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

Zhou Tianyang glanced at the remaining guns again.

More than twenty Type 38 rifles, plus a few Type 96 light machine guns and a batch of ammunition.

"The rest will all go to the guerrilla comrades."

Zhao Zhuzi was stunned for a moment.

"Commander Zhou, are you giving them all to us?"

"You're fighting guerrilla warfare in this area; guns are your livelihood."

"We don't need that many guns, so you can keep them for your use."

Zhou Tianyang spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

Zhao Zhuzi opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

He simply nodded vigorously, turned around, and shouted to the guerrillas behind him.

"Don't just stand there!"

"Come and move your things!"

The guerrillas swarmed around them.

Looking at the twenty-odd Type 38 rifles and several Type 96 light machine guns, everyone's eyes lit up with astonishing brilliance.

Some people bent down to pick up a gun and stroked it back and forth, while others squatted on the ground to hang bullet boxes on their belts.

They moved so fast it was as if they were afraid someone would snatch it from them.

Zhou Tianyang stood by and watched this scene without interrupting them.

He called Zhao Zhuzi aside, sat him down on a rock, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Captain Zhao, the situation at the stronghold should have changed after today's battle, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhuzi's excitement subsided slightly, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

"Commander Zhou, you're right."

"There are at least forty Japanese soldiers from that stronghold in Ping'an Town who came out to chase us today."

"Including the group we wiped out on the road yesterday, their squad has been almost completely wiped out."

He reached into his pocket and patted it, then pulled out the crumpled, simple map and placed it on his lap.

"There are still some puppet troops in the stronghold, so it's the weakest point right now."

Zhou Tianyang looked down at the map, his gaze sweeping over Ping'an Town and then moving to several surrounding areas marked with red circles.

"The two groups of Japanese soldiers we wiped out were a heavy blow to Ping'an Town."

"But are there any other strongholds in the vicinity that pose a significant threat?"

Zhao Zhuzi moved his finger across the map.

After driving about three or four fingers' width north from Ping'an Town, we stopped at a location marked Liujiaji.

"Liujiaji is about twenty li away from here. There is also a small squad of Japanese soldiers stationed there, about a hundred men."

"That outpost is in a really tricky location."

"It is located right between Ping'an Town and the larger stronghold to the north, making it a crucial juncture connecting the past and the future."

"When the main force of Ping'an Town was still there, we didn't have to worry too much about Liujiaji."

"But now that Ping'an Town has been decimated, Liujiaji has become the most important stronghold for the Japanese in this area."

Zhou Tianyang's gaze lingered on that location on the map.

He stared at it for several seconds, quickly going through the terrain and distance in his mind.

"Do the Japanese soldiers in Liujiaji usually come out to operate?"

"He comes out even more often than he does in Ping'an Town."

Zhao Zhuzi pointed to a dotted line marked on the map.

"They patrol south along this road every few days to maintain contact with the Ping'an Township outpost."

"After we fought these two battles, Liujiaji must have heard the news, and they might send someone over to check the situation soon."

Zhou Tianyang tapped the location of Liujiaji twice with his finger.

"Let's do one more job before they realize what's happening."

Zhao Zhuzi looked up at him, his eyes filled with a complex expression, a mixture of excitement and caution.

"Commander Zhou, do you mean we should fight again today?"

"We can pull off another job today."

Zhou Tianyang stood up, his gaze falling on the distant, rolling mountain shadows.

"The Ping'an Town outpost is already destroyed. Although there is still a complete squad at Liujiaji, our firepower is now much stronger than yesterday."

"The guerrillas have new guns, and we have submachine guns. Taking down a squad's stronghold is no problem."

He turned around and looked at Zhao Zhuzi.

"Same old rule as always, you guys lure them in, we'll fight them."

Zhao Zhuzi suddenly stood up and slapped his thigh.

"Okay! We'll do it your way!"

He glanced down at the map, his gaze lingering on a spot south of Liujiaji.

"Commander Zhou, look here."

"About five miles south of Liujiaji, there is a place called Bald Ridge."

"That place is similar to Laoyaling, with slopes on both sides and a dirt road in the middle, but it is wider than Laoyaling and can accommodate more people."

"If the Japanese troops in Liujiaji want to patrol south or reinforce Ping'an Town, Bald Ridge is the only way through."

Zhou Tianyang squatted down, carefully examined the location on the map, and then scanned the surrounding terrain.

Is there any obstruction between Bald Ridge and Liujiaji?

"no."

Zhao Zhuzi answered with great certainty.

"The slopes on both sides of Bald Ridge are covered with shrubs, even denser than those on Old Crow Ridge. As long as we lay in ambush in advance, the Japanese won't be able to spot any flaws even when they're right in front of us."

Zhou Tianyang nodded and straightened up.

"Then it's settled."

"Take your men and continue to provoke them, lure the Japanese from Liujiaji to Bald Ridge."

"I led the guard platoon to set off ahead of time and laid an ambush at Bald Ridge."

"You and the guerrillas will follow the old rules: lure the people into the ditch and then retreat through the side path. Leave the rest to us."

Zhao Zhuzi nodded vigorously.

"Then I'll go and explain to the brothers now."

He turned around, took two steps, then stopped and turned back.

"Commander Zhou, if we win this battle today, both Liujiaji and Ping'an Town will be destroyed."

"Within a radius of several dozen miles, no Japanese troops were able to launch a large-scale sweep."

"Therefore, we must fight this battle well."

Zhou Tianyang patted him on the shoulder.

"Go on, hurry up."

Zhao Zhuzi didn't say anything more, turned around and strode towards the guerrillas.

Zhou Tianyang also turned around and found Ma Yong.

"Ma Yong, have the brothers pack up and get ready to leave."

"Let's go to Bald Ridge south of Liujiaji and pull off another heist."

Ma Yong's eyes lit up when he heard this.

But he didn't ask anything, he just gave a crisp and decisive reply.

"yes!"

Then he turned around and called for the soldiers to line up and get ready.

A dozen minutes later, the two groups parted ways at the fork in the road.

Zhao Zhuzi led his guerrillas along the path at the foot of the mountain toward Liujiaji, their steps quick and light.

Zhou Tianyang led his guard platoon on a forced march towards Bald Ridge via a shortcut.

Ma Yong led the way, walking a few paces faster than usual.

Thirty people hurried along a narrow path that could only allow one person to pass at a time, without speaking or falling behind.

Only the sound of hurried, orderly footsteps echoed softly through the mountains and forests.

Zhou Tianyang walked in the middle of the group and looked up at the sky.

The sun had already risen halfway up the sky.

After this battle, the two main strongholds of the Japanese in this area will no longer exist.