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

"The Imperial Army's fighting power!"

"How can those guerrilla guerrillas compare?"

"Our soldiers are all battle-hardened veterans."

"Our equipment is ten times better than that of the Chinese army."

"Even if we encounter an ambush today, we can easily crush it!"

He turned around and glanced at the soldiers around him.

"Don't you agree?"

"yes!"

The surrounding Japanese soldiers answered in unison.

Watanabe Ichiro nodded in satisfaction.

Then he turned his head and looked at the soldier who was still trembling.

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The soldier stood at attention, saluted, and then ran back to his position.

Ichiro Watanabe strode back to the first truck and jumped into the cab.

He sat down and straightened his uniform.

Then he said to the driver.

"Full speed ahead!"

"Get through this ditch!"

"Hi!"

The driver nodded and started the engine.

The truck roared and slowly drove forward.

Four trucks followed.

The infantry escort regrouped and followed on either side of the convoy.

Ichiro Watanabe leaned back in his chair.

He started humming that little tune again.

His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, keeping a rhythm.

In his opinion, the little incident just now was not worth mentioning at all.

Even if those Eighth Route Army guerrillas really came, what could they do?

Their equipment was poor, their training was poor, their supplies were poor—everything was poor.

The Imperial Army inflicted heavy defeats on the Chinese army on the main battlefield.

These local guerrillas don't even have the qualifications for a direct confrontation.

They can only hide deep in the mountains and carry out sneak attacks and harassment.

To put it bluntly, they're just a bunch of clowns.

Watanabe Ichiro thought of this.

A slight, disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

2:15 PM.

At this speed, we can reach our destination before dark.

After delivering the supplies, we'll have a good meal at the outpost, drink some sake, and get a good night's sleep.

We'll return tomorrow; it'll be another easy escort mission.

These days couldn't be more comfortable.

……

Black Wind Pass.

On the gentle western slope, behind a large tree.

Li Yunlong stood behind the tree, his eyes fixed on the mouth of the ditch.

His ears were perked up, listening to the sounds in the distance.

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

His breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was slow.

His body remained completely still, like a stone.

"Boom!"

The roar of a truck engine could be heard in the distance.

The sound grew closer and clearer.

Li Yunlong's pupils contracted slightly.

"They're here."

He said in a low voice.

Zhou Tianyang's finger rested lightly on the trigger.

Through the scope, he could already see the end of the ditch, where dust was billowing.

That was dust kicked up by the convoy.

A few seconds later.

The cab of the first truck appeared at the mouth of the ditch.

The car has a green front, and two figures can be vaguely seen behind the windshield.

A driver was sitting in the driver's seat.

A Japanese military officer was sitting in the passenger seat.

Captain (or equivalent)

Zhou Tianyang aimed the crosshairs of his scope at the officer's head.

But he did not pull the trigger.

The time is not right.

The main force of the Japanese troops has not yet fully entered the ambush zone.

Firing now would alert the enemy.

We have to wait until the entire Japanese convoy enters this ditch.

Once all the Japanese soldiers were inside the ambush area.

Only then can we fire and wipe them all out.

"Stay calm."

Li Yunlong said in a low voice.

I don't know if I was telling Zhou Tianyang or telling myself.

The first truck slowly drove into the bottom of the ditch.

The car wasn't going fast, about 20 miles per hour.

Inside the truck's canvas cover, some supply crates could be vaguely seen.

Then, the second, third, fourth, and fifth vehicles followed in turn.

The trucks maintained a distance of about thirty meters from each other.

Japanese infantry guards closely followed on both sides of the convoy.

Their eyes scanned the hillsides on either side, their fingers on the triggers.

But no one discovered the ambush on the hillside.

The soldiers' camouflage was superb.

Weeds, shrubs, and branches completely obscured them.

Even if the Japanese soldiers came within fifty meters, they might not be able to see it.

The first truck had already reached the middle of the ditch.

The second and third vehicles followed closely behind.

The fourth and fifth vehicles also entered the ditch.

The entire convoy has entered the ambush zone.

Li Yunlong took a deep breath.

His gaze swept across the entire ditch.

The convoy has fully entered.

The ambush positions on both sides of the hillside are all in place.

The soldiers' fingers were already on the triggers.

We're just waiting for that command.

He turned to look at Zhou Tianyang.

Zhou Tianyang remained lying behind the rock, his eyes pressed against the scope.

His breathing was steady, and his body remained completely still.

Li Yunlong did not urge him.

He knew that Zhou Tianyang was waiting.

Wait for the best time.

The first truck continued driving forward.

They were less than 100 meters from Li Yunlong's command post.

Through the scope.

Zhou Tianyang could clearly see the face of the captain in the driver's seat.

He had a square face, a small mustache, and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

His lips were moving, as if he were humming something.

Zhou Tianyang gently pressed the trigger.

The center of the crosshairs was firmly aimed at the officer's head.

The first truck drove to a point about fifty meters from the command post.

The captain's face was so clear in the scope that every single eyebrow was visible.

Just then.

Watanabe Ichiro seemed to sense something.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping towards the hillside on the left.

But there was nothing there.

Only the bushes and weeds swayed gently in the breeze.

His brow furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed again.

Perhaps I'm overthinking it.

He shook his head and continued humming a little tune.

Zhou Tianyang held his breath.

His index finger gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out in the silent mountain valley.

The sound echoed through the valley, startling the birds in the forest.

Inside the cab of the first truck.

Watanabe Ichiro's head suddenly tilted to the side.

A bloody hole appeared on his temple.

The bullet entered his left temple and exited from his right.

Blood and brain matter splattered on the windshield, a horrifying sight of red and white.

His body slumped in the seat, his eyes still open.

A faint smile still lingered at the corners of her lips.

He didn't even have time to react.

He was already dead.

The little tune stopped forever on the last note.

The moment the gunshot rang out.

The whole world seemed to stand still.

Then, things instantly erupted into chaos.

at the same time.

The system's voice echoed in Zhou Tianyang's mind.

[Ding! One Japanese captain killed. 100 points awarded.]

Zhou Tianyang didn't bother checking his points.

His finger was already on the trigger, ready to fire again.

"beat!"

Li Yunlong roared.

He fired the first shot with his Mauser pistol.

On the gentle western slope, two platoons of soldiers simultaneously pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted in the ravine, the sound echoing through the valley.

On the steep slope to the east.

A platoon of soldiers, positioned on higher ground, also opened fire at the same time.

Bullets rained down from both sides of the hillside.

Like two streams of iron intersecting, they formed a dense net of fire.

The Japanese troops at the bottom of the ditch were completely stunned.

The first round of shooting came too suddenly and too fiercely, without any warning whatsoever.

The Japanese soldiers, marching in orderly steps, still maintained their marching formation.

The moment the gunshot rang out.

Before they could even react, the bullets were already there.

"what!"

A Japanese soldier screamed in agony.

A bullet pierced his chest, blood gushed out, and his body slumped to the ground.

The other soldier next to him was still confused about what was happening.

A bullet struck him in the head.

He fell straight down.

A Japanese machine gunner is carrying a Type 11 light machine gun and walking in the middle of the column.

Upon hearing the gunshot, his instinct was to crouch down and find cover.

But it was too late.

A bullet came from his left and hit his shoulder.

He groaned and staggered.

The machine gun slipped from his hands and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, two more bullets flew in.

One bullet hit his thigh, and another hit his abdomen.

He collapsed to the ground, his uniform quickly soaked with blood.

The Japanese troops were immediately thrown into chaos.

Some soldiers lay on the ground, trying to find cover.

Some soldiers, holding guns, looked around, searching for the enemy's location.

Some soldiers panicked and didn't know where to run.

The Japanese officers shouted and yelled in the ranks, trying to regain their composure.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Take cover! Find cover!"

"Counterattack! Organize a counterattack!"

But all of this was clearly visible through Zhou Tianyang's scope.

He lay prone behind a rock, his eyes pressed against the scope, his finger constantly pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

The second bullet.

The bullet was fired at a Japanese officer behind the convoy.

He was a lieutenant, a squad leader.

He was standing next to the third truck.

He was brandishing a military knife and shouting something.