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

The guerrilla fighter who was running at the front had already reached the center of the valley.

They were rushing towards the left slope where Zhou Tianyang was lying in ambush.

The Japanese soldiers behind him were closing in.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Eighty meters.

Zhou Tianyang gently pressed the trigger.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the valley.

The Japanese sergeant running in the lead suddenly jerked his head back.

He felt as if he had been hit by something and fell straight down.

[Ding! One Japanese sergeant killed. 50 points awarded.]

The system notification sounded in Zhou Tianyang's mind, but he didn't stop.

The finger was already on the trigger, the crosshairs aimed at the next target.

"Bang!"

The second Japanese soldier fell to the ground with a thud, a bloody hole appearing right in the center of his forehead.

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

"Bang!"

The third.

[Ding! One Japanese corporal killed. 30 points awarded.]

The three Japanese soldiers fell almost simultaneously, less than a second apart.

The pursuing Japanese soldiers were caught off guard, and the ranks were thrown into brief chaos.

Some people stopped to look for cover, some crouched behind rocks by the riverbed, and some were still blindly rushing forward.

At that moment, gunshots rang out simultaneously from both sides of the slope.

Those were the pistols in the hands of the guards.

Although the rate of fire is not fast, and the caliber is not large.

But at this distance, it's enough to hit targets that have already lost their composure.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out intermittently.

On the left slope, Ma Yong and his men opened fire simultaneously.

Although pistols are not as accurate as rifles, their marksmanship is still quite good.

The soldiers on the left slope shot them one by one.

They took turns calling out the names of the Japanese soldiers who had been exposed in the open due to the chaos.

The soldiers on the right slope were doing the same thing.

Their position is slightly higher than the left, giving them a better view and allowing them to fight more freely.

Zhou Tianyang did not stop.

His finger continued to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

A Japanese soldier hiding behind a rock had just peeked out halfway when a bullet pierced his eye socket.

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

"Bang!"

A Japanese soldier who was trying to organize a counterattack had just raised his sword when he was shot in the shoulder.

He groaned and knelt down.

Then a second bullet struck his head.

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

"Bang!"

again.

Zhou Tianyang's shooting speed was astonishing.

The semi-automatic advantage of the M1C Garand was brought to its fullest potential in this situation.

Continuous firing without any pause.

His scope moved rapidly across the battlefield.

They jumped from one target to another, each time lingering at the center of the cross for less than a second.

The Japanese soldiers who had initially intended to continue their pursuit began to panic.

They originally thought they were only chasing a dozen or so guerrillas with little fighting ability, never dreaming they would be ambushed here.

Some people started to retreat, some tried to find cover, and some fired their guns randomly at the slopes on both sides.

But their counterattacks were fragmented and ineffective.

Most of the hastily fired bullets hit bushes and rocks.

Zhou Tianyang fired two more shots.

Two more Japanese soldiers fell down.

In his scope, there weren't many Japanese soldiers left.

From the moment we left until now, at most a few minutes have passed.

Most of the thirty or forty Japanese soldiers had already fallen.

The remaining dozen or so were either hiding behind rocks, too afraid to show their faces, or trying to retreat.

But the retreat route has been blocked.

The two soldiers who had gone to meet the guerrillas had already circled back from the direction of the valley exit.

They were holding pistols and crouching behind the rocks on either side of the exit.

Any Japanese soldiers attempting to retreat from that direction would be exposed to their firing range.

"Bang!"

Another Japanese soldier who tried to run away was shot in the back and fell to the ground.

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

"Bang!"

again.

Zhou Tianyang emptied his third magazine.

He quickly retrieved a new one from the system space, inserted it into the magazine, and continued firing.

He glanced at the situation in the valley.

The Japanese soldiers' corpses lay scattered all over the ground, some lying face down, some face up, and some curled up in the cracks between the rocks.

No more than five are still alive.

"Ma Yong!"

Zhou Tianyang shouted towards the slope on the left.

"Take your men down there and clean up the rest!"

"yes!"

Ma Yong responded, stood up from behind the bushes, and led several soldiers to quickly rush down the slope.

At the same time, the soldiers on the right slope also moved, flanking down from the other side.

In the middle of the valley, the guerrillas had stopped and were panting as they looked back.

Zhou Tianyang stood up, stored the sniper rifle in his system space, and then walked quickly down the slope.

When he reached the center of the valley, Ma Yong and his men had already cleared out the last few hiding Japanese soldiers.

The valley fell silent.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, a pungent and unpleasant odor.

Ma Yong stood up from beside a Japanese soldier's corpse, the dagger in his hand still dripping blood.

"Captain, they've all been taken care of; not a single one escaped!"

He paused, then added.

"Our side suffered zero casualties, while the guerrillas had four wounded, all of them minor injuries."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze shifting to the guerrilla fighters who were squatting by the riverbed, panting.

The lean man who was in the lead had recovered somewhat and was standing up, propping himself up on his knees, with an extremely complex expression in his eyes.

He walked up to Zhou Tianyang and looked him up and down several times.

Then he spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Who are you?"

"Eighth Route Army, 386th Brigade, New Second Regiment."

Zhou Tianyang did not hide anything, and his tone was plain.

"I was just passing by and happened to run into them."

The man paused for a moment, as if he hadn't fully grasped the meaning of those words.

Several guerrillas behind him also came over, their eyes shifting back and forth between Zhou Tianyang and the soldiers behind him.

"Brigade 386?"

The lean man repeated it, then his eyes lit up as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Are you the Eighth Route Army soldiers from Shanxi?"

"Yes, they came from Shanxi."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the team behind him.

"Which part are you from?"

"We are the Lunan Guerrilla Team."

The man wiped the sweat from his face, wiped his hands on his clothes, and then reached out his hand to Zhou Tianyang.

"My name is Zhao Zhuzi, and I am the captain of this guerrilla team."

Zhou Tianyang grasped his hand.

"Zhou Tianyang, commander of the new Second Regiment."

Zhao Zhuzi's hand paused slightly.

His gaze lingered on Zhou Tianyang's face for a moment, as if he were sizing him up.

"Commander Zhou, you've come from Shanxi?"

"That's really far."

He released his grip and let out a long sigh of relief.

"If it weren't for you guys today, all of us, a dozen or so of us, would probably be dead here."

The guerrillas behind him also surrounded him.

Although exhausted, the relief of escaping death was slowly replacing the panic from before.