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

A Japanese company.

More than two hundred people, well-equipped.

Although there were also more than two hundred people on their side.

But the equipment is far inferior.

Even with terrain advantages and the element of surprise.

If the fighting goes poorly and we get bogged down by the Japanese, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Li Yunlong squatted down, picked up a twig, and started drawing on the ground.

"We've seen the terrain of Heifengkou. The gully isn't long, just over 300 meters, and there are slopes on both sides."

"We set up ambush positions on both slopes to create crossfire."

He tapped the ground a few times with his branch.

"If the Japanese company enters the ambush zone, their ranks will definitely be very long."

"The lead squad enters the gully, followed by the convoy, and then the rear guard squad."

"With this formation, the entire team might have to stretch for four or five hundred meters."

Zhou Tianyang also squatted down and took the branch from the ground to replenish it.

"The ambush positions should be used to concentrate fire on the Japanese company's command system and heavy firepower."

"The key is to take out the commander, machine gunner, and grenade launcher operator."

"If we take these out, the Japanese will fall into chaos."

"It's easy to remove it, the key is how to remove it."

Li Yunlong's brows furrowed into a knot.

"Our guns are too poor. The effective range of the Hanyang-made guns is only three or four hundred meters at most, and the accuracy is not good enough."

"It's too difficult to accurately take out the Japanese commander and firing positions at the very beginning of the ambush."

Zhou Tianyang put down the branch and stood up.

He walked to the corner of the yard and picked up the long, narrow object wrapped in old cloth.

Li Yunlong looked at him, wondering what he was up to.

Zhou Tianyang untied the cloth bag, revealing its contents.

A rifle.

But it's not an ordinary rifle.

Li Yunlong's eyes widened in surprise.

He put down the branch and stood up.

He walked up to Zhou Tianyang and stared intently at the gun.

The gun was long and sleek, with smooth lines. Above the barrel was something he had never seen before.

That was a scope, but Li Yunlong didn't recognize it.

All he knew was that this thing was unusual.

The stock was made of wood, but its shape was unlike any rifle he had ever seen.

The magazine area bulges out, making it look bulging.

"What kind of gun is this?"

Li Yunlong's voice was filled with surprise.

"M1C Garand semi-automatic sniper rifle."

Zhou Tianyang spoke calmly.

"A semi-automatic sniper rifle?"

Li Yunlong frowned; he didn't quite understand the word.

"Semi-automatic means you don't need to pull the bolt; you just pull the trigger once to fire a shot, and the bullet is automatically chambered."

"Sniping is simply attaching this scope."

"It can accurately strike targets from a long distance."

Zhou Tianyang raised his gun and looked out into the yard through the scope.

"The effective range of this gun is 800 meters."

"In other words, I can guarantee hitting a Japanese soldier within 800 meters."

Li Yunlong opened his mouth, but no words came out.

800 meters?

The best Type 38 rifle he had was only effective at a maximum range of 400 meters.

Any further and it will drift away; whether you hit it or not depends entirely on luck.

This gun has an effective range of 800 meters?

You don't even need to pull the bolt?

"Where did you get this gun?"

Li Yunlong pressed for an answer.

His gaze swept back and forth across the gun, as if trying to memorize every single part.

"Seized."

Zhou Tianyang answered without changing his expression.

Li Yunlong clearly didn't believe it.

"I've fought so many battles and captured at least 800 to 1,000 guns, but I've never seen a gun like this before."

"The design of this gun is neither that of the Japanese, nor ours, nor that of the Nationalist army."

"Where did you seize it from?"

Zhou Tianyang smiled but offered no explanation.

"Old Li, it's none of your business where I got it."

"As long as it can fight the Japanese devils, that's fine, right?"

Li Yunlong stared at him for a few seconds, but ultimately didn't ask any further questions.

These days, who doesn't have a few secrets?

The important thing is whether the gun works well, not where it comes from.

How accurate are you at hitting the target?

Li Yunlong asked, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

Zhou Tianyang did not answer.

He raised his gun and looked through the scope at the big willow tree outside the yard.

Several sparrows were chirping and hopping around in the willow tree. The distance was approximately 150 meters.

He pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out in the courtyard.

A sparrow fell from a tree, its feathers scattering in the air.

The remaining sparrows cried out and flew away.

They disappeared into the distant mountains and forests.

Li Yunlong was stunned.

He quickly walked outside into the yard and found the sparrow on the ground.

The bullet pierced right through the sparrow's body, almost cutting it in two.

One hundred and fifty meters, and hit a sparrow.

What kind of marksmanship is this?

Li Yunlong looked up at Zhou Tianyang, who was standing in the courtyard.

The twenty-year-old remained calm.

It was as if I had just done something insignificant.

"Zhou Xiaogui, when did you learn this marksmanship?"

Li Yunlong walked back to the courtyard and threw the sparrow on the ground.

His gaze swept over Zhou Tianyang.

Zhou Tianyang put away his gun, wrapped the sniper rifle in the cloth again, and slung it over his shoulder.

"Old Li, that's not the point."

"The key point is that with this gun, I can take out the Japanese commander and firing positions right from the start."

"The remaining Japanese troops are leaderless, so they'll be easier to deal with."

Li Yunlong remained silent.

He paced back and forth in the yard.

My mind was racing.

A rifle capable of accurate strikes from 800 meters away, and a marksman capable of hitting a sparrow from 100 meters away.

What does this mean?

This means at the very beginning of the ambush.

They were able to sever the Japanese command system.

The Japanese army company was organized with the company commander as the commander, usually holding the rank of captain or lieutenant.

In a company, the real command core consists of the company commander and a few squad leaders.

Once these commanders are eliminated, the Japanese will lose their unified command.

Each class and squad fights independently, resulting in a decrease in combat effectiveness of at least 50%.

In addition, there are advantages in terrain and the element of surprise.

The odds of winning this battle are not low.

Li Yunlong stopped and looked up at Zhou Tianyang.

How many bullets do you have?

"Two hundred rounds, armor-piercing rounds."

Zhou Tianyang answered.

"Armor-piercing rounds?"

Li Yunlong heard a new word again.

"A bullet that can penetrate steel plates."

"It's no problem to take down the Japanese armored vehicles and fortifications, and when it comes to shooting people, one shot can leave two holes."

Li Yunlong's lips twitched slightly.

Damn it, what kind of treasure did this kid capture?

Semi-automatic, sniper, and armor-piercing rounds—he'd never heard of these terms before.

"So, you think you can win?"

Li Yunlong stared at Zhou Tianyang.

Zhou Tianyang met his gaze.

His gaze was calm and resolute.

"They can fight."

How confident are you?

"Eighty percent."

Li Yunlong frowned.

"Just with a gun?"

"No, with our terrain, the element of surprise, the quality of our soldiers, and this gun."

Zhou Tianyang's tone was calm.

"Old Li, our soldiers are all veterans. They've fought and seen blood. Their mental fortitude and combat skills are top-notch."

"Although our equipment is a bit inferior, as long as we use the right tactics and launch ambush battles, we won't lose to the Japanese."

Li Yunlong remained silent for a long time.

He squatted on the stone bench, smoking one cigarette after another.

Cigarette butts were scattered all over the ground, and smoke filled the yard.

Zhou Tianyang did not urge him.

He knew this would take time.

This is one of the most difficult decisions a commander can make.

To fight or not to fight, to gamble or not to gamble.

If you win the bet, you'll rise to the top in one step.

If you lose the bet, you're doomed.

The courtyard was very quiet.

About fifteen minutes later.

Li Yunlong stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.

He walked up to Zhou Tianyang, his eyes piercing.

"Zhou Xiaogui, I've made a lot of decisions in my life."

"Some are right, some are wrong."

"But there's one thing I've never regretted."

He paused, his voice lowering.

"The bold get rich, the timid starve."

Zhou Tianyang looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"So, fight?"

"beat!"

Li Yunlong slammed his hand on the stone table.

"Damn it, the bold get rich while the timid starve."

"This is the only saying I've ever believed in."

"If we don't eat the fat meat that the Japanese devils have delivered to our doorstep, we'd be doing God a disservice!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

"Then let's fight."

The two exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same light in each other's eyes.

That was an almost insane confidence.

Go ahead to dangers.

This is who they are.

Li Yunlong turned and walked out of the courtyard.

"Let's go, gather everyone, and hold a mobilization meeting!"

Less than fifteen minutes.

More than two hundred soldiers assembled in the courtyard in the middle of the village.

The courtyard was small, but it was packed with people.

The soldiers, carrying rifles, stood in two square formations.

On the left is the New First Regiment, and on the right is the New Second Regiment.

Although it was a temporary reorganization, the ranks were neat and the room was completely silent.

Li Yunlong stood on a large rock in front of the threshing ground.

His gaze swept across the soldiers' faces.

He recognized most of these faces.

He led the soldiers of the first battalion for more than two years, and he could call out the name of every single one of them.

Which one is from which place, and which year did they join the army?

He knew exactly what battles he had fought.

As for the soldiers of the new Second Regiment, although they were not very familiar with each other, their faces looked familiar.

We're all from the 772nd Regiment, we've all worked together, who doesn't know who?