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

Ma Yong had already reached the Japanese soldier.

The dagger pierced through the lower jaw.

He leaned back and collapsed behind the sandbag before he could even shout.

The two soldiers next to him simultaneously lunged at the Japanese soldiers on both sides of the roadblock.

One person covered their mouth and slit their throat, while the other stabbed into their heart from behind; the actions were almost simultaneous.

The soldier behind Liu Ping moved even faster.

He pulled a Japanese soldier to the middle of the group and slashed the soldier's neck with his dagger.

Zhou Tianyang did not stop.

He gripped a dagger in his right hand and charged toward the Japanese soldiers who were getting up by the roadside.

The Japanese soldiers had just stood up from the ground when they heard the commotion.

I haven't fully seen what happened yet.

Zhou Tianyang had already arrived in front of them.

With the dagger in his right hand, he slashed the carotid arteries of the two Japanese soldiers.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

One of the Japanese soldiers next to him finally realized what was happening.

Raise your gun and aim.

Zhou Tianyang's body was already pressed against his.

The dagger was plunged into his chest.

From the moment Zhou Tianyang shouted "Attack!" to the moment the last Japanese soldier fell, less than a few dozen seconds elapsed.

The checkpoint fell silent in the twilight.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.

Some collapsed behind sandbags, while others huddled beside roadblocks.

Some collapsed onto the edge of the drainage ditch, half of their bodies dangling in the ditch.

No one had a chance to shout out.

No one had time to raise the alarm.

Zhou Tianyang stood in the center of the checkpoint, blood dripping from the dagger.

He didn't look at the corpses, but instead turned and glanced around.

Ma Yong walked quickly over from the roadblock.

"Commander, it's all taken care of."

"Zero casualties."

"All seventeen Japanese soldiers were killed."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze already fixed on the three-wheeled motorcycle.

"Search out everything that's usable and bring it all with you."

Ma Yong nodded, turned around, and whispered a few words to the soldiers.

Everyone immediately sprang into action, their movements swift and orderly.

It was almost completely dark by then.

Zhou Tianyang stood in the middle of the checkpoint and glanced at the corpses that had been dragged into the roadside ditch.

"Is everything packed up?"

Ma Yong strode over, carrying a bag of supplies that had just been seized.

"That's about it."

Zhou Tianyang's gaze swept across the entire checkpoint once more.

Make sure nothing is missing.

Then he looked away, his tone calm and resolute.

"withdraw."

Thirty-two people quietly bypassed the checkpoint.

Continue walking southeast along the dirt road.

At this moment, Liu Ping was in the middle of the group.

I kept walking forward, but my mind was still blank.

He worked underground for many years and experienced many dangerous situations.

What just happened took no more than a few dozen seconds.

He hadn't fully realized what was happening yet.

Seventeen Japanese soldiers had already fallen to the ground, none of them alive, while our side suffered no casualties.

The whole process was so quiet, as if it had been rehearsed countless times, with no extra shouts or struggles.

When those people made their move, their eyes and actions were perfectly synchronized.

It's like different parts of the same body reacting at the same time.

Precise, decisive, and without leaving any room for compromise.

Liu Ping recalled his position just now.

He stood less than three steps behind Zhou Tianyang, sandwiched between several soldiers.

The soldiers turned in different directions at the same time the moment they took action; no one hesitated or wavered.

As one of the soldiers swept past him.

He didn't even see how the man drew his knife; he only saw a flash of dark light.

The Japanese soldier in front of him had already clutched his neck and collapsed.

Liu Ping had seen many fighting teams.

During his years working in the rear, he came into contact with cadres and soldiers from various base areas.

Some teams are disciplined, some are well-equipped, some have high morale, and some are experienced.

He believed he had a sufficient understanding of the Eighth Route Army's combat capabilities.

But what I witnessed tonight was...

This is completely different from anything he had ever known before.

This isn't a trained tacit understanding; it's something deeper.

Liu Ping was not a soldier, but he knew how to observe people.

What he saw was that the soldiers' movements were fluid and almost instinctive.

That kind of fluidity isn't from practicing movements and routines a thousand times; it's something that has settled down after truly experiencing countless life-or-death moments.

He walked and thought back.

I went over the scene from less than a minute ago in my mind several times.

The more I think about it, the more incredible it seems.

He couldn't help but look at the back of the person walking at the very front of the group.

Zhou Tianyang walked at a moderate pace, with an even stride, much like when he was traveling during the day.

The image of him holding a dagger at the checkpoint was still imprinted in Liu Ping's mind.

At this moment, he seemed to have regained his calm and composed demeanor.

Liu Ping recalled the conversation he had with headquarters before he left.

The comrade in charge of the handover once said something to him.

"The person sent to escort you this time is Zhou Tianyang, the commander of the 2nd New Regiment of the 386th Brigade. He is a reliable person."

He nodded in agreement, but didn't feel anything special about it; he just took it as a routine instruction from his superior.

But now he understood what headquarters meant.

They walked for about half an hour in the darkness.

Zhou Tianyang walked at the front of the group, his expression unchanged.

He silently recited a sentence in his mind.

"System, open my properties panel."

The familiar light screen in my mind slowly unfolded.

[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: 26397

[Host's Overall Evaluation:]

Individual combat capability: S+ level

Tactical command ability: Level B (Needs improvement)

Zhou Tianyang's gaze lingered on the points section for a moment.

Twenty-three thousand six hundred and ninety-seven points, two hundred more than before departure.

Two hundred points isn't a lot, but it's not a small amount either.

The battle just now lasted only a few dozen seconds, with almost no ammunition consumed and no cost paid; it was clean and efficient.

He silently turned off the panel and turned his gaze back to the night road ahead.

Qufu should be just ahead.

It's completely dark now, the city gates should have been closed long ago, so we definitely won't be able to get into the city tonight.

The safest way is to find a place to spend the night outside the city.

We'll figure out how to get into the city first thing tomorrow morning.

As Zhou Tianyang was making his plans, a bird suddenly fluttered up from the bushes beside him.

The soldiers in front paused slightly.

His right hand moved closer to his waist for a split second.

Then, after confirming that it was just a bird, they relaxed.

Liu Ping noticed this detail.

The soldiers reacted the instant they heard the sound.

That level of alertness and instinctive counterattack proficiency is something that ordinary troops cannot train.