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

at the same time.

Ichiro Nakamura sat in the passenger seat of the sixth truck, his face grim.

A day and a night have passed since yesterday.

The scouts he sent out chased after the enemy for more than ten miles along that southwest-bound path, but the news they brought back was more and more disappointing.

"After passing through that mixed forest, the group split into several parts, and it was impossible to tell which side the main force went to."

"It went southwest again, and there were many trampling marks on the edge of the farmland, but they disappeared further ahead."

Every message felt like a needle pricking his heart.

He was no inexperienced novice; he had served in the military for over twenty years, rising from second lieutenant to colonel. What kind of opponents hadn't he seen?

But the team he encountered this time had a playing style that completely overturned his understanding.

The other party is like an eel; just when you think you're about to catch them, they slip away with a flick of their tail.

You chased him to the alleyway, but he had already turned into a side street.

You sent someone to chase him down the path, but he circled around to the back of the farmland.

You have the surrounding outposts block all access routes.

He just happens to slip right past you.

Nakamura Ichiro clenched his teeth so tightly they made a grinding sound.

He was planning how to adjust the deployment next.

The communications soldier rushed to the driver's cab, stood at attention, and held up a telegram.

His expression conveyed an barely suppressed urgency.

"Commander!"

"Urgent telegram from Wolf Valley outpost!"

Nakamura Ichiro pushed open the car door, jumped out of the driver's seat, and grabbed the telegram.

His gaze swept quickly across the first line, and for those few seconds, his breathing almost stopped.

"The Wolf Valley stronghold was attacked by unidentified armed forces. The garrison was ordered to pursue them, but was ambushed after entering Wolf Valley, and the main force was almost completely wiped out."

"The current stronghold has less than two hundred men left. We request urgent reinforcements from the regiment."

When Nakamura Ichiro finished reading it the first time, his hand trembled slightly.

He thought he had misread it, so he read it a second time from beginning to end.

You read that right.

A large force was ambushed in Wolf Valley, and its main force was almost completely wiped out.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the southwest.

Wolf Valley is about twenty miles away from where he is now.

If the enemy retreats immediately after the ambush at Wolf Valley.

The distance is now only more than twenty miles.

He finally found the other person.

"Everyone has it!"

His voice rose a few decibels, carrying an explosive force that had been suppressed for a whole day and finally found an outlet.

"Target: Wolf Valley!"

"Full speed ahead!"

The orders were communicated throughout the unit via flag signals and whistles.

However, the road conditions took a sharp turn for the worse after the group had traveled less than two miles.

After turning from the highway onto the side road leading to Wolf Valley, the road surface quickly narrows and becomes steeper.

A Japanese company commander ran back from the front, panting, and stood in front of Nakamura Ichiro.

"Commander, the road trucks ahead can't move."

Nakamura Ichiro remained silent for a moment, then stood at the crossroads and looked ahead.

That road was indeed too narrow; trucks couldn't get through at all, and even if they managed to squeeze in, they couldn't turn around.

If the road ahead narrows further, the entire convoy will be stuck halfway.

"Everyone get off the bus."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an undeniable force.

"Infantry advance on foot, target: Wolf Valley."

After the order was given, the Japanese soldiers on the truck jumped off one by one.

Nakamura Ichiro stood on the earthen embankment at the crossroads, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who were lining up.

His voice was loud, and every word seemed to be shouted out with all his might.

"We were fooled by a group of Eighth Route Army soldiers for several days."

His gaze swept across the faces of the soldiers one by one.

"They attacked our entire battalion and then ran away."

"They attacked our company and then ran away."

"They attacked our stronghold, and then escaped for the third time."

His voice rose a few decibels.

"The face of the Imperial Army has been trampled and rubbed into the ground by these people."

"Can you tolerate this?"

No one answered, but the soldiers' gazes clearly changed.

Exhaustion is being replaced by something else.

That feeling was a mixture of anger, shame, and suppressed frustration.

"They're just ahead."

Ichiro Nakamura's voice was still very loud.

"The Wolf Valley stronghold was crippled by them. They thought they had won and that we couldn't catch up."

"They are wrong."

He stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of the mountain ridge ahead.

"We're heading there now to block them."

"Let's attack from both sides, don't let any of them escape."

"The blood of the fallen imperial warriors cannot be shed in vain."

"The dignity of the empire must be washed away with the heads of those people."

His gaze sharpened.

"Did you understand?"

"Hi!"

Thousands of voices rang out simultaneously, echoing through the empty valley.

The soldiers' previously weary faces were now replaced by something almost fanatical.

The team advanced quickly along the narrow mountain path, turning from a march into a jog.

Nakamura Ichiro rode on horseback, walking in the middle of the procession, slightly ahead of the others.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, allowing the soldiers behind him to maintain a rhythm that was neither too tiring nor too slow.

His gaze swept across the road ahead from time to time, judging how far they were from Wolf Valley.

The road became narrower and steeper.

He glanced back at the line behind him.

The line stretched out in a long, winding queue; some members were already panting, but no one fell behind.

Sweat streamed down the soldiers' faces, soaking the collars of their uniforms, and their panting echoed along the mountain path.

But the anger and shame drove them to run faster than usual on the rugged mountain road.

"Speed ​​up!"

Nakamura Ichiro called out again to those behind him.

"They can't have gone far!"

The group's pace quickened even further.

……

the other side.

Zhou Tianyang's team set off again.

After evacuating from Wolf Valley.

They moved quickly northwest along a relatively flat dirt road.

Deng Chen turned back from the front of the group.

He walked up to Zhou Tianyang and glanced at the distant mountain shadow.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the continuous outline.

Then he looked away, his tone carrying a complex mix of emotions.

"Commander, is that the Taihang Mountains?"

"That's the foothills of the Taihang Mountains."

Zhou Tianyang's pace remained unchanged.

"After crossing over, it's another hour or so to reach Lijia Yu."

Deng Chen did not speak again.

He walked in silence for a while, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the approaching mountain silhouette.

The veterans behind him were also looking in the same direction, their eyes filled with something indescribable.

Someone whispered something, and the people around laughed.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear within the marching procession.

Ma Yong ran up quickly from the back of the line and walked to Zhou Tianyang's side, his steps a little lighter than usual.

"Commander, there's no tail following behind."

Zhou Tianyang did not turn around.

His steps maintained that light and steady rhythm.

"Stay vigilant and don't let your guard down."

Ma Yong responded and ran back to the back of the line.

But his footsteps clearly carried an undeniable lightness.

The sunlight shone from the side, making the outline of the Taihang Mountains exceptionally clear.

The mountain shadow appeared even taller in the twilight, like a silent barrier stretching between heaven and earth.

Zhou Tianyang glanced at the mountain shadow, then at the soldiers behind him who were hurrying on their way.

Then he looked away and quickened his pace.