplies, and leading the team on their way.

After returning, I went through the battle summary and the care of the wounded again, and didn't get to sleep until dawn.

It seems I haven't had time to check my system points.

Zhou Tianyang turned around and walked back into the house, closing the door behind him.

He sat down at the table, picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"System, open my properties panel."

[Host: Zhou Tianyang]

Age: 20

[Position: Commander of the 2nd New Regiment, 386th Brigade, 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army]

[Physical condition: Human limits]

Strength: S-rank

Speed: S-class

Endurance: S-level

Reaction: S grade

Recovery ability: S-rank

【Skill:】

Intermediate Firearms Proficiency (Upgradeable)

Basic Combat Mastery (Upgradeable)

Beginner Japanese (upgrades available)

【arms:】

M1C Garand semi-automatic sniper rifle (with M84 optical sight)

Current points: 38157

[Host's Overall Evaluation:]

Individual combat capability: S+ level

Tactical command ability: Level B (Needs improvement)

Zhou Tianyang stared at the score number, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

38,157 points.

He remembered clearly that after redeeming all the equipment last time, his remaining points were 36836.

In the battle at Wangjiaping, I gained over 300 points.

The battle at Liujiabao was even bigger, and he served as the commander-in-chief.

The system awarded him a substantial reward for his contribution to the battle.

More than 800 points.

The two battles combined increased the points by more than 1,300.

Although it wasn't as satisfying as the assassination of Kiyoshi Kazuki.

But this steady growth actually made him feel more at ease.

After all, assassinating a Japanese lieutenant general is a rare and unpredictable event.

Attacking strongholds and removing enemy strongholds are the daily tasks of the new Second Regiment.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze lingered on the points balance for a moment before he closed the panel.

He stood up and walked back to the door.

Training continues on the threshing floor.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the front of the First Battalion's ranks, leading the soldiers in shooting practice.

Tian Chengjun was correcting the new recruits' shooting techniques at the Second Battalion.

Sun Shengli's voice came from the direction of the Third Battalion; what was he shouting again?

Points are static, but people are dynamic.

No matter how good the guns are or how many units there are, in the end, it still depends on these people to fight, to struggle, and to take down the Japanese strongholds one by one.

The battle at Liujiabao last night, in which all 112 Japanese soldiers were wiped out, is the best proof of that.

Zhou Tianyang turned around, walked back to the table, sat down, and picked up a pen.

Start writing the recent training plan.

Outside the window, the chanting continued.