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

Li Yunlong walked to the front of the group.

With a wave of his hand.

"Set off!"

More than two hundred people were divided into two columns.

They marched out of the village in a grand procession.

Zhou Tianyang walked in the middle of the group, carrying the sniper rifle on his back.

The mountain road was full of potholes, and dust flew up when you walked on it.

But the soldiers' steps remained perfectly steady, maintaining an orderly formation.

It took about half an hour to walk.

Black Wind Pass is already in sight.

Li Yunlong stopped and turned around to look at the troops.

"As planned, everyone to your positions!"

More than two hundred people began to disperse.

According to the pre-arranged division of labor, each person rushed to their respective ambush positions.

On the steep eastern slope, there was a platoon of soldiers.

They quickly climbed the hillside and began searching for a firing position.

On the gentle western slope, there were two platoons of soldiers.

They dispersed and hid behind bushes and weeds.

The soldiers lay prone on the position, holding their guns in front of them, aiming the muzzles at the dirt road at the bottom of the ditch.

They were covered with weeds and branches.

From a distance, it's impossible to tell that someone is hiding here.

Li Yunlong stood behind a tree on the gentle western slope; this was his command post.

From here, you can overlook the entire valley and enjoy a wide view.

Zhou Tianyang stood next to him, carrying a sniper rifle.

Zhou Tianyang took the sniper rifle off his back.

He propped the gun up on a rock, aiming the muzzle at the eastern end of the gully.

That was the only way for the Japanese soldiers to enter the ambush zone.

He observed the situation at the bottom of the ditch through the scope.

Within a range of 800 meters, every detail at the bottom of the ditch can be seen clearly.

There's a pit and a rock.

He memorized every suitable hiding spot.

Looking at his serious expression, Li Yunlong suddenly asked.

"Zhou Xiaogui, tell me the truth, how confident are you really?"

Zhou Tianyang did not look up; his eyes remained fixed on the scope.

"Ninety percent."

"What about the remaining 10%?"

Li Yunlong pressed for an answer.

"One in ten is an accident."

Zhou Tianyang looked up at him.

"Unexpected events in battle are always unpredictable."

"But all I can do is minimize the probability of accidents."

Li Yunlong nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

He just held it in his mouth, like it was a habit.

A habit to calm yourself down.

Time passed by, second by second.

The soldiers lay motionless on the position.

Occasionally, birds fly overhead, chirping sweetly.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the direction of the ditch mouth.

Finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

Zhou Tianyang lay motionless behind the rock, his eyes pressed against the scope.

The sniper rifle barrel rested steadily on the rock.

He had already adjusted the focus of the scope, and the field of view was clear.

The center of the cross on the dividing line was aligned with the large rock at the eastern end of the gully.

If the Japanese convoy wanted to enter this ditch, that big rock was the only place they could pass.

He was confident that he could find the Japanese commander the moment they appeared.

Li Yunlong stood behind the tree, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His gaze swept back and forth across the bottom of the ravine and the slopes on both sides, as he went over the battle plan in his mind again and again.

Every step was running through his mind.

Which platoon is responsible for which direction, and which company is responsible for which target.

When to open fire, when to charge, and when to retreat.

Everything was arranged perfectly.

"It should be fine."

He silently recited a sentence in his mind.

But then he shook his head.

On the battlefield, there are no "shoulds".

Just then.

A faint sound of footsteps came from below the hillside.

A figure emerged from the bushes, crouching low, and quickly ran towards Li Yunlong's position.

He was a scout.

Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes.

The scout ran up to him, crouched down, and lowered his voice.

"Commander, the Japanese troops are about 800 meters away from Black Wind Pass."

His breathing was a little rapid, but his voice remained clear.

"It's the same squadron, five trucks, with infantry escorts in front and behind."

Li Yunlong nodded and turned to look at Zhou Tianyang.

"Eight hundred meters to go."

Zhou Tianyang looked up from behind the scope, his gaze steady.

"Based on the Japanese army's marching speed, they will arrive in about fifteen to twenty minutes."

Li Yunlong turned around and glanced at the soldiers on the gentle slope to the west.

"Pass down the order: all personnel, prepare."

The orders were passed down one after another.

……

the other side.

It is located about 800 meters east of Heifengkou.

Five Japanese trucks were slowly driving along the dirt road.

A machine gun was mounted on the roof of the truck, and the machine gunner looked around warily.

There were about fifty Japanese infantrymen at the front and back of the convoy.

They carried Type 38 rifles on their backs, forming two columns, and marched along both sides of the road.

These Japanese soldiers were all seasoned veterans with extremely high combat skills.

Although they were on the march.

But everyone's eyes were observing their surroundings.

The gun barrel was always pointed in the direction where enemies might be hiding.

Inside the cab of the first truck.

There was a person sitting there.

Ichiro Watanabe, Captain.

Company commander of a transport company of an independent mixed brigade of the Japanese army.

He was in his early thirties and of medium build.

He had a square face and a typical Japanese soldier's mustache above his lips.

At this moment, he was leaning back in his seat.

Holding a map in his hand, he hummed an unknown tune.

It was a folk song from his hometown, with a melodious tune and a touch of homesickness.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

He was in a good mood.

The amount of supplies being transported this time is quite large.

Five hundred Type 38 rifles, twenty thousand rounds of ammunition, and one thousand hand grenades.

In addition, there were 5,000 jin of grain and dozens of boxes of canned goods.

Although there weren't many medicines, only a pitiful few boxes.

But under the current circumstances.

This batch of supplies is already quite substantial.

Several outposts along the way were waiting for this batch of supplies.

Especially the rifles and ammunition, which were exactly what the front lines desperately needed.

Thinking about all this, Watanabe Ichiro couldn't help but smile.

Delivering this batch of supplies safely is another achievement.

Perhaps this will even lead to another promotion.

He was promoted from captain to major.

He put down the map and turned to look out the window.

Outside the window are rolling mountains and ravines, with bare loess and sparse vegetation.

This is already in the heart of southeastern Shanxi.

Ichiro Watanabe was no stranger to this land.

For several months, he escorted supplies back and forth between various outposts.

They were already quite familiar with the terrain along the way.

"Hmph, the scenery in China is actually quite interesting."

He muttered to himself, his tone tinged with disdain.

Just then.

The convoy suddenly stopped.

Watanabe Ichiro leaned forward.

I almost hit the windshield.

His brows furrowed sharply.

"Baka!"

He cursed, reached out and pushed open the car door, then jumped out.

The vanguard of the convoy has stopped.

The small team at the very front.

We are currently stopped outside the mouth of the ditch, not daring to move forward.

Several Japanese soldiers, guns at the ready, watched the ditch ahead warily.

Watanabe Ichiro strode to the front of the group, his face grim.

"What happened?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of authority.

A young Japanese soldier jogged over, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Reporting to Captain!"

"Ahead lies a ravine with complex terrain, flanked by hillsides covered in shrubs, making observation difficult."

The soldier's voice sounded somewhat tense.

"We suspect that Chinese troops may be lying in ambush and request to conduct fire reconnaissance."

Upon hearing this, Watanabe Ichiro's expression changed from gloomy to angry.

He stared at the soldier, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"Fire reconnaissance?"

His voice rose a few decibels.

"What's in your head?"

"Is it paste?"

The soldier lowered his head in fear and dared not utter a sound.

Watanabe Ichiro pointed to the ravine ahead, his voice growing louder and louder.

"What time is it now?"

"The Imperial Army is carrying out a nine-pronged attack, with its main force clashing with the Chinese army on the front lines."

"Those Eighth Route Army guerrillas are being driven back by the Imperial Army, and they are hiding in all directions."

"Who would dare to set up an ambush here?"

His finger almost poked the soldier's nose.

"You want me to conduct reconnaissance with firepower here?"

"A waste of ammunition? A waste of time?"

"Do you think the Imperial Army has too much ammunition?"

"Don't you feel like you have too much time?"

The soldier's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his body trembled slightly.

"Your Excellency, I simply..."

"What are you?"

Watanabe Ichiro interrupted him with a cold laugh.

"You're just a coward!"

His tone was full of contempt.

"Even if there's a small group of Eighth Route Army soldiers here, so what?"

"How many bullets could those beat-up guns they have?"

"How many of them have received formal training?"

"Our company has more than 200 men, and we are well-equipped with light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers and all kinds of weapons."

"Even if they really have set up an ambush here, what can they do to me?"

His voice grew louder and more impassioned.