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

The Japanese troops were in even greater disarray.

Some soldiers began to run backward, trying to escape the ambush.

But before he could run a few steps, he was hit by a bullet from the hillside and fell into a pool of blood.

Some soldiers tried to rush forward, attempting to break through the ditch.

However, a squad that had been lying in ambush at the mouth of the ditch was on guard. When the Japanese soldiers rushed over, they fired a volley of bullets.

The first few Japanese soldiers were hit by bullets and fell down screaming.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were pinned down at the mouth of the ditch, unable to advance or retreat.

Some soldiers tried to hide behind the trucks, looking for cover.

But the truck's metal exterior couldn't stop the bullets at all.

Although the rifle bullets fired by the soldiers on the hillside could not penetrate the steel plates of the truck bed.

But the bullets came from the side.

They could slip through the gaps on either side of the truck and hit the Japanese soldiers hiding behind it.

Not to mention Zhou Tianyang's armor-piercing rounds.

The armor-piercing rounds hit the truck bed, leaving a hole right through it.

The Japanese soldiers hiding behind were the target of this cave.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A Japanese soldier was hiding behind a truck, with only one foot showing.

Zhou Tianyang's armor-piercing round pierced the truck's cargo compartment and then struck the soldier in the abdomen.

He screamed and rolled out from behind the truck, clutching his stomach and writhing on the ground.

Then several more bullets flew in, ending his suffering.

The battle was raging fiercely.

The soldiers on the ambush position were in high spirits, and the gunfire was constant and almost nonstop.

Although the Japanese army attempted to organize a counterattack.

But every time they set up a machine gun or grenade launcher...

They would then be targeted by Zhou Tianyang's sniper rifle.

"Bang!"

A Japanese soldier had just set up a Type 11 light machine gun.

Before he could fire, a bullet struck him in the head.

[Ding! One Japanese machine gunner killed. 20 points awarded.]

"Bang!"

Another Japanese soldier was squatting on the ground, loading a grenade launcher.

Zhou Tianyang's bullet struck the grenade launcher in his hand, detonating the grenade with a loud bang.

The Japanese soldier was blown to pieces.

Several Japanese soldiers nearby were also affected by the blast wave.

Screams and wails filled the air.

Zhou Tianyang's hunt continues.

He had already emptied three magazines, twenty-four bullets.

Twenty-four bullets took out twenty-four targets.

Two of them were lieutenant squad leaders.

A captain, company commander.

Six machine gunners, four grenade launcher operators, and eleven ordinary soldiers.

Every goal is carefully selected.

Strike the officers first, then dismantle the command system.

Then take out the machine gunners and grenade launcher operators, and destroy their heavy firepower.

They only attacked the regular soldiers last.

This is the style of play.

This completely deprived the Japanese army of its ability to organize a counterattack.

Without a commander, there was no one to give orders.

Without heavy firepower, there was no way to suppress the ambush on the hillside.

The Japanese army was like a swarm of headless flies.

They ran amok at the bottom of the ravine, allowing the soldiers on the hillside to slaughter them.

On the hillside.

Li Yunlong stood behind the big tree.

The Mauser pistol in his hand had already emptied two magazines.

He changed to a new magazine and continued firing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Although his marksmanship was not as precise as Zhou Tianyang's.

But at this distance, it's pretty close.

With each shot, he could basically hit a Japanese soldier.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and his finger kept pulling the trigger.

He had seen this kind of scene many times before.

From the Red Army period to the present.

He himself couldn't remember how many battles he had fought or how many people he had killed.

But today's battle was truly exhilarating.

Zhou Tianyang's marksmanship is truly exceptional.

One shot, one officer; one shot, one machine gunner.

They beat the Japanese soldiers so badly they didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Thinking of this, Li Yunlong's lips curled up slightly.

"That was fucking great!"

He muttered something under his breath, then raised his pistol again.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind the rock.

His finger continued to pull the trigger.

His movements were mechanical and precise: aim, fire, aim, fire, over and over again.

Every movement was clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary action.

The magazines were replaced one after another.

There was a small pile of spent cartridges around him.

His firing rate was astonishing.

But every shot was carefully calculated.

It's not about attacking blindly and randomly, but about attacking selectively.

Strike the most threatening targets first.

For example, they are setting up machine guns.

For example, someone is loading a grenade launcher, or someone is trying to organize a team.

Strike the less threatening targets later.

For example, some people lie on the ground, too afraid to move, while others hide under trucks, trembling with fear.

This method of fire, although slower in speed, is more efficient.

Each bullet could kill or wound a Japanese soldier.

There will be no waste.

The system's notification sounds kept ringing in my mind.

[Ding! One Japanese soldier killed. 5 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese machine gunner killed. 20 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese soldier killed. 5 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese corporal killed. 10 points awarded.]

……

These voices echoed in Zhou Tianyang's mind.

But he didn't have time to look closely.

His entire attention was focused on the scope, on every target at the bottom of the ditch.

Every shot must hit its mark.

Every shot must ensure the elimination of an enemy.

The Japanese troops at the bottom of the ditch were still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Some soldiers hid under the truck, trying to shoot out from underneath.

They aimed their guns at the ambush positions on the hillside and began to return fire sporadically.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire from Type 38 rifles rang out.

Bullets struck the hillside, kicking up clouds of dust.

But it didn't hit anyone.

The soldiers were all hiding behind cover.

With trenches for protection and rocks and trees for cover, it was difficult for Japanese bullets to hit them.

Even if one or two bullets occasionally fly overhead, they won't cause any casualties.

On the contrary, the Japanese troops revealed their position as soon as they opened fire.

Zhou Tianyang immediately turned his scope in that direction.

"Bang!"

One shot, and a Japanese soldier hiding under a truck stopped moving.

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out, and another Japanese soldier who was aiming his gun fell down as well.

Such a precise strike.

This made the Japanese soldiers hiding under the vehicle hesitant to fire their guns.

Because they knew that once the gun was fired...

They would definitely be targeted by that terrifying sniper.

Then, he was shot dead.

Fear spread among the Japanese soldiers.

"We're surrounded!"

"There are too many enemies!"

"We can't fight back!"

"What should we do?"

Some soldiers began to shout in despair.

Their voices were filled with fear and helplessness.

No one could answer them.

The Japanese officers were all dead, and no one was giving orders.

Heavy firepower was also destroyed, leaving no way to suppress the enemy.

They could only hide under the car, trembling, waiting for death to come.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A Japanese soldier hiding under a vehicle, with only half of his leg showing, was hit by a bullet.

He screamed and pulled his leg back.

But then another bullet came flying in and hit his thigh.

Blood gushed from his legs, staining the ground red.

He limped out from under the car and tried to run to the back.

But after running only a few steps, he was hit by a volley of bullets from the hillside and fell to the ground.

On the hillside.

Zhou Tianyang has already emptied his fifth magazine.

Forty bullets, forty targets.

His shooting remained accurate, and his fingers remained steady.

The body is full of energy, the eyes have clear vision, and the brain works quickly.

His superhuman physical abilities, combined with his basic firearms proficiency, allowed him to thrive on the battlefield.

His breathing was steady, his heartbeat was slow, and he showed no signs of tension or panic.

It's like a hunter hunting its prey.

Calm, precise, and deadly.

Li Yunlong walked to his side, squatted down, and lowered his voice.

"That was fucking good."

Zhou Tianyang did not answer.

His eyes remained glued to the scope.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

Li Yunlong did not speak again.

He turned back to his position and continued to command the battle.

The situation at the bottom of the ditch is now completely under control.

The Japanese counterattacks became fewer and weaker.

From initial retaliation to complete silence now.

It's not that they don't want to fight back.

They dared not retaliate.

Every time someone opened fire, it would immediately trigger Zhou Tianyang's precise strike.

After several rounds, no one had the courage to fire anymore.

But not firing a shot doesn't guarantee survival.

The soldiers on the hillside continued firing relentlessly.

They fired shot after shot, eliminating the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the ditch one by one.

Although the pace is slow, it is steady and methodical, neither rushed nor slow.

Anyway, the Japanese troops were already suppressed; they couldn't escape or break out.

If we take it slow and steady, we can eventually wipe them all out.