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It was evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the land of southwestern Shandong.

Zhou Tianyang and his group had been walking all day.

From the moment we crossed the mountain ridge outside Tai'an City in the morning until now, the sky has gradually darkened.

They hardly stopped to rest.

The group walked along a winding dirt road.

Occasionally, you can see one or two farmers returning home late, carrying hoes as they walk along the ridges of the fields.

Take a second look at this group of people, then quicken your pace and hurry into the village.

Zhou Tianyang walked in the middle of the group, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

He looked up and gazed ahead, following the markings on the map.

If you walk a few more miles, you should reach the territory of Qufu.

"Commander, there seems to be some movement ahead."

Ma Yong turned back from the front of the group, his voice very low.

Zhou Tianyang followed his gaze and looked ahead.

The road ahead has ended.

There is a roadblock blocking the road.

The roadblock was made of several thick wooden stakes and sandbags, and a three-wheeled motorcycle was parked next to it.

Several Japanese soldiers were standing next to the motorcycle.

The light at dusk was already quite dim.

It's impossible to see the exact number of people from this distance.

But at a cursory glance, there were at least a dozen people.

Zhou Tianyang didn't stop walking, but his brows furrowed slightly.

This place, this time.

The presence of Japanese checkpoints is not a good thing.

How many people?

He turned his head and asked a question.

Ma Yong's gaze was also fixed in that direction, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

"I can't see them clearly, but there are at least a dozen, maybe more."

"A light machine gun was mounted next to the roadblock, and several ammunition boxes were piled up next to the motorcycle."

"It doesn't look like a temporary checkpoint; it seems to be permanent."

Zhou Tianyang remained silent for a moment.

My mind was racing.

Qufu is not a big city, so the Japanese troops stationed there should not be many.

But precisely because there aren't many, the checkpoints they set up here will be even stricter.

Patrol routes and the focus of investigations are usually more detailed.

The group continued moving forward.

We walked for about seven or eight more minutes.

The outline of the checkpoint became clearer and clearer.

The roadblocks were placed across the middle of the road, with several sandbags piled on each side, and a light machine gun mounted behind the sandbags.

A Japanese soldier was crouching next to the machine gun.

Two Japanese soldiers with guns stood in front of the roadblock, their eyes scanning the pedestrians walking ahead.

Several Japanese soldiers were sitting by the roadside, some drinking water and others cleaning their guns.

A quick glance revealed that there were definitely a dozen or so Japanese soldiers.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze quickly swept over the layout of the entire checkpoint.

There were no gaps on either side of the roadblock to bypass it, and a drainage ditch separated the farmland from the road, with water accumulating in it.

If you insist on going around it.

Making too much noise will only attract attention.

Going back is out of the question.

This road is the only passage to Qufu.

If you take a longer route, you won't be able to find your way after dark.

Moreover, there are 32 of them, making them too conspicuous.

It would be more troublesome if they were discovered spending the night in the wild.

Zhou Tianyang's mind went through all the possibilities in a few seconds.

Then he turned his head slightly to the side.

He said something to Ma Yong beside him, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"make life difficult for."

"Get ready to do it."

Ma Yong's pupils contracted slightly.

But without hesitation or asking any further questions.

He nodded slightly and slowed his pace.

He took two steps back and blended into the back of the line.

The thirty-two people continued walking forward, their pace and rhythm remaining unchanged.

No one quickened their pace, no one looked around, they were just like a group of ordinary travelers heading towards a checkpoint to be checked.

But subtle changes are happening silently.

The soldiers who had scattered were now quietly gathering together.

The people who were originally walking on both sides are now moving towards the center.

Each person's right hand hangs slightly at their side, near their waist.

The checkpoint is getting closer.

One of the two Japanese soldiers with guns in front of the roadblock raised his hand, signaling them to stop.

"stop."

The Japanese soldier shouted.

The line stopped at the front.

Zhou Tianyang walked at the front, followed by Liu Ping, and behind him were thirty soldiers.

"What do you do for a living?"

Zhou Tianyang had the kind of restraint that only travelers encountering checks would show.

He bent slightly at the waist, his tone carrying a hint of ingratiation.

"Sir, we are going to Qufu to visit relatives."

"It took us several days to get here from Jinan."

The Japanese soldier looked him up and down, then glanced at the people behind him.

"Do you have a certificate of good conduct?"

Zhou Tianyang quickly took out the pass he had obtained from Wang Jinghe from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

Yes, yes.

The Japanese soldier took the pass, flipped it open, looked at it, and then looked up at Zhou Tianyang's face.

Then he suddenly frowned.

I flipped the pass over and looked at it again.

"This document is incorrect."

His voice was a few degrees colder than before, and his gaze was fixed on Zhou Tianyang.

"You, the one who lies."

Zhou Tianyang's expression remained unchanged.

"Sir, this document is genuine; it was issued in Jinan..."

"Baka!"

The Japanese soldier abruptly interrupted him.

He drew a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Zhou Tianyang.

"You're highly suspicious!"

Several Japanese soldiers behind him simultaneously raised their guns, pointing them all at the ranks.

The atmosphere tensed up instantly.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze swept over the positions of the Japanese soldiers, his mind quickly calculating the distance and angle.

The Japanese soldier standing at the very front was less than five steps away from him.

The machine gunner next to the roadblock was about ten paces away.

Several Japanese soldiers were sitting by the roadside, getting up, but not quite standing up yet.

When the Japanese soldiers checked them, they stood very close together, with almost all thirty of them clustered in the same area.

This is a good opportunity to get started.

"Wait a moment."

Zhou Tianyang suddenly spoke, his tone still carrying that ingratiating connotation.

"Sir, I remember now."

"The date on this document is incorrect; it should have been issued last month."

"Take a look at the back; there are words on the back as well."

The Japanese soldier frowned slightly.

But his gaze did linger on the back of the pass.

As he turned his head to look at the ID, the muzzle of his gun shifted slightly by a few inches.

In that instant, Zhou Tianyang moved.

With lightning speed, he drew a dagger from his waist with his right hand and lunged forward.

The Japanese soldier hadn't even had time to take his eyes off the documents.

The dagger had already pierced his throat.

As blood spurted out.

Zhou Tianyang caught the pistol that had fallen with his left hand, while the dagger in his right hand slid out smoothly.

"Let's do it!"

Thirty people moved at the same time.

It wasn't a chaotic, disorganized charge.

It was more of an instinctive outburst.

Everyone was like a beast that had been suddenly unleashed.

They rushed towards the nearest target from their respective positions.

Ma Yong rushed toward the machine gunner beside the roadblock.

The machine gunner had just realized what was happening.