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

"Get to your positions."

Zhou Tianyang gestured behind him.

The soldiers silently dispersed and found their firing positions on the hillsides on both sides.

Ma Yong allocated three submachine guns to the left slope and two to the right.

The others also gripped their pistols tightly, aiming the muzzles at the bottom of the ditch.

After everything was ready.

Zhou Tianyang lay down on the top of the slope on the far left and took out a sniper rifle from his system space, setting it up in front of him.

The crosshairs of the scope were aligned with the direction of the trench opening.

Next, we just wait.

Wait for Zhao Zhuzi to bring the Japanese soldiers over.

the other side.

Zhao Zhuzi squatted at the edge of the mixed grove of trees on the outskirts of Ping'an Town.

He squinted at the few low houses at the edge of town in the distance.

A dozen or so guerrillas were crouching behind him, holding the Type 38 rifles they had just been assigned the day before.

Although there were not many people and the equipment was rudimentary.

But everyone's eyes shone with a eagerness to try.

Zhao Zhuzi said in a low voice.

"Same old rule, show your face and run, don't linger in battle."

"Our mission is to lure them to Laoyaling, not to fight them to the death."

"Did you all hear me clearly?"

"Listen carefully!"

Several guerrilla fighters responded in hushed tones.

Zhao Zhuzi took the gun off his shoulder and held it in his hand, then glanced at the direction of the town entrance.

The gate to Ping'an Town was already open, and two puppet soldiers were standing on either side of the gate, chatting idly against the wall.

Several figures could be vaguely seen moving around in the town, but they were too far apart to see exactly how many there were.

"Walk."

Zhao Zhuzi got up, crouched down, and darted out from the edge of the thicket, quickly approaching the town entrance along a dry drainage ditch.

The dozen or so guerrillas behind him followed silently.

Some people walked close to the ridges of the fields, while others used the low earthen banks for cover, and the formation was spread out.

However, they maintained eye contact with each other.

This is a skill they honed through more than six months of guerrilla warfare.

Although small in number, it is highly mobile and can be deployed and retracted in a very short time.

At the end of the drainage ditch was an abandoned threshing ground, and further ahead was an open area. Beyond the open area was the main road leading to the main gate of Ping'an Town.

Zhao Zhuzi lay on the earthen embankment at the edge of the threshing ground, peering through the gaps in the sparse bushes toward the town entrance.

The two puppet soldiers were still chatting when one of them said something that made them both laugh.

The figures in the town were nowhere to be seen; it was as if they had gone somewhere else.

Zhao Zhuzi did not hesitate.

He turned around and gestured behind him.

The two most agile guerrillas immediately circled around to the side of the town entrance.

We quickly approached a spot less than 100 meters from the town entrance by following a dense clump of bushes along the roadside.

They each found cover and picked up their guns.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

Two bullets struck the walls on either side of the town entrance, the bullets hitting the bricks and sending up a shower of debris, flying just over the heads of the two puppet soldiers.

The two puppet soldiers were so frightened that they suddenly squatted down. One of them even dropped his gun on the ground and frantically tried to pick it up.

Something's up!

"Someone's firing!"

Shouts immediately echoed through the town.

This was followed by the sound of hurried footsteps and commands.

The two guerrillas who fired the shots did not stop.

After the gunshot, they immediately withdrew from the bushes and ran back quickly along the pre-planned route.

Zhao Zhuzi stood up from behind the earthen embankment and fired two more shots towards the town entrance.

The gunshots rang out sharply in the early morning air.

Then he turned and ran.

The guerrillas emerged from their hiding places and ran wildly along the dirt road leading north.

They ran at a moderate pace, neither too fast for the Japanese to catch up nor too slow for them to be caught.

That rhythm was honed through countless real battles.

It maintains just the right distance, a sense that if you chase me a little further, you'll catch me.

Behind them, the direction of Ping'an Town was in complete chaos.

Less than two minutes later, a squad of Japanese soldiers carrying guns poured out of the town.

The one running in front was a Japanese lieutenant.

His face was ashen, and he ran while waving his hands behind him and shouting something.

Next came the second team, and then the third team.

Thirty or forty Japanese soldiers poured out of the town entrance and chased after the guerrillas along the dirt road in the direction they were retreating.

Zhao Zhuzi ran at the front of the group, glancing back as he ran.

Seeing so many Japanese soldiers chasing after him, he was not alarmed but rather pleased.

The more the better. Laoyaling has a huge appetite; they're not afraid of having too many people, they're just afraid of not having enough.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Run faster!"

"Those behind, keep up!"

He shouted a few times to the guerrillas behind him.

He subtly slowed down his pace, as if afraid of really leaving the Japanese soldiers far behind.

The Japanese soldiers at the Ping'an Town stronghold were enraged.

They were stationed in this area for more than half a year, and the people in several nearby villages were all subdued and made obedient.

I never expected that someone would dare to fire a shot at the entrance of the stronghold so early this morning.

The second lieutenant leading the group looked increasingly grim and urged the soldiers behind him to speed up the pursuit.

The guerrillas ran for about three miles.

He started to deliberately act as if he was physically exhausted.

Some people deliberately slowed down, while others turned around and fired a couple of shots randomly; the bullets went nowhere.

To the Japanese soldiers, these subtle movements appeared as a final struggle before their defeat.

"Chase them! They're out of bullets!"

The lieutenant shouted.

His voice carried an barely suppressed excitement.

The Japanese soldiers quickened their pace.

Zhao Zhuzi ran in the middle of the group, glanced back at the Japanese soldiers who were getting closer and closer behind him, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

The Japanese soldiers' pursuit formation had begun to lengthen.

Those who ran fast were in front, and those who ran slowly were behind. The once orderly line had now turned into a loose, long dragon.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Lure them all into the trap of Laoyaling, and none of them will escape.

"Old Crow Ridge is just ahead!"

"Keep it up!"

Zhao Zhuzi shouted to the guerrillas behind him.

The long, narrow valley ahead was already in sight.

Zhou Tianyang and his men should have already laid an ambush, just waiting for the Japanese to walk into that ditch.

Zhao Zhuzi led the guerrillas along the dirt road into the valley.

They did not slow down; according to the plan agreed upon last night, they would not stop.

Instead, they went directly through the ambush zone and turned into the woods to the west from the fork in the road.

The Japanese soldiers followed closely behind and rushed into the valley entrance.

They were chasing too fast and didn't notice anything unusual on the hillsides on both sides.

They also did not realize that this seemingly ordinary ravine was actually a carefully chosen ambush site.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers at the front had already chased them to the middle of the valley.

They were less than 100 meters away from the guerrillas and could clearly see them running at full speed toward the fork in the road.

The Japanese lieutenant leading the group suddenly noticed that the fleeing figures ahead had turned a corner.

It disappeared into the roadside woods in an instant.

His steps suddenly stopped.

An instinctive sense of alertness made him raise his hand, wanting to signal the line behind him to stop.

But just as he raised his hand, a sound rang out from the hillside.