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After half an hour.

At the entrance of the filter valley.

The first group of Japanese soldiers appeared.

Leading the way was a squad of scouts.

There were about thirty people, carrying Type 38 rifles, and their formation was spread out.

They slowly advanced along the earthen embankments on both sides of the road.

Every ten or so steps, you should stop and observe the surrounding terrain.

Some people squatted by the roadside, using bayonets to clear away the bushes to inspect the area, while others raised binoculars to repeatedly examine the slopes on both sides of the valley.

Only after confirming that there are no abnormalities can we continue moving forward.

Following about two hundred meters behind the scouts was the main force of the advance team.

A full-strength infantry company, more than two hundred men.

Their formation was denser than that of the scouts, but they still maintained a vigilant marching column.

Behind them were the main force of the regiment.

A procession of more than three thousand people stretched out along the road.

From the entrance of the filter valley, you can't see the end of the valley as you head north.

Trucks, mules, infantry, and supplies crawled slowly forward.

Koichi Abe sat in the sidecar motorcycle, looking towards the entrance of the valley in the distance.

He neither ordered the advance troops to stop nor urged them to speed up.

He simply stared silently at the approaching valley entrance, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees, as if he were calculating something.

The adjutant jogged up from behind, bent down beside his sidecar, and said in a low voice:

"Commander, the advance troops have reached the entrance to the Filter Valley, and the scouts are making final confirmations."

Takashi Abe nodded without saying anything more.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction of Lugu Valley, his brow furrowing slightly.

He couldn't tell whether it was intuition or experience reminding him.

The slopes on both sides of the filter valley were too quiet.

It was unusually quiet.

There were no birdsong, no rustling of the bushes in the wind.

There was no sound from wild animals.

He did send scouts to scan the area beforehand to confirm that there was nothing unusual on the slope.

But the silence still gave him an inexplicable premonition.

at the same time.

Behind the natural earthen embankment on the east side of the filter valley.

Zhao Wenlong lay prone behind a clump of dry weeds, his eyes fixed on the direction of the entrance to the filter valley through the gaps.

He could see the Japanese scouts gradually approaching the valley entrance.

You can see the main force of the vanguard slowly advancing.

You can also see that the long gray dragon in the distance is still flowing northward in an endless stream.

His finger rested on the trigger, his breathing steady and shallow.

The soldiers from the Second and Third Companies were scattered behind the earthen embankment, with a soldier every few steps.

Everyone lowered their body as much as possible, becoming one with the earthen mound.

From the slope, you wouldn't be able to tell that anyone was hiding there.

Zhao Wenlong's gaze swept back and forth at the entrance of the Filter Valley, waiting for the right opportunity.

He can't fire too soon.

If the vanguard of the Japanese army had not yet fully entered the valley, his premature exposure would only make Abe Koichi make a more cautious judgment.

He can't fire too late either.

If the main force of the Japanese army has already begun to enter Lugu Valley, it would be pointless for him to fire at the entrance.

He had to choose that delicate gap between the two.

The vanguard of the Japanese army entered the middle section of the valley, while the main force had not yet fully entered the valley entrance.

At this point, Koichi Abe dared not allow the vanguard to continue advancing, nor did he dare to rashly send the main force forward.

He would be stuck at the entrance of the filter valley, unable to move forward or backward.

This is the ideal time.

At the entrance to the valley, the Japanese scouts had already walked about a hundred meters and were slowly advancing along the dirt road at the bottom of the valley.

They maintained their vigilant formation, but their pace was noticeably faster than when they first entered the valley.

The sergeant at the front was looking sideways down the slope.

The main force of the vanguard is entering the valley one by one.

Those ahead have already entered the valley entrance, while those behind are still waiting at the entrance.

Just then.

Zhao Wenlong's pupils contracted slightly.

He held his breath.

The Japanese sergeant who was walking at the front suddenly stopped.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out in the valley.

The bullet struck the Japanese sergeant precisely in the right temple.

His body suddenly tilted to the side and he fell straight down.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers of the First Battalion opened fire simultaneously.

The sound of over three hundred Type 38 rifles rang out in unison.

A hail of bullets rained down from above the earthen embankment on the east side.

It covered the vanguard of the Japanese troops who were advancing at the bottom of the valley.

The first few dozen Japanese soldiers fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

Some people didn't even have time to react before they were shot and fell down.

Some tried to return fire, but before they could even locate the enemy, they were shot down by a hail of bullets.

At the same time, the deputy battalion commander's company, led by him, also opened fire in the bushes on the west side.

Bullets were fired from the edge of the forest, crisscrossing into the valley from the side, creating a crossfire with the fire from the east.

The vanguard of the Japanese troops was caught in the middle.

There were bullets in front, bullets behind, and bullets on both sides.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemies on both sides!"

"Take cover! Find cover!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack now!"

The Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the valley were briefly thrown into chaos.

But soon some people crouched behind the rocks by the roadside and began firing at both sides.

They were not new recruits; they were all veterans who had been through many battles.

After the initial panic, they quickly regained their composure.

However, the main force that was still outside the valley entrance and had not yet entered the valley was completely disrupted by the sudden gunfire.

The line stopped at the entrance.

The troops behind were unaware of what was happening ahead.

Within seconds, there was a noticeable standstill and chaos.

Koichi Abe sat upright in the sidecar motorcycle the moment he heard the first gunshot.

His gaze suddenly turned towards the entrance of the Filter Valley, and the composure on his face vanished completely in that instant.

His lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something, but the first wave of intense gunfire followed immediately.

He heard it very clearly.

The gunshot came from inside the valley.

"Commander!"

The adjutant's voice came from the side, carrying a barely suppressed urgency.

"The advance troops were ambushed in the middle of the valley; fire opened fire simultaneously from both sides of the slopes!"

Koichi Abe did not respond immediately; his gaze remained fixed on the direction of the entrance to the valley.

His mind was racing.

An ambush was launched, with fire simultaneously from both sides of the slopes, and the vanguard was pinned down at the bottom of the valley and unable to advance.

All this information told him that the Eighth Route Army's ambush positions were set up on both sides of the valley.

In other words, they had an ambush inside the valley.

Koichi Abe's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

He made a judgment in a very short time.

"Have the artillery company prepare for shelling."

His voice remained as steady as ever, but his speaking speed was noticeably faster than before.

"Target: the slopes on both sides of the valley, fire coverage."

"First, use three rapid-fire rounds to cover the slopes on both sides from the valley entrance to the middle of the valley."

"After completing three rounds, we will pause for observation."

"If the enemy stops firing, begin a second round of saturation fire."

"If the enemy continues firing, switch directly to sustained artillery fire."

The adjutant didn't ask any more questions and turned to run away.

The order was quickly relayed to the artillery company at the rear of the column via communications and flag signals.

Within minutes, the four Type 41 mountain guns completed the adjustment of firing parameters and the loading of shells.

Koichi Abe was sitting in the sidecar of a motorcycle at that moment.

His gaze was cold as he spoke:

"fire."