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

But they did it today.

What is it that they rely on?

It relied on the terrain advantage, the surprise of the ambush, and the bravery of the soldiers.

But the most crucial thing is...

Li Yunlong's gaze fell on Zhou Tianyang on the hillside.

It was thanks to that kid's marksmanship.

If Zhou Tianyang hadn't destroyed the Japanese command system and heavy firepower...

This battle won't go so smoothly.

Let alone annihilating them all, it would be good enough if they weren't driven back.

Li Yunlong became more and more excited as he thought about it, his mouth practically stretching to his ears in a wide grin.

He walked to the bottom of the ditch, stood next to the first truck, and scanned his surroundings.

Zhao Wenlong walked over from the other side.

He was holding a rifle, the muzzle still emitting blue smoke.

"Commander Li, the Japanese have been almost completely dealt with."

Li Yunlong nodded.

Are there any survivors?

Zhao Wenlong looked around.

"There are also several injured people hiding under the car, refusing to come out."

Li Yunlong snorted.

"Not coming out?"

"Then let them never come out again."

He turned to the soldiers around him and spoke.

"Brothers, search under each car, and kill anyone you find alive. Leave no one alive."

"yes!"

The soldiers received their orders, picked up their guns, and began searching under the trucks one by one.

Just then.

A Japanese soldier who was hiding under the second truck suddenly rolled out from under the vehicle.

He was holding a grenade in his hand, the pin already pulled.

The grenade is smoking.

"Baka!"

He shouted and charged towards the soldiers.

The grenade was smoking in his hand and could explode at any moment.

Upon seeing this, several soldiers instinctively took a few steps back.

But Li Yunlong did not back down.

He raised his pistol, aimed it at the Japanese soldier's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

One shot to the head.

The Japanese soldier's body jerked backward, and the grenade slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"Grenade!"

A soldier shouted.

The soldiers all lay down.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded.

Shrapnel flew everywhere, hitting the truck's chassis with a clanging sound.

However, because the Japanese soldier had already rushed a distance away, the grenade exploded several meters away from the soldiers.

The shrapnel did not injure anyone.

Li Yunlong got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

"Damn it, trying to drag others down with him before he dies?"

He cursed and then addressed the soldiers around him.

"Everyone, stay alert! Don't let these Japanese devils launch a last-ditch counterattack."

"yes!"

The soldiers continued their search.

The remaining dozen or so Japanese soldiers either hid under the vehicle or in the shell craters.

They saw their comrade rush out and be shot dead.

The grenade explosion didn't hurt anyone, which made me even more terrified.

But there are also those who are not afraid of death.

One Japanese soldier after another crawled out of their hiding place, shouting "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

They charged towards the soldiers.

Some were holding bayonets, some were holding grenades, and some were even empty-handed.

Their eyes were filled with madness and despair.

They knew they weren't going to survive.

But they didn't want to die in their hiding place, they didn't want to be dragged out from under the car and beaten to death like rats.

They wanted a dignified death.

A way to die that allows one to be loyal to the Emperor.

Charging into battle and being killed by the enemy—that's what they consider dignity.

On the hillside.

Zhou Tianyang aimed his scope at the Japanese soldiers who were rushing out.

His finger pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A Japanese soldier at the forefront was shot and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Another Japanese soldier was hit in the chest, and he flew backward and crashed to the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One shot, one kill.

These are the Japanese soldiers who rushed out.

They were like sitting ducks in front of Zhou Tianyang's sniper rifle.

No matter how fast they run, they can't outrun a bullet.

Their madness and courage were worthless in the face of precise shooting.

But Zhou Tianyang was thinking about something else.

These people all have points.

A soldier earns 5 points, a corporal earns 10 points, and a sergeant earns 15 points.

Although it's not much, it adds up.

The battle just now.

He killed about forty or fifty Japanese soldiers.

Including the officers and machine gunners, they should have accumulated quite a few points by now.

But now is not the time to look at points.

Let's deal with the enemy in front of us first.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A Japanese sergeant crawled out from under the vehicle.

He had barely shown half his body when he was hit by a bullet.

His body was stuck under the car, half inside and half outside.

Blood flowed down the car body.

A few minutes later.

The last Japanese soldier was also killed.

He was hiding in the cab of a truck.

They attempted to shoot from the inside out.

But before he could pull the trigger...

A bullet came in through the windshield and hit him in the head.

Glass shattered on the floor, and his body slumped in his seat.

The bottom of the ditch became completely quiet.

There were no gunshots, no shouts, and no cries of pain.

More than two hundred Japanese soldiers were all killed, not one of them survived.

Not a single one survived.

It wasn't that the Eighth Route Army didn't want to capture prisoners.

It is in this era.

Capturing prisoners is extremely difficult on this battlefield.

These Japanese soldiers were all veterans.

He believed in the Bushido spirit and his mind was filled with the idea of ​​being loyal to the Emperor.

They would rather die than surrender.

Even if they are seriously injured and lying on the ground, as long as they still have a breath left, they will try to drag others down with them.

The soldier who just charged out with a grenade is the best example.

Therefore, the Eighth Route Army's method of dealing with these Japanese troops was very simple.

Leave no survivors.

It's not cruel, it's reality.

On the battlefield, mercy is irresponsible to oneself and one's comrades.

Li Yunlong stood at the bottom of the ditch.

Looking at the Japanese corpses scattered all over the ground, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Damn it, it's finally over."

His voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

Zhao Wenlong walked up to him and grinned.

"Commander Li, that was a truly satisfying battle!"

Li Yunlong chuckled.

"This is nothing!"

His gaze swept over the five trucks.

"Let's go see what good stuff we've seized."

He strode toward the first truck.

Zhou Tianyang walked down the hillside.

He carried the sniper rifle on his back, wrapped in an old cloth.

Then he quickly walked towards the bottom of the ditch.

His steps were light and his expression calm.

There was no sign of excitement about winning the battle.

But in his mind, he was calculating the points he had just earned from the system.

When Li Yunlong saw Zhou Tianyang walking over, he quickly went to greet him.

"Zhou Xiaogui!"

He grabbed Zhou Tianyang's arm and shook it hard.

"You little rascal, we owe you a lot for today's battle!"

His face was full of excitement, and his eyes were incredibly bright.

"If you hadn't taken out the Japanese officers and machine gunners, this battle wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

"I've fought so many battles over the years, and I've seen plenty of good marksmanship."

"But your performance today was absolutely first-ever!"

Zhou Tianyang smiled.

"Old Li, stop praising me, let's take a look at the spoils first."

Li Yunlong slapped his thigh.

"Yes! Look at the spoils!"

He turned and walked to the back of the first truck, reaching out to pull back the canvas cover.

Inside the canvas awning were rows of wooden crates.

The wooden crate was printed with Japanese characters and a serial number.

Li Yunlong pulled out a dagger and pried open the lid of a wooden box.

The moment the lid was pried open.

His eyes widened instantly.

Inside the box were brand-new Type 38 rifles.

The gun barrel was shiny, the bolt was gleaming, and they were neatly arranged in the box, wrapped in oil paper.

Li Yunlong reached out and picked up one.

He pulled back the bolt, looked at it, and then smelled it.

"Good heavens!"

His voice was trembling.

"Brand new Type 38 rifle, never even opened!"

He turned to look at Zhou Tianyang, his eyes practically overflowing with excitement.

"Zhou Xiaogui, guess how many cigarettes are in this box?"

Zhou Tianyang walked over and looked at the number on the box.

"Ten sticks per box, this is the first box."

Li Yunlong laughed heartily.

"There are dozens of boxes here!"

He jumped off the truck, walked to the trucks behind it, and opened the canvas covers of each one to check them.

Every truck bed was filled with wooden crates.

There are large boxes and small boxes.

The large box contained rifles, and the small box contained bullets and grenades.

Li Yunlong became more and more excited as he looked at it, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

"Zhao Wenlong!"

He shouted.

Zhao Wenlong ran over from the other side.

"Commander Li!"

Li Yunlong waved his hand.

"Have someone move all the wooden crates down and count them!"

"Check everything one by one, make sure nothing is missed!"

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong turned around and ran to call for help.

Before long, more than a hundred soldiers gathered around.

Everyone started unloading the truck in a flurry of activity.

Some climbed onto the carriages and carried wooden crates down.

Some were below to provide support, while others were responsible for prying open the boxes to count the contents.

The scene was lively and enthusiastic, and the soldiers all had smiles on their faces.

This battle was absolutely worth it.

The amount of stuff they seized was more than they had imagined.