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

Ma Yong, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up.

"Captain Zhao, how are you planning to withdraw tomorrow?"

"When the Japanese soldiers were chasing you, which road did you run along?"

"Don't let us accidentally hurt your people."

Zhao Zhuzi reached out and drew a line on the map.

"From Ping'an Town, head north, and there is a dirt road that leads directly to Laoyaling."

"We'll take this road, and the Japanese devils will take this road too if they're chasing us."

"When we get to Laoya Ridge, we won't enter the ambush zone. Instead, we'll turn west at the fork in the road at the foot of the ridge and go into the woods."

"The Japanese will continue to pursue you at the fork in the road. Once they cross that bend, they'll be within your firing range."

After listening, Zhou Tianyang looked at the route again to make sure there were no loopholes, and then looked up at Zhao Zhuzi and Ma Yong.

"Then it's settled."

"Tomorrow morning, Captain Zhao will lead the guerrillas to lure the Japanese away, while I will lead the guard platoon to ambush them on the slopes on both sides of Laoya Ridge."

"yes!"

The two responded almost simultaneously.

Zhao Zhuzi stood up and put away the map.

"Then I'll go back and tell the brothers that we'll set off first thing tomorrow morning."

He walked to the door, then turned back, his gaze lingering on Zhou Tianyang's face for a moment.

"Commander Zhou, you saved our lives today, and you'll help us fight the Japanese tomorrow."

"I, Zhao Zhuzi, will remember this kindness."

Zhou Tianyang waved his hand.

"Enough of that. Go back and get some rest. There's a tough battle ahead tomorrow."

Zhao Zhuzi didn't say anything more, pushed open the door and walked out.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded into the night.

Ma Yong also stood up, walked to the door, glanced at the night outside, and then turned back.

"Commander, you should get some rest too."

"Okay, go ahead."

Ma Yong quietly closed the door.

The room fell silent again.

Zhou Tianyang didn't lie down immediately. He sat on the ground, listening to the occasional chirping of insects outside and the footsteps of sentries changing shifts in the distance.

The night was deep, and there were still several hours until dawn.

But he knew that the battle ahead wouldn't rely solely on those thirty men and those pistols.

He needs to add something more powerful to this ambush plan.

"system."

He meditated in his heart.

"Open the points mall."

The familiar light screen in my mind slowly unfolded.

The list of items is still extensive.

His gaze didn't linger on the large pieces of equipment, but went straight to the submachine gun section.

MP40 submachine gun: 100 points/unit.

[Diameter: 9 mm.]

Magazine capacity: 32 rounds (magazine fed).

Effective range: 200 meters.

Rate of fire: 500 rounds per minute.

Ammunition: 20 rounds per point.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze lingered on those few lines of text for a moment.

The MP40 submachine gun, made in Germany, was one of the best submachine guns of World War II.

It has a moderate rate of fire, high accuracy, and good reliability.

In close-quarters combat, its firepower is far superior to that of a pistol.

Tomorrow, the terrain of Laoyaling will be such that the distance between the two mountain slopes will not be too far, at most a few dozen to a hundred meters.

At this distance, the firepower advantage of the submachine gun will be fully utilized.

Thirty men, if they had a few submachine guns in their hands.

The firepower density of an ambush could be at least two or three times higher.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

Five MP40 submachine guns, 500 points.

Two thousand rounds of ammunition, one hundred points.

A total of 600 points isn't expensive.

But for tomorrow's ambush, those 600 points were well worth it.

"System, redeem five MP40 submachine guns and two thousand rounds of ammunition."

[Confirmed redemption of 5 MP40 submachine guns, consuming 500 points.]

[Confirmed redemption of 2000 9mm standard ammunition, consuming 100 points.]

[Confirm?]

"confirm."

[Redeem successful.]

[Host's current remaining points: 192477.]

[5 MP40 submachine guns have been distributed to your system space.]

[2000 9mm standard ammunition rounds have been distributed to the system storage.]

Zhou Tianyang glanced at his points balance and his expression shifted slightly.

With over 192,000 points, spending 600 points barely shows any change.

But he knew in his heart the role these five submachine guns would play starting tomorrow.

It is far more valuable than these 600 points.

He didn't rush to take out the gun; he simply left the equipment quietly in the system space.

We'll wait until dawn tomorrow, before we set off.

We'll find another opportunity to distribute it to Ma Yong and the others.

Zhou Tianyang lay back down on the haystack, his hands behind his head.

I went over tomorrow's plans in my mind again.

Zhao Zhuzi led his men to lure the Japanese soldiers away, while he led his guard platoon to Laoyaling to set up an ambush. They positioned assault rifles on both sides of the hillside and opened fire as soon as the Japanese soldiers entered the ambush area.

If everything goes smoothly, the battle should be over in no more than ten minutes.

Fight and then retreat; don't linger in battle.

They didn't give the Ping'an Town outpost time to react.

He turned over, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn.

There was some commotion in the valley.

Zhao Zhuzi had gotten up even earlier than him and was whispering something to several guerrillas in the open space.

When Zhou Tianyang got up, Ma Yong and his guards were already lined up at the edge of the open space.

His gaze lingered on Zhou Tianyang's face for a moment, then he lowered his voice and asked a question.

"Commander, when do we set off?"

"Let's go now."

"Arrive early and set up an ambush; don't let the Japanese get there first."

Zhou Tianyang walked to the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the thirty soldiers one by one.

"Today's battle is different from yesterday's."

"Yesterday was a chance encounter, today we set up an ambush on our own initiative."

"Captain Zhao and his men will lure the Japanese here. Our mission is to keep the Japanese at Laoyaling and prevent any of them from escaping back."

No one speaks.

But everyone's eyes lit up.

Zhou Tianyang didn't say anything more, and turned to wave at Ma Yong.

"Ma Yong, come here for a moment."

Ma Yong followed him to the side of the house to make sure that no one else could hear their conversation.

Zhou Tianyang said in a low voice.

"I have a few submachine guns here. Take them and give them to the best marksmen."

Then, Zhou Tianyang picked up the dry grass, under which were five MP40 submachine guns, and bullets were placed next to them.

Ma Yong crouched down and quickly inspected the guns.

Then he picked up two guns and carried them on his shoulders, then called over two soldiers and whispered a few words of instruction to them.

The two men each picked up their guns and ammunition and quietly returned to their unit.

A few minutes later, Zhou Tianyang led the guard platoon along the path behind the ravine.

Zhao Zhuzi led the guerrillas along another route, circling around to the south of Ping'an Town.

The two teams agreed on a time to meet at Laoyaling.

An hour later.

Zhou Tianyang had already led his men to the ambush position.

He stood on the hillside and looked down. The dirt road at the bottom of the gully was even narrower than the one drawn on Zhao Zhuzi's map.

The hillsides on both sides of the road were covered with shrubs and waist-high weeds, so that if a person lay down, they would be completely invisible from the bottom of the ditch.