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

Zhou Tianyang put down his sniper rifle and stood up.

His position was high up in the middle of the slope, from where he could see the entire battlefield.

The retreating Japanese soldiers, like a swarm of startled ants, fled frantically northward along the highway.

Meanwhile, the soldiers of the New Second Regiment were pressing in from both sides in a flanking formation, like two open pincers, constantly tightening the encirclement.

The highway was littered with abandoned guns and ammunition boxes, and several crooked trucks blocked the road, hindering the Japanese retreat.

Some Japanese soldiers tried to escape by climbing up the slope, but the pursuing troops of the New Second Regiment had already occupied the high ground.

The Japanese soldiers who tried to climb were shot back as soon as they showed their heads.

The artillery barrage continued.

Tian Guoqiang had clearly seen the situation of a full-scale pursuit. He did not stop firing, but reduced the frequency of the shelling, but increased the accuracy.

Every shell seemed to have eyes.

It landed precisely in the center of the retreating Japanese troops, scattering the remaining soldiers who were still trying to regroup.

A dozen minutes later.

The situation on the battlefield has become completely clear.

The Japanese troops were retreating faster and faster, but the Second New Regiment was pursuing them even faster.

The Second Battalion had already pushed to the middle of the retreating troops, the Third Battalion had outflanked the Japanese from the flank to the right front, and the Fourth Battalion had completed its flanking maneuver from the other side.

Deng Chen led the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion to advance ahead of the retreating troops from a more distant position.

They formed a three-sided encirclement with Tian Chengjun and Sun Shengli.

The surviving Japanese soldiers were compressed into an area about one kilometer long at the end of the highway.

The Second Regiment was firing from all sides.

They had nowhere to run.

Zhou Tianyang quickly stepped down from the rocky platform and took a shortcut along the edge of the slope.

He was holding the M1C Garand semi-automatic sniper rifle in his hand.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the Japanese battalion commander in the retreating ranks.

That Japanese soldier is still running.

at the same time.

On the east side of the entrance to the filter valley, behind that natural earthen embankment.

Zhao Wenlong lay prone on the edge of the earthen embankment, his eyes fixed on the direction of the filter valley outlet.

The machine gun positions for the three platoons had already been set up.

The three MG42s were positioned at three key locations in the middle, north, and south sections of the earthen embankment, with their firing range covering the valley exit and an open area approximately 200 meters beyond it.

The soldiers were all in position, waiting for the Japanese to come out of the valley.

Zhao Wenlong listened intently to the gunshots and cannon fire coming from the direction of the southern slope.

The sounds were gradually moving northward, getting closer and closer.

This indicates that the battle on the commander's side is advancing in this direction.

The remnants of the Japanese army are running towards Lugu.

"Comrades!"

Zhao Wenlong's voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached the ears of every soldier around him.

"The Japanese devils are coming!"

"The First Battalion's mission is to hold this pass and shut the gate to the Filter Valley shut!"

"Not a single Japanese soldier is allowed to pass!"

A row of machine guns was firing directly at the outlet of the filter valley.

The second platoon's machine guns were positioned on the northern section of the earthen embankment, responsible for blocking the open area north of the valley exit to prevent the Japanese troops from scattering to both sides after leaving the valley.

The three platoons of machine guns were positioned on the southern section of the earthen embankment, responsible for blocking the passage on the south side of the filtration valley exit.

We must not let any fish slip through the net in that direction.

Three lines of fire, three MG42s.

A dense, impenetrable fire net was woven in front of the filter outlet.

Meanwhile, in the bushes on the west side, the deputy battalion commander of the first battalion and his company also completed their final deployment.

More than a hundred people were scattered in the woods, their guns pointed at the western edge of the valley exit.

If anyone tries to break out to the southwest after exiting the valley, they will run right into their firing range.

Zhao Wenlong's gaze fell on the direction of the filter valley outlet.

Waiting for the retreating Japanese soldiers to run in.

Five minutes later.

The first people appeared at the outlet of the filter valley.

Leading the way were a group of soldiers dressed in Japanese military uniforms.

The formation had completely fallen apart. Some people didn't even have guns anymore. Some were running while supporting each other. Everyone was panting heavily and their faces were covered in sweat.

They ran frantically toward the exit as if they had found a lifeline.

Zhao Wenlong did not give the order to fire.

He was waiting, waiting for more people to come into range.

A second group of figures appeared shortly afterward.

Then came the third and fourth batches.

More and more Japanese remnants poured out of the valley. They ran very fast, and some even fell down but got up and continued running.

No one looked back, no one stopped.

The Japanese battalion commander was mixed in with the crowd.

Zhao Wenlong recognized him at a glance.

Although the man had changed into the uniform of an ordinary officer, his ability to maintain a certain level of organization amidst the chaos made him stand out in the retreating ranks.

He was waving to the soldiers behind him, signaling them to speed up their passage through the filter valley exit.

"Wait until they're all inside before you fight."

Zhao Wenlong said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the captain.

The Japanese soldiers ran even faster.

The first group to rush out had already crossed the open area outside the exit.

They are rushing toward the highway extension on the north side of the valley.

Just then, Zhao Wenlong saw the scene he had always wanted to see.

About 100 meters behind the Japanese battalion commander, more Japanese remnants were pouring out of the valley.

Their formation was denser than those in front of them.

They pushed and shoved each other, all trying to escape the area covered by artillery fire as quickly as possible.

Zhao Wenlong did not wait any longer.

"beat!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

At the same time, his M1 Garand opened fire first.

"Bang!"

The Japanese battalion commander's body jolted violently as a bullet entered from his left back and exited through his chest.

He fell forward, face down on the road, and never moved again.

Immediately afterwards, all three MG42s opened fire simultaneously.

"Da da da da da da!"

The roar of the MG42 suddenly exploded at the exit of the filter valley, and bullets poured down from above the earthen embankment like a torrential rain.

The Japanese soldiers who had just emerged from the valley were completely stunned.

The group of people who ran the fastest in front instinctively wanted to stop and turn around to check when they heard gunshots behind them.

But the MG42's rate of fire was too fast; before they could react, the bullets had already arrived.

One after another, Japanese soldiers were shot and fell to the ground.

Some tried to run to the slopes on either side, but the simultaneous firing from the bushes forced them back to the center of the road.

Some people wanted to turn back into the valley, but the narrow entrance was now completely blocked by intense fire, and going in would only mean certain death.

The retreating troops were completely cut off.

If you can't get past what's in front, you can't go back to what's behind.

The remaining Japanese troops were pinned down in an area about two or three hundred meters before and after the exit of the Filter Valley.

The three MG42s fired in turn, with the ammunition belts being fed one after another by the feeder, almost without stopping.

After emptying the fifty-round ammunition belt, the assistant gunner immediately connected it with a new one.

The number of Japanese soldiers dwindled with each battle.

Those Japanese soldiers who were running for their lives just a minute ago were now falling one after another at the outlet of the filter valley, like wheat cut down by a sickle.

Some people tried to lie on the ground to avoid the bullets, but the MG42's firepower covered the entire open area, so it didn't matter whether they lay down or knelt.

Bullets rained down from above the earthen embankment, pinning down the figures lying on the ground one by one.