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

3:50 a.m.

Dark as ink.

The outline of the Taihang Mountains stands silently in the darkness, like a silent barrier between heaven and earth.

It is located about forty miles southwest of Lijia Yu.

The back of a low mountain ridge.

All 2,500 soldiers of the New Second Regiment have entered their designated attack positions.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind a rock at the highest point of the mountain ridge, holding binoculars in his hand, looking in a direction about three miles ahead.

In the darkness of night, in the center of that open valley.

The outline of the 69th Regiment's temporary camp was faintly visible.

The campsite was set up quite neatly.

A makeshift trench was dug around the perimeter, and sandbags were piled up behind the trench, with machine guns mounted on top of the sandbags.

There was a makeshift watchtower at each of the four corners of the camp, and sentries could be seen pacing back and forth from the top of the towers.

The sentry walked mechanically atop the tower, showing no unusual vigilance.

Zhou Tianyang put down his binoculars and glanced at his watch.

3:51 a.m.

He glanced back at the soldiers lying on the back of the ridge.

Everyone waited quietly in their respective positions.

Zhao Wenlong lay prone at the very front of the battalion, his eyes also fixed intently on the camp.

The more than 500 soldiers behind him had made their final preparations.

Tian Chengjun led the Second Battalion to spread out to the side and rear of the First Battalion.

Their mission was to quickly follow up after the First Battalion broke through the breach and spread out to both flanks.

Sun Shengli's Third Battalion, as a reserve force, was positioned further back.

But they are all in place and ready to be deployed as reinforcements at any time.

Deng Chen's Fourth Battalion was located further away, and their mission was to fight after the battle began.

By flanking from the flank, we can cut off any possibility of the Japanese retreating southwest.

Tian Guoqiang's artillery battalion was positioned in a depression on the west side of the ridge.

All twenty mortars have been loaded and aimed.

3:55 a.m.

Zhou Tianyang picked up the sniper rifle that was placed next to the rock, set it up on the rock in front of him, and looked through the scope toward the camp.

He could see the blurry outline of the sentry on the tower.

3:57 a.m.

Zhou Tianyang looked away from the scope, turned his head and whispered something to someone behind him.

"Pass down the order!"

"Artillery battalion, prepare to fire."

"Target: Japanese camp."

The order was transmitted silently down the back of the mountain ridge.

Several messengers crouched low and ran quickly past, delivering the orders to each battalion commander.

After receiving the order, Tian Guoqiang gestured to the artillery position behind him.

The gunners of twenty mortars simultaneously placed their hands on the shells.

It was exactly four o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Tianyang suddenly swung his right hand downwards.

"fire!"

The order was instantly transmitted throughout the entire artillery position via flag signals and whistles.

Twenty mortars fired their heavy shells almost simultaneously.

The shells ripped through the night sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

It accurately struck the camp of the 69th Regiment.

When the first volley of shells landed, the entire camp felt as if it had been violently overturned by an invisible giant hand.

The explosion suddenly burst into flames in the night.

The Japanese soldiers, who were still asleep, were awakened by the explosion.

Some people were hit by shrapnel before they even had a chance to open their eyes.

Then came the second and third rounds of shells.

The landing point precisely covered the core area of ​​the camp.

The Japanese command post was hit directly in the first round of shelling, and flames shot into the sky.

The machine gun positions on the perimeter of the camp were also given special attention.

After several rounds of shells, the sandbags and machine guns were blown to pieces.

The sentries on the tower disappeared during the first round of shelling.

The two towers were directly hit by the shells, and the wooden structure collapsed in the explosion.

The shelling lasted for a full ten minutes.

Twenty mortars fired in turn, with new shells landing in each round, blasting the Japanese soldiers who were still trying to organize a defense into a panicked flight.

The entire camp was engulfed in flames.

Thick smoke and flames shot into the sky, particularly glaring in the night.

Zhou Tianyang saw the figures scattering and fleeing through the scope.

He put down his binoculars, turned to the side, and called out behind him.

"Zhao Wenlong!"

"arrive!"

Zhao Wenlong suddenly stood up from behind the beam, holding the M1 Garand in his hand.

"First Battalion, follow me!"

His voice was exceptionally loud in the night.

More than 500 soldiers stood up simultaneously from the back of the mountain ridge.

Forming skirmish lines and carrying rifles with bayonets fixed, they charged toward the burning camp.

Zhao Wenlong, who was at the forefront, had already jumped over the outer trench that had been blasted beyond recognition by artillery fire.

He fired his M1 Garand first, and with a bang, a Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

The soldiers of the first battalion followed closely behind him.

Bullets rained down on the camp.

The Japanese soldiers, who had just recovered from the shelling, were caught off guard by the intense charge before they could organize an effective defense.

Someone carrying a Type 38 rifle crawled out of the ruins to try to fight back, but was suppressed by the firepower of the First Battalion as soon as he showed his face.

Some people tried to retreat, but their backs were already ablaze with artillery fire, leaving them with no way out.

Zhao Wenlong was at the forefront, and he had already broken into the middle of the camp.

A bullet grazed his left arm.

His uniform was torn open, but he didn't even stop.

He turned and shot down the Japanese soldier who was firing at him.

The battalion of over 500 men had all crossed the trenches and were advancing rapidly within the camp.

They deployed in squads, with three people taking turns providing cover. Some were responsible for suppression, some for advancing, and some for flanking protection.

The formation maintained good order amidst the chaos of the battlefield, and every tactical movement was precise and efficient.

Tian Chengjun led the Second Battalion and stormed into the camp.

His mission was to expand to both flanks after the First Battalion broke through the breach and extend the gains.

The soldiers of the Second Battalion immediately split into two groups after rushing into the camp.

One force pressed down on the left flank, while another flanked the right flank.

They divided the Japanese soldiers in the camp, who had not yet had time to organize themselves, into several groups.

Sun Shengli's Third Battalion, as a reserve force, remained on standby behind the mountain ridge.

He crouched behind a large rock, his eyes fixed on the battlefield ahead.

Deng Chen's Fourth Battalion had completed a flanking maneuver from a more distant position.

They took a long detour and advanced from the southwest of the camp, blocking the Japanese troops' possible retreat route.

Deng Chen led the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion to deploy in a dry ditch, aiming their guns at the gap in the southwest of the camp.

Any Japanese soldier attempting to break out from this direction would simply run into their barrage of fire.

Zhou Tianyang remained lying behind the highest rock on the mountain ridge.

He did not participate in the infantry charge.

But the sniper rifle in his hand never stopped firing.