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

Some lay in the middle of the road, some curled up in the drainage ditch, and some leaned against the earthen embankment by the roadside.

Some hung on the edges of the bushes on the slope, no longer moving.

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

Ma Yong led his men in quickly from the entrance.

He was carrying an MP40 submachine gun, muzzle pointing forward, and moving quickly along the left edge of the dirt road.

Behind him followed dozens of soldiers, also carrying guns, maintaining a tight search formation.

"Check them one by one!"

"If you find anyone still breathing, give them a final shot!"

"Leave no one alive!"

Ma Yong's voice was exceptionally clear amidst the smoke of battle.

The soldiers responded and rushed down the slopes on both sides.

They worked in groups of three to quickly examine each body.

Those Japanese soldiers who were still writhing on the ground or groaning faintly.

Each one was precisely finished off with a shot.

Deng Chen and his fifty men also pushed in from the front exit at the same time.

The two forces converged on the middle from both ends.

Five minutes later.

The alleyway fell silent.

Ma Yong quickly walked from the end of the line back to the middle of the alley.

He stopped in front of Zhou Tianyang and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"Commander, the remaining Japanese troops have been completely wiped out."

"All 224 Japanese soldiers were killed."

"We have no casualties on our side."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, put away his sniper rifle, strode down the slope, and stood in the middle of the alley.

His gaze swept across the entire battlefield before he spoke to Ma Yong.

"Gather the supplies first, and bring all the useful ones."

"Dispose of the body without leaving a trace."

Ma Yong nodded, turned around and told the soldiers to get to work.

Although the equipment brought out by those remaining Japanese soldiers was not as much as that of the previous wave.

But the team of over two hundred people still managed to accumulate quite a bit of stuff.

Just then, Deng Chen suddenly frowned.

He walked quickly to the radio that the Japanese had abandoned by the roadside.

He crouched down to examine it for a moment, then turned back around.

"Commander, this radio is still usable."

"They've been sending messages to support the troops, so their location coordinates must have been sent more than once."

"Now that communication is cut off, they'll definitely notice something's wrong over there."

Zhou Tianyang's gaze fell on the radio, and he remained silent for a moment.

When was the last time they sent a telegram?

About half an hour ago.

Deng Chen's tone was confident.

"According to the Japanese's operational habits, they would usually send a location report at regular intervals to ensure that the rear could keep track of their movements."

"We just took them down, and during this time, the support forces have at least received their last telegram."

"We now know our approximate location."

Zhou Tianyang didn't speak. He stood there, his gaze fixed on the distant mountain shadows.

"So, the Japanese support troops will all advance in this direction according to the last received location coordinates?"

"right."

Deng Chen nodded, his tone remaining calm.

"Unless we can use this radio to send out a false intelligence report."

"But we don't use the Japanese code to communicate; if we did, it would be detected."

"Continuing to ambush is too costly and unnecessary."

Zhou Tianyang said with certainty.

"The Japanese reinforcements number at least several thousand, while we only have a little over three hundred men."

"Although the terrain is advantageous, how long can the soldiers hold out?"

After listening, Deng Chen remained silent for a moment.

He certainly understood what Zhou Tianyang meant.

Those two ambushes just now were well-executed and satisfying.

But the soldiers' physical exertion was real.

Everyone was carrying captured equipment. After walking for more than an hour and fighting another battle, even the strongest person couldn't withstand such torment.

"The commander is right."

Deng Chen nodded, his gaze falling on the soldiers in the distance who were cleaning up the battlefield.

"If the Japanese soldiers manage to get hold of you, you won't be able to shake them off."

Zhou Tianyang turned around and his gaze swept across the entire alleyway.

"Let's take another route. Once the Japanese catch up to us here, they won't be able to figure out our route."

"They only know that we went west, but there's more than one road to the west."

"Once we turn onto the side road, they won't know which direction to chase us."

Ma Yong strode back from a distance, carrying a bag of freshly sorted ammunition.

"Commander, which road should we turn onto?"

Zhou Tianyang didn't rush to answer; he took out the map from his pocket.

His gaze swept quickly across the area west of the alley.

The finger moved a short distance southwest from its current position and stopped on a path marked with a dotted line.

"This road."

His finger tapped on the dotted line.

"Although it's narrow, you can walk through it without having to go through the Japanese strongholds."

"Go southwest along this road, bypass the perimeter of the Japanese-controlled area, and then circle back to Lijia Yu from the west."

"Although it takes half a day longer, it's safe."

Ma Yong glanced down at the dotted line and nodded.

"I'll go and inform the comrades right away to speed up the cleanup of the battlefield."

He turned and walked toward the group, shouting as he went.

"Hurry up!"

"Bring everything you can, destroy anything you can't on the spot. We must leave in half an hour!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers worked even faster.

The battlefield was cleared in less than half an hour.

The soldiers regrouped, each carrying a heavier load than before.

But no one complained, and no one fell behind.

Led by Deng Chen, the group quickly turned into the path and disappeared behind the bushes at the fork in the road.

Zhou Tianyang walked in the middle of the group and glanced back one last time at the direction of the alley.

The Japanese soldiers' corpses were piled up in the ditch by the roadside, covered with a layer of withered grass.

If you don't get up close and look carefully, you won't be able to tell what happened here.

He looked away and strode to catch up with the group.

at the same time.

The main convoy of the Japanese regiment is advancing rapidly on the highway.

The corps commander sat in the cab of the sixth truck, his face grim.

Since receiving the last location telegram from Tanaka more than an hour ago.

And then no more messages came back.

"Haven't received the telegram from Tanaka yet?"

The communications soldier immediately shook his head.

"Reporting to the regimental commander, not yet."

When was the last time you contacted them?

"About an hour and twenty minutes ago."

"Company Commander Tanaka reported that they are continuing the pursuit along the dirt road and expect to contact us again in an hour."

"But there's still no signal."

The regimental commander did not speak.

His gaze fell on the winding road ahead, and he remained silent for a long while.

"Full speed ahead."

He spoke, his voice even colder than before.

"Something might have happened to Tanaka. We need to get to the location where we last made contact as quickly as possible."

"Hi!"

The order was quickly relayed throughout the convoy via flag signals and whistles.

The truck driver stepped on the gas, and the truck lurched forward.

It accelerated, bumping along the potholed road.

The Japanese soldiers sitting in the carriage were jolted and tossed about.