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

"Take forty men and go provoke the outskirts of the stronghold."

"Lure the Japanese soldiers into that valley."

"I led the others to set up an ambush there in advance, and we attacked when the Japanese entered the ambush area."

Deng Chen did not hesitate and responded with just one word.

"OK."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence, his tone carrying a calm certainty.

"Commander, although the soldiers under my command are not as well-equipped as the soldiers of your New Second Regiment, you can rest assured when it comes to fighting."

"They know how to provoke them and when to withdraw, so they won't lead the Japanese in the wrong direction."

Zhou Tianyang looked at him, nodded, and didn't say anything more.

After they came down from the rocks, they went their separate ways to make arrangements.

Ma Yong led his guard platoon and Deng Chen's troops together, and began to move towards the valley in batches.

More than three hundred people silently dispersed in the mountain valley, quickly weaving through the shadows of the hillsides and gullies, approaching the pre-arranged ambush area.

Deng Chen left forty men in the woods.

He stood in front of those people, his gaze sweeping over their faces one by one, and remained silent for a moment.

"Come with me, let's fire a few shots around the outpost."

"Release them and run, don't look back."

"Just lure the Japanese into that valley, and leave the rest to the regimental commander and the others."

No one asked any questions, no one said much, and the forty people started moving almost as soon as Deng Chen finished speaking.

They moved quickly, but without making any unnecessary noise.

Soon, led by Deng Chen, they made their way towards the mountain pass along the bushes on the side.

Zhou Tianyang stood behind an earthen embankment at the edge of the valley, holding the sniper rifle in his hand, his gaze fixed on the direction of the mountain pass.

He could see Deng Chen and his forty men rapidly approaching the outskirts of the stronghold along a dry ditch.

They spread out widely, using the bushes and terrain for cover as they advanced.

The sentry on the watchtower of the outpost was leaning against the fence, looking somewhat drowsy.

They were clearly unaware that someone had already gotten so close.

About ten minutes later.

Deng Chen's forty men had already reached a distance of about two or three hundred meters from the outpost.

They stopped behind the last earthen embankment, dispersed, and found their firing positions.

Deng Chen lay prone at the front. He observed the activity at the stronghold, then turned his head and made a hand gesture behind him.

Forty men opened fire simultaneously.

Gunshots rang out in the silent valley.

Bullets struck the walls of the stronghold and the outer walls of the pillbox, sending up a spray of debris.

The sentry who was dozing on the top of the pillbox suddenly woke up with a start.

He took a step back, then raised his gun and fired a shot haphazardly in the direction from which the gunshot came.

Urgent shouts and footsteps immediately rang out from the stronghold; the Japanese reacted extremely quickly.

The interval between the sound of gunfire and the large number of men rushing out of the stronghold was no more than three minutes.

Deng Chen did not linger in the fight.

After the first round of shooting, he immediately stood up from behind the embankment, turned around, and ran wildly towards the valley.

The forty men also retreated with him at the same time.

Although the formation was loose, it was not chaotic at all. They ran and turned around to fire their guns. The accuracy of their shots was not high, but their provocative spirit was strong.

The Japanese soldiers in the stronghold were indeed provoked quite a bit.

First, a small squad with guns came out to chase after them, followed by two more squads, and finally the main force of the squad with light machine guns and grenade launchers also came out.

About seventy or eighty Japanese soldiers chased after Deng Chen and his men along the dirt road.

The Japanese lieutenant running at the front waved his saber and kept shouting something.

Nearly half of the personnel remained on the watchtower and behind the wall.

However, the pursuing force was much larger than expected.

Zhou Tianyang watched from behind the scope as the Japanese soldiers chased them down the dirt road into the valley.

He silently counted the number of people: seventy-five, eighty-one, until the last figure rushed into the ambush zone.

The Japanese lieutenant running in the lead was clearly blinded by rage.

They were completely unaware of the anomalies on the slopes on both sides.

They were completely unaware that they had stepped into a carefully laid trap.

Zhou Tianyang did not give any orders.

He simply aimed the crosshairs of the scope at the head of the Japanese lieutenant running in front, and then steadily pulled the trigger.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, a barrage of firepower poured down from the slopes on both sides.

More than three hundred rifles and submachine guns opened fire simultaneously, and bullets rained down on the entire valley.

The pursuing Japanese soldiers were caught completely off guard and caught in the middle, with fire lines on all sides.

Some people tried to run back, but their escape route had already been blocked by soldiers who had circled around to the rear.

Some tried to find cover, but the valley was open on both sides, with no sturdy shelter to hide in.

The second lieutenant leading the team was killed by Zhou Tianyang in the first round of shooting.

The remaining Japanese soldiers lost unified command, fought independently, and were in complete chaos.

Screams and shouts mingled together, rising and falling, only to be quickly drowned out by the dense gunfire.

Zhou Tianyang did not stop.

His finger was constantly pulling the trigger.

Every Japanese officer and sergeant who was still trying to organize resistance or attempt a breakout.

They all lingered briefly in his scope before being precisely eliminated.

The system's notification sounds kept ringing in his mind.

But he didn't even look at those numbers.

All attention was focused on the battlefield.

The performance of Deng Chen and the other veterans exceeded Zhou Tianyang's expectations.

They maintained an excellent rhythm while firing, with some responsible for suppressing the enemy and others for calling out enemy names.

During the intervals between magazine changes, someone provided cover for their comrade next to them.

That kind of tacit understanding wasn't something that could be trained; it was an instinct forged in countless battles, earned with blood.

The battle lasted less than ten minutes, from the first shot to its complete end.

After the last Japanese soldier who tried to climb to the ditch and take cover was hit by a bullet, the valley fell completely silent.

Deng Chen stood at the edge of the bushes on the west side of the valley, panting heavily.

After leading the Japanese soldiers over, he did not leave immediately.

Instead, it circled around and came back, just in time for the final stages of the battle.

He witnessed the entire process.

They witnessed how Zhou Tianyang's men completed firepower deployment and cross-coverage in an extremely short time.

I witnessed the rhythm and accuracy with which the soldiers fired, and the rapid and orderly cleanup of the battlefield after the battle.

Eighty-one Japanese soldiers lay scattered across the valley; not one of them had escaped.

He stood there, silent for a long time.

Then he whispered something, so softly that only he could hear it.

Ma Yong walked quickly down the slope.

He jogged all the way to Zhou Tianyang.

His tone carried a suppressed yet barely concealed excitement.