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

The company commanders looked at each other.

Their eyes held a knowing look.

Zhao Wenlong folded the map and put it in his pocket.

"You should all take my gunshots as the reference point."

"I'll fire the first shot, then you can fire."

"After firing two salvos, immediately retreat to the pre-designated cover points."

"Don't worry about how the fighting goes, don't worry about whether any Japanese soldiers escaped, as long as we retreat quickly, we've completed the mission."

Zhao Wenlong said no more and stood up.

He waved to the main force behind him.

"Second Company, Third Company, follow me."

He led his men along the edge of the earthen embankment, quickly making their way towards the natural earthen embankment to the east.

The group lined up in a single file, with each person spaced two to three steps apart, their steps light yet alert.

In less than ten minutes.

More than three hundred people silently dispersed behind the earthen embankment.

They each found their firing positions and used the earthen embankments as cover.

The deputy battalion commander and his company also dispersed towards the western bushes.

After entering the dense forest, the group quickly disappeared into the cover of branches and leaves.

From the outside, you would never guess that more than a hundred people were hiding in this forest.

Zhao Wenlong squatted behind the earthen embankment, his gaze sweeping across the terrain surrounding the entire filter valley.

He glanced to the left at the deployment of the eastern positions, then to the right at the direction of the western bushes.

After confirming that the deployment of the First Battalion was complete.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

All that was left was to wait for the Japanese to arrive.

at the same time.

Koichi Abe sat in the sidecar of a three-wheeled motorcycle.

I leaned against a slightly hard leather cushion.

With his hands crossed on his knees, he lazily glanced at the rolling mountain shadows outside the car window.

The bumpy ride on the motorcycle made him a little impatient.

The road surface was full of potholes, and the sidecar suspension had almost no shock absorption effect. Every now and then, the tires would run over a deep ditch or a protruding rock.

It bounced him up into the air.

But the faint smile on his lips never disappeared when he thought about the prospects of this sweep.

Since their 107th Regiment entered North China.

Similar sweeps have been carried out at least two or three times, and each time they have yielded fruitful results.

The grain buried in the cellars and the silver coins hidden in the walls of the village would eventually become his spoils of war.

After all supplies were collected and centralized, 30% were handed over to the regimental headquarters, and the remaining portion was distributed proportionally by officers at all levels.

As the regimental commander, he naturally took the lion's share.

After the previous raids, he asked someone to exchange the silver dollars for gold bars.

Each time he counted the gold bars, seeing that there were a few more, he felt a sense of satisfaction that was even more comforting than winning a battle.

The target of this sweep was the 386th Brigade's defense zone.

It is said that the people in this area are living well, and the Eighth Route Army's base area is also quite well-established.

When ordinary people have grain, money, and supplies, those things will eventually become their assets.

Thinking of this, Koichi Abe couldn't help but reach out and touch the hilt of the military sword at his waist.

"adjutant."

He called out, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, carrying the composure unique to those in a position of authority.

A young officer sitting behind the driver on the motorcycle immediately turned to the side.

The adjutant quickly pulled out a map, waiting for Abe Koichi to ask questions.

"Commander-in-Chief, what are your orders?"

Koichi Abe did not answer immediately, but first turned his head to look at the increasingly steep mountain shadow on his left.

Then he slowly began to speak.

"Where are we now?"

The adjutant quickly looked down and glanced at the markings on the map.

He then looked up and observed the terrain ahead through the windshield in front of the sidecar, his tone respectful.

"Reporting to the platoon leader, we have now entered an area approximately eight miles north of Filter Valley."

"At the current marching speed, the vanguard will reach the entrance to the Filter Valley in about forty minutes to an hour."

Koichi Abe leaned back against the chair in the corner, his gaze still fixed on the front.

He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was mentally reviewing the location of the valley and the surrounding terrain.

Then I asked a question casually.

"What's the terrain like in the Filter Valley?"

The adjutant glanced down at the markings on the map again and replied:

"Lügu is a long and narrow valley, about two miles long, with steep slopes on both sides covered with shrubs."

"The highway cuts through the valley and is the only way to the 386th Brigade's defense zone."

"Intelligence indicates that there are no permanent settlements on either side of the valley, nor have any permanent strongholds of the Eighth Route Army been found."

Upon hearing this, Koichi Abe's lips twitched slightly.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just gave a noncommittal "hmm".

"Did the advance troops scout out that section of the road in Lugu beforehand?"

The adjutant nodded immediately.

"It's already been sent."

"A small scout team was dispatched ahead of time to advance south along the highway, focusing on reconnaissance of the Lugu Valley and the surrounding area."

"No abnormal situations have been reported so far."

"According to normal procedures, they should have completed all reconnaissance work before the advance troops arrived at the valley."

"And leave markers at the entrance, and only allow the main force to pass through after confirming it is safe."

"very good."

Koichi Abe nodded in satisfaction.

He turned his gaze away from what was in front of him, glanced around, and then returned it to his adjutant's face, his tone still casual.

"After crossing the Lugu Valley, how far is it to the 386th Brigade's defense zone?"

The adjutant glanced down at the map again.

The finger moved south along the road from the outlet of the filter valley, stopping at a location marked with a red dotted line.

"After passing through the Lugu Valley, it will take about 30 more miles to enter the outer area of ​​the 386th Brigade's defense zone."

"If the march goes smoothly, the vanguard should reach the outskirts of the first village by this evening."

Koichi Abe listened without much change in expression, but the smile on his lips deepened slightly.

The motorcycle wheels rolled over a deep ditch, causing the motorcycle to lurch violently, and Koichi Abe's body tilted to the side.

He braced himself against the edge of the sidecar, frowned slightly, but did not get angry.

The road conditions are really bad; even a truck would still be bumpy.

Moreover, this is a lightweight three-wheeled motorcycle.

Koichi Abe remained silent.

He turned his gaze back ahead, watching the rapidly passing mountain shadows and bushes.

After walking for about a few more miles...

The adjutant's voice came again from the side and behind.

"Commander, the entrance to the Filter Valley is about three miles ahead."

"The advance troops have already assembled and are waiting outside the valley entrance. The scouts have just sent back a message confirming that no abnormalities have been found on the slopes on both sides of the valley."

Koichi Abe opened his eyes and sat up straight.

The entrance to the narrow valley in the distance was already faintly visible.

He looked at it for a while, then looked away, his tone still calm and unhurried.

"Pass down the order: after the vanguard enters the valley, maintain a defensive formation and advance. Do not move too fast, and pay close attention to the movements on both sides of the slope."

"Once it is confirmed to be safe, then the main force will follow up."

The adjutant immediately replied:

"Hi!"

Then he turned to the side and loudly repeated the order to the communications soldier on the motorcycle behind him.

The motorcycle then sped forward, relaying the order to the advance troops ahead.

Koichi Abe leaned back against the chair, looking at the valley entrance that was getting closer and closer, feeling great.

In his eyes, it was just an ordinary road.