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

Zhou Tianyang lay prone on the high ground, his finger firmly on the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet flew swiftly and pierced the lieutenant's temple with pinpoint accuracy.

He suddenly swayed to the side and fell straight forward to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a barrage of gunfire erupted from both sides of the hillside.

The roar of MP40 submachine guns echoed through the valley.

Bullets rained down from the hillside, scattering the stunned Japanese soldiers.

The sound of pistol shots was mixed in.

Although not as fierce as a submachine gun.

But at this distance, it is equally precise and deadly.

The screams and cries of the Japanese soldiers filled the air.

Some people collapsed to the ground before they even realized what had happened.

Some people were blindly firing their guns at the hillsides on both sides, but all the bullets hit the bushes and rocks.

Some people tried to run back, but several guerrillas had already circled back from the direction of the valley entrance and blocked their retreat.

Zhao Zhuzi stood at the edge of the woods, looking at the scene in the valley, and let out a long breath.

Then he turned around and led the guerrillas to squat down in the woods.

Panting, he listened to the bursts of gunfire echoing through the valley, a wide grin spreading across his face.

he knows.

Today's battle is in the bag.

Gunshots echoed through the valley.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone on the high ground, his finger constantly pulling the trigger.

Every time the muzzle of the M1C Garand bounced, it meant that yet another Japanese soldier had fallen into a pool of blood.

The crosshairs of the scope moved rapidly along the bottom of the trench, from east to west and from west to east.

Those Japanese soldiers who were still trying to find cover or organize a counterattack.

Each one lingered in his field of vision for less than a second.

"Bang!"

A Japanese machine gunner who was crouching behind a rock trying to set up a machine gun was shot through the shoulder.

He leaned back, and the machine gun in his hand flew out and crashed to the ground.

Then a second bullet struck his head, and his body went completely still.

[Ding! One Japanese machine gunner killed. 20 points awarded.]

"Bang!"

A Japanese corporal, who was trying to climb up the hillside from the side, had just peeked halfway out of the bushes when he was hit precisely in the forehead by a bullet.

His body rolled down the slope.

After rolling twice, it came to a stop in the middle of the dirt road at the bottom of the ditch.

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

"Bang!"

again.

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

The system notification sounds echoed in Zhou Tianyang's mind.

Like a silent war drum, each sound meant the end of a Japanese soldier's life.

Zhou Tianyang had lost count of how many shots he had fired.

His movements were mechanical and precise: aim, fire, change magazine, aim again, and repeat the cycle endlessly.

Gunfire was equally intense on both sides of the hillside.

The roar of MP40 submachine guns continued incessantly, and the Japanese soldiers exposed in the open at close range were so badly beaten that they couldn't even lift their heads.

Ma Yong lay prone on the middle of the hillside, holding a submachine gun.

After he finished one magazine, he quickly switched to another and continued firing.

Few of the Japanese soldiers who were the first to rush into the ditch are still alive.

Their formation, already stretched out due to the pursuit, was now blocked from the front and rear, and sandwiched between the left and right, completely exposed to the crossfire.

Some people tried to dive into the dry roadside ditch, but the ditch was too shallow to provide effective cover.

After about ten minutes of firing, the gunfire at the bottom of the ditch began to subside.

It's not because the firepower has decreased.

It's because there aren't many targets left to fight.

Zhou Tianyang's scope swept across the entire bottom of the ditch, stopping one by one on the haphazardly laid corpses of the Japanese soldiers.

"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.]

Zhou Tianyang put down his gun, looked up from behind the scope, and scanned the entire valley with his eyes.

The gunfire ceased completely, replaced by the slowly dissipating smoke in the valley.

Ma Yong stood up from the hillside, holding his submachine gun, his eyes scanning the bottom of the ravine warily.

He gestured to the soldiers behind him, and several men quickly searched down the hillsides on both sides, checking the Japanese corpses lying on the ground one by one.

Some of the corpses were still twitching slightly, but the soldiers did not hesitate.

He raised his hand and fired another shot before moving on to the next target.

Zhou Tianyang stored the sniper rifle in his system space and quickly walked down the hillside.

His steps were steady and quick, and a few minutes later he reached the middle of the dirt road at the bottom of the ditch.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

The bodies of Japanese soldiers lay scattered all over the ground.

Ma Yong walked quickly over from the other side of the ditch.

"Commander, it's all cleaned up!"

"All forty-seven Japanese soldiers were killed; not a single one escaped."

He paused, then added.

"Our side suffered zero casualties, and the guerrillas were also unharmed."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground.

"Collect everything that can be used."

"Make sure you don't forget any of the guns, ammunition, rations, or water bottles."

"yes!"

Ma Yong turned around and called to the soldiers to start cleaning up the battlefield.

The guards quickly dispersed.

They skillfully squatted down next to the Japanese soldiers' corpses.

Remove the ammunition pouches and grenades from the corpse's waist, and gather the usable items one by one on the open ground by the roadside.

Those Type 38 rifles were picked up one by one and lined up neatly in a row by the roadside.

At this moment, Zhao Zhuzi emerged from the woods on the west side.

He led the dozen or so guerrillas quickly into the bottom of the ravine, his gaze sweeping over the devastated battlefield, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Then he strode up to Zhou Tianyang.

"Commander Zhou, that battle was incredibly satisfying!"

Zhao Zhuzi's voice was filled with undisguised excitement, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"More than forty Japanese soldiers, not one of them escaped. Our guerrillas have been fighting in this area for a year and have never killed so many at once."

"This is just the beginning."

Zhou Tianyang glanced at him, then turned and walked toward the row of Type 38 rifles that had already been collected.

"Ma Yong, count the captured rifles and pick out twenty-five with good rifling to distribute to our soldiers."

"Change their pistols!"

Ma Yong responded and squatted down next to the guns to begin inspecting them one by one.

He pulled back the bolt to check the rifling, then raised the gun to aim at the skylight, his movements quick and precise.

They quickly selected twenty-five Type 38 rifles in the best condition.

They were distributed to the guards who still used pistols.

The soldiers all had smiles on their faces when they received the guns, although no one said much.

But he couldn't hide his joy.