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

Zhou Tianyang's hunt continues.

His scope scanned back and forth across the bottom of the ditch.

Searching for new goals.

But there aren't many left who can fight.

Most of the Japanese soldiers were either dead or already dead.

They were either seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood.

The remaining few are still movable.

They all hid under cars or behind trucks, not daring to even show their heads.

"Bang!"

A Japanese soldier who was only partially visible was hit.

"Bang!"

Another Japanese soldier who tried to escape was hit.

The gunfire on the battlefield continued.

But it has gone from dense to sparse.

It's not because the firepower has decreased.

It's because there are fewer goals now.

Few Japanese soldiers remained alive at the bottom of the ditch.

The gunfire gradually subsided.

Li Yunlong's gaze swept across the entire bottom of the ditch.

There were hardly any Japanese soldiers left alive.

Around the truck, on the dirt road, in the ditches and gullies.

The bodies of Japanese soldiers were everywhere.

Some lay on their backs, some were on the ground, and some were curled up under the car.

Blood stained the yellow earth, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Several wounded but not yet dead Japanese soldiers lay in pools of blood, wailing in agony.

The sound was harsh and shrill, echoing through the mountain valley.

But Li Yunlong didn't even glance at them.

His gaze swept back and forth across the bottom of the ditch.

It has been confirmed that there is no longer any resistance.

"That's about it."

He said something in a low voice.

Then he turned to look at Zhou Tianyang, who was lying behind the rock.

"Zhou Xiaogui!"

"You stay here and provide us with covering fire."

Li Yunlong's voice was not loud.

But every word is very clear.

"I'll take my men down there and deal with the rest of the enemy."

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

"Don't worry, it won't leak."

Li Yunlong grinned and turned to face the soldiers on the hillside.

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"gather!"

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers on the hillside stood up from behind their bunkers.

Some of them were loading bullets into their guns, preparing for the final battle.

Zhao Wenlong approached Li Yunlong.

"Commander Li!"

Li Yunlong looked at him, then at the soldiers who were gradually gathering.

"Brothers, the Japanese devils are almost all dead."

His voice was loud, and every word seemed to be etched into the soldiers' ears.

"Now there are only a dozen or so that can still move, and they are all hiding under the cars or in ditches and gullies."

"Let's go down now and clean them up one by one."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Listen to my command, slowly surround them, don't rush, don't be reckless."

"Work in groups of three, covering for each other."

"Shoot the Japanese as soon as you spot them, don't give them any chance."

"Do you understand?"

"clear!"

More than two hundred people answered in unison.

Li Yunlong waved his hand.

"Set off!"

More than two hundred soldiers began to move down the hillsides on both sides.

They carried their guns, crouched low, and walked slowly down the hillside with light and steady steps.

Step by step, like a large net.

It encircles the valley from the hillside down to the bottom.

The formation was spread out, with three people in each group, covering and looking out for each other.

The soldiers in front were responsible for observation and firing.

The soldiers behind were responsible for providing cover and support.

This is a typical encirclement tactic, which the veterans are very familiar with.

No need to say anything more, they know what to do.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind the rock, his eyes reattached to the scope.

His mission is not over yet.

He was to stay here and provide fire support for the soldiers who went down.

What if a Japanese soldier suddenly appears and opens fire on the soldiers?

He wanted to kill him immediately.

The scope scanned back and forth across the bottom of the ditch, leaving no corner unseen.

On the hillside, the soldiers were still slowly moving downhill.

We are getting closer and closer to the bottom of the ditch.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

The view at the bottom of the ravine became increasingly clear.

The truck was parked crookedly on the dirt road.

Some cars had their front ends collided, while others overturned on the side of the road.

The canvas awning on the vehicle was riddled with holes, revealing wooden crates inside.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, lying haphazardly.

Guns, ammunition, helmets, and water bottles were scattered all over the ground.

The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, blood, and gasoline leaking from trucks.

When mixed together, it has a pungent and unpleasant smell.

The soldiers continued their ascent.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

The Japanese soldiers hiding under the vehicle were already clearly visible.

Some huddled under the truck chassis, shivering.

Some hid behind the tires, with only one foot or one hand sticking out.

Others lay prone in the craters on the ground, heads bowed low, too afraid to move.

But the soldiers did not rush forward.

Following Li Yunlong's orders, they slowly and steadily surrounded him.

Take it one step at a time, without rushing or getting impatient.

Before taking a step, make sure there is no danger around.

With each step, he had to scan every possible hiding place through the scope.

This method of play, though slow, is safe.

There will be no surprises.

The remaining dozen or so Japanese soldiers had completely lost the will to resist.

They hid under cars and in bomb craters, listening to the approaching footsteps outside.

The footsteps were very light, but they were exceptionally clear in the silent ravine.

Closer and closer.

A Japanese soldier was hiding under the chassis of the third truck.

He curled up, his hands covering his head, trembling all over.

His uniform was soaked in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his own blood or that of his comrades.

His gun had long since disappeared.

His mind was blank, filled only with fear.

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The footsteps grew closer.

He looked up and, through the undercarriage of the truck, saw pairs of feet wearing cloth shoes.

Those feet were moving slowly less than five meters away from him.

He knew he couldn't escape.

He knew he wouldn't survive.

But he didn't want to die.

He didn't want to die in this unfamiliar country, nor in this desolate mountain valley.

He wanted to go home, to go back to Japan, to see his parents, his wife, and his children.

But there's no going back.

We can never go back.

His eyes welled up with tears, which streamed down his cheeks.

"I don't want to die..."

He muttered to himself in Japanese, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

But no one could understand what he was saying.

No one will pity him because of his tears.

This is a battlefield.

He was an aggressor.

The moment he set foot on this land.

We should be prepared that we can never go back.

Another Japanese soldier hiding under the vehicle made a different choice.

He is a veteran who has served in this squadron for six years.

He had participated in many battles, killed people, and witnessed his comrades being killed.

He knew what fate awaited him if he fell into the hands of the Eighth Route Army.

No, it won't fall into their hands.

He will not give the enemy that opportunity.

He crawled out from under the car.

The movements were slow, but resolute.

He held a bayonet in his hand, which he had taken from his rifle.

He got up from the ground and stood up straight.

His uniform was tattered, his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were unusually firm.

His gaze swept over the Eighth Route Army soldiers around him, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he raised the bayonet in his hand.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

He shouted, his voice hoarse and high-pitched.

Then, gripping his bayonet, he charged toward the nearest Eighth Route Army soldier.

He wasn't moving fast because his leg was injured and he was limping.

But his eyes were wild, like a wounded beast making its last desperate struggle.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

His bayonet was half a meter away from the Eighth Route Army soldier's chest.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The Japanese soldier's body jolted violently, and the bayonet slipped from his hand.

He looked down at his chest.

There was a bloody hole there, and fresh blood was gushing out.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Then, his body went limp and he collapsed.

With a thud, it fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Zhou Tianyang looked up from behind the scope and glanced at the fallen Japanese soldier.

His face was expressionless.

Then he put his eye back on the scope.

Continue searching for the next target.

Li Yunlong strode down the hillside.

His Mauser pistol had a new magazine, which he held in his hand, ready to fire at any moment.

But his face betrayed an undisguised excitement.

That battle just now was fought brilliantly.

A Japanese company, more than 200 men, and supplies in five trucks.

They took care of it in less than half an hour with more than two hundred men and a hundred guns.

In the past...

He wouldn't even dare to think about such a thing.

It's not because he's timid.

It was because he knew the fighting strength of the Japanese army.

A Japanese company.

If it were a normal combat situation.

Even a single main battalion might not be able to take it down.