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

An hour later.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind a thicket of bushes, his gaze fixed on the winding dirt road ahead.

As Zhao Zhuzi said, the terrain of Bald Ridge was indeed more suitable for ambushes than that of Old Crow Ridge.

The slopes on both sides are moderate, and the slopes are covered with waist-high wild grass and dense shrubs. If a person lies down in them, they cannot be seen from the bottom of the ravine.

The guards were all in position.

The thirty people were divided into two groups, one group deployed on the left slope and the other group deployed on the right slope, and each person was disguised in their respective positions.

Five MP40 submachine guns were evenly distributed on both sides.

The soldiers who had just been assigned Type 38 rifles had all taken their positions, aiming their guns at the bottom of the ditch, their fingers on the triggers.

Everything is ready.

Zhou Tianyang propped his sniper rifle on a rock in front of him and looked through the scope toward Liujiaji in the distance.

The dirt road stretched out in a winding path at the end of the field of vision, disappearing behind the low mountain ridge in the distance.

He adjusted the focus, aligning the center of the crosshairs with the entrance to the road.

Time passed by, second by second.

Zhou Tianyang glanced at the pocket watch.

10:40 a.m.

Zhao Zhuzi and his group should have already reached the outskirts of Liujiaji.

An hour and a half later.

He aimed and saw a blurry figure in the scope.

The figure emerged from behind the distant mountain ridge, running very fast, its posture somewhat unsteady.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

The figures of the guerrillas gradually came into view.

They ran wildly along the dirt road toward Bald Ridge, their formation even more loose than the morning.

Some are running ahead, some are lagging behind, and everyone is running at full speed.

Zhao Zhuzi ran in the lead, glancing back at each other as he ran.

Then it turned back and continued rushing forward.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze passed over the guerrillas and landed behind them.

Zhou Tianyang's pupils contracted slightly.

In terms of scale, the number of people far exceeded his initial expectations.

He quickly counted the moving figures in his mind.

There were at least a hundred of them, a mix of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops.

Zhao Zhuzi went a bit too far with his provocations this time.

The guerrillas ran very fast, and they were clearly aware that the number of pursuers behind them was several times greater than the group that had been chasing them that morning.

Everyone gave it their all.

But they maintained a perfect pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

This made the pursuers behind them think they could catch up in just a few more steps.

More than a hundred Japanese soldiers and puppet troops pursued them relentlessly.

Leading the pack were more than sixty Japanese soldiers, who were the fastest, carrying their guns and pursuing along both sides of the dirt road.

Following behind were puppet soldiers, their hats askew, panting as they ran but daring not to fall behind.

The Japanese officer leading the group rode a short horse, holding his saber high and shouting something.

His face turned bright red, clearly having been thoroughly provoked by Zhao Zhuzi and his group.

He was completely consumed by a burning rage that compelled him to capture and tear these people apart.

Zhou Tianyang's cross-shaped weapon landed firmly on the head of the Japanese officer on horseback.

But he didn't rush to fire.

Now is not the time.

The pursuers had not yet fully entered the ambush zone.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers in front had already rushed into the entrance of Bald Ridge, but the main force behind them was still several hundred meters behind.

He needs to wait until everyone is in that ditch before he can truly tighten his belt.

Zhao Zhuzi had already run to the middle of the ditch.

He led the guerrillas and abruptly turned off the planned fork in the road, plunging into the woods to the west.

The pursuers behind them did not stop.

The Japanese soldiers running at the front saw the guerrillas turn into the woods and followed them without hesitation.

They were chasing so fast that no one noticed the unusual activity on the hillsides on either side.

The group of over a hundred people surged into Bald Ridge within minutes.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curved slightly.

He held his breath, gently pressed the trigger, and the crosshairs were firmly placed on the head of the Japanese officer on horseback.

The officer was waving his saber towards the woods to the west, shouting something.

Completely unaware that they had already walked into the Grim Reaper's range.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the valley.

The Japanese officer on horseback suddenly leaned back, his saber flew out of his hand, and he fell off his horse.

The ponies were startled, and reared up on their hind legs, letting out a neigh.

Then he turned and ran back, crashing into the ranks of the puppet troops behind him, causing a commotion.

[Ding! One Japanese lieutenant killed. 200 points awarded.]

Zhou Tianyang did not stop.

He quickly adjusted the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the next target.

A Japanese sergeant was trying to organize his troops, while the other man was crouching behind a large rock by the roadside.

He waved his arms and shouted to the soldiers behind him.

"Bang!"

The bullet struck the sergeant precisely in the side of his neck, and blood gushed out.

He collapsed against the rock and never got up again.

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

at the same time.

A barrage of gunfire erupted simultaneously from both sides of the hillside.

The roar of the MP40 submachine gun echoed once again in the valley.

The sound of gunfire from Type 38 rifles followed immediately.

Although its rate of fire is not as high as that of a submachine gun, its accuracy is higher, and each bullet accurately takes down a target.

The pursuing Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were completely stunned.

They thought they were only chasing a scattered guerrilla force, never dreaming they would encounter such a fierce ambush in this place.

The Japanese troops in front were mostly wiped out by the first round of fire.

The rest either lay on the ground, too afraid to move, or frantically searched for cover on either side.

The puppet troops behind them were in complete chaos. Some turned around and ran back, while others squatted by the roadside, covering their heads and huddled together.

Someone was firing wildly at the hillsides on both sides, and it was unclear where the bullets were hitting.

Zhou Tianyang's fingers did not stop.

His scope moved rapidly across the battlefield, targeting every Japanese officer still trying to organize resistance and every gunner attempting to set up a machine gun.

They all paused briefly at the center of his cross before being precisely eliminated.

"Bang!"

A Japanese corporal hiding behind an earthen embankment was shot in the forehead as soon as he peeked out.

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

"Bang!"

A Japanese machine gunner who was loading a round into a Type 91 light machine gun was shot through the chest.

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

"Bang!"

Another puppet army leader tried to lead a few people up the gentle slope on the side.

He tried to flank the ambush position on the left, but was shot in the shoulder halfway up the hill.

He tumbled and fell back to the bottom of the ditch, where he was pinned to the spot by several more bullets.

[Ding! One puppet army leader killed. 3 points awarded.]

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

The sounds of points being credited flowed like a continuous river, each chime signifying the elimination of yet another enemy.

He didn't have time to look at the numbers closely; all his attention was focused on the scope.

Focus on those targets that are still putting up a stubborn resistance at the bottom of the ditch.