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

Zhou Tianyang and his guard platoon have been on the move for four days.

At this point, they had already entered Shandong territory.

Starting from the day I left Suzhou.

They traversed northern Jiangsu, bypassed the outskirts of Xuzhou, and advanced northwestward.

The road is getting harder and harder to travel.

The flat fields gradually turned into rolling hills, and the hills gradually turned into a continuous mountain range.

Zhou Tianyang walked in the middle of the group, his steps still light and quick.

Over the course of four days, they walked neither slowly nor quickly.

Ma Yong led the way, while the guards dispersed in twos and threes, maintaining a distance that was neither conspicuous nor out of sight.

Occasionally, you might encounter a few civilians on their way, or one or two lone puppet army outposts.

But nothing unexpected happened.

The days passed peacefully, like taking an ordinary long-distance trip.

But Zhou Tianyang knew in his heart that he should not let his guard down, especially when things were calm.

The Shandong region is different from Shanxi; the Japanese strongholds here are more densely distributed, and their control is much tighter than in southeastern Shanxi.

There were 31 of them, and although they were dressed in plain clothes, they would cause big trouble if they attracted attention.

That afternoon.

They crossed a low ridge and entered a relatively open valley.

The valley is small, with gentle slopes covered with shrubs on both sides and a dry riverbed meandering through the middle.

The riverbed was filled with pebbles of all sizes, providing excellent visibility and allowing one to clearly see what was happening ahead.

Ma Yong walked at the very front.

He was about to quicken his pace to cross the riverbed when his gaze suddenly stopped.

He crouched down and gently raised his right hand to make a fist.

The entire team stopped at the same time.

No one spoke, no one moved, and no one made any unnecessary noise.

Zhou Tianyang quickly walked up from behind.

I squatted down next to Ma Yong and looked ahead in the direction he was looking.

About four or five hundred meters ahead, towards the exit of the valley, Zhou Tianyang heard a sound.

Gunshots.

The intermittent gunfire sounded like a chase.

Then several more, clearer gunshots rang out.

The sound echoed through the valley, startling a flock of birds that took flight from the bushes.

Ma Yong lowered his voice.

"Commander, some are chasing, and some are running."

Zhou Tianyang remained silent, his gaze fixed on the area ahead.

A few minutes later, he finally saw it clearly.

A group of people were running in their direction.

Those running at the front were wearing worn-out military uniforms.

They ran very fast, their movements clumsy, as if they were desperately trying to avoid the gun barrels behind them.

Several hundred meters behind them, another group of figures were in pursuit.

devil.

Zhou Tianyang's pupils contracted slightly.

He quickly counted the people in front of him; there were about twenty.

Those running ahead were scattered; some were supporting their wounded companions, while others were firing back as they ran.

But the gunfire was sparse, clearly indicating that ammunition was running low.

The Japanese side had more men, thirty or forty, and their formation was more organized.

They came from both sides, guns in hand.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze swept quickly over those people, and he had already made a judgment in his mind.

This is the Japanese soldiers chasing a small unit.

Judging from their clothing and fighting style, they are likely local guerrillas or militia.

They had fewer men and were worse equipped than the Japanese soldiers; if they continued running, they would be caught up sooner or later.

Ma Yong's voice rang out again.

"Commander, those people are almost here."

Zhou Tianyang did not answer immediately.

His gaze remained fixed ahead, his mind racing.

There were 31 of them. The guards were quite skilled, but that was only in close combat.

The pistol's range is too short; it's okay for dealing with targets within 40 or 50 meters.

But those Japanese soldiers were still several hundred meters away, and the pistols couldn't reach them at that distance.

They had no rifles, no machine guns, only daggers and pistols they carried with them.

To deal with those dozens of Japanese soldiers, we must use clever tactics.

"Ma Yong".

Zhou Tianyang spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying the kind of unwavering certainty unique to the battlefield.

"Divide the brothers into two groups, one group to ambush on the left slope and the other group to ambush on the right slope."

"Send two more men to go around to the front and try to make contact with that guerrilla team, so they run this way and lure the Japanese over."

"Tell them not to stop when they get here, just keep running forward and cross this valley. Leave the rest to us."

Ma Yong nodded and quickly turned to make arrangements.

A few dozen seconds later, the guards silently dispersed.

One group moved towards the gentle slope to the left, while the other group moved towards the slope to the right.

Two other quick-moving soldiers had already circled around.

They approached the pursuing group from the side.

Zhou Tianyang climbed up the gentle slope on the left.

The hilltop is covered with clumps of low shrubs, which can serve as cover.

He lay prone behind the bushes, his gaze fixed on the two approaching teams across the open valley.

The guerrillas running ahead were getting closer and closer.

There were about twenty of them, some of whom were injured and limped as they ran.

The leader was a man in his thirties, lean and with a dark complexion.

He kept turning back to fire as he ran, firing two shots before continuing to run forward.

The Japanese soldiers behind them were closing in.

"Quick! Quick! Run that way!"

A lithe soldier rushed past from the side, waving and shouting at them.

The lean man who was leading the group was taken aback when he saw someone waiting for him, and then immediately turned in that direction.

The people behind him also turned and rushed towards the area where Zhou Tianyang and his men were lying in ambush.

The Japanese soldiers pressed on even closer.

They clearly saw that there were people waiting to meet them ahead, but they didn't stop.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind the bushes, his eyes fixed on the pursuers.

distance.

He needs to wait for the right distance.

It's too far; the pistol can't reach it.

If we get too close, the Japanese will discover our ambush beforehand.

He needed to wait until the Japanese soldiers caught up to the center of the valley and were within optimal firing range before he made his move.

He then retrieved the sniper rifle from his system space.

A faint light flashed, and the M1C Garand semi-automatic sniper rifle appeared out of thin air on the ground in front of him.

His movements were extremely fast; he set up the gun, aimed, and adjusted the focus in less than five seconds.

The crosshairs of the scope were aimed at the Japanese soldier running in the lead.

That was a sergeant, the fastest runner, waving a military knife and shouting something.

The distance is 420 meters.

Within effective firing range.

Zhou Tianyang's index finger rested lightly on the trigger.

The cross-shaped center was firmly positioned over the Japanese soldier's head.

The guerrillas were still running forward.

They were getting closer and closer to Zhou Tianyang's location.

The pursuers were also rapidly closing in.

Zhou Tianyang did not rush to fire.

He is waiting.

Once all the Japanese soldiers have entered the valley.