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

Then.

Zhou Tianyang's scope moved rapidly across the battlefield.

They were searching for the Japanese officers who were still trying to organize a defense.

A Japanese major was crouching behind a bombed-overturned truck, waving his arms in an attempt to regroup the scattered soldiers.

Zhou Tianyang's crosshair was firmly placed over his head, and then he pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

The major's body suddenly leaned back.

His arm froze in mid-air for a moment before drooping down, and he slid under the truck chassis.

[Ding! One Japanese major killed. 3000 points awarded.]

The system notification sounded in his mind.

But Zhou Tianyang had already set his sights on his next target.

A Japanese captain was holding a military knife and shouting something.

Zhou Tianyang's crosshairs were aimed directly at his chest.

"Bang."

The captain's body jolted violently, his saber flew out of his hand, and he collapsed to the ground.

[Ding! One Japanese captain killed. 800 points awarded.]

Zhou Tianyang did not stop.

His finger kept pulling the trigger, and when the magazine was empty, he quickly replaced it with a new one, each bullet hitting the target precisely.

Those Japanese officers who were trying to organize a counterattack, those gunners who were setting up machine guns, and those soldiers who were still hesitating whether to flee or fight.

Each one paused briefly in his scope.

Then it is precisely removed.

[Ding! One Japanese major killed. 3000 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese captain killed. 800 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese lieutenant killed. 500 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese lieutenant killed. 200 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese soldier killed. 5 points awarded.]

[Ding! One Japanese soldier killed. 5 points awarded.]

The system's notification sounds echoed continuously in his mind like a never-ending river.

Each ringing sound meant that another enemy had been killed.

at the same time.

To the north, in the direction of the 772nd Regiment.

Cheng Shifa lay prone behind an earthen embankment at the forefront of the 772nd Regiment's position.

Holding binoculars, he stared intently at the Japanese camp ahead, which was being shrouded in artillery fire.

The shelling by the New Second Regiment had been going on for nearly ten minutes, and the explosions had turned half the sky orange-red.

Thick smoke rose from the center of the camp, swirling and drifting southeast in the night wind.

Cheng Shifa put down his binoculars and stood up from behind the earthen embankment.

He turned to face the more than two thousand soldiers behind him who were already fully equipped and ready to go, and took a deep breath.

Then he suddenly drew his Mauser pistol from his waist and pointed the muzzle forward.

"772nd Regiment, follow me!"

His voice was exceptionally loud in the night.

More than two thousand people stood up simultaneously from their hiding places.

With bayonets fixed, they formed skirmish lines and charged toward the burning camp ahead.

Leading the charge was the 1st Battalion of the 772nd Regiment.

The battalion commander was Liu Changshan, a veteran Red Army soldier in his mid-thirties who had fought his way through the Long March. He had an old scar on his face that stretched from his eyebrow to his cheekbone.

He ran at the front with his gun in hand, his steps fast and steady, while the soldiers of the battalion behind him maintained the same pace.

The formation was spread out, with people spaced three or four steps apart, covering each other as they advanced.

They crossed the first earthen embankment, and then the second.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burnt smoke, which mixed together and made people's throats dry.

But no one stopped, no one slowed down.

The trenches surrounding the camp came into view ahead.

The trench had been blasted beyond recognition by the artillery fire of the Second New Regiment; most of the edges had collapsed, and the bottom of the trench was piled with rubble and scorched earth.

Liu Changshan was the first to jump down. He bent his knees slightly to absorb the force when his feet landed, then immediately straightened up, picked up his gun, and rushed towards the other side of the trench.

The soldiers behind him followed closely, jumping into the trench one after another, and then climbing out one after another.

As Liu Changshan rushed to the edge of the camp, he bumped into a Japanese soldier who had just crawled out of the ruins.

The man was covered in dust, his helmet was askew, and he was holding a Type 38 rifle in his hand, the muzzle of which he hadn't yet raised.

Liu Changshan's bayonet was a step faster, piercing the man's chest with precision. The man groaned and his body went limp.

Liu Changshan drew his bayonet, sidestepped the fallen body, and continued charging forward.

The entire battalion behind him had crossed the trench and were deploying on the north side of the camp.

Their goal was clear: to press down from north to south.

Drive the Japanese soldiers scattered by artillery fire southward, giving them no chance to break out to the north.

Meanwhile, to the northeast of the camp.

The 2nd Battalion of the 772nd Regiment is also advancing simultaneously.

The route of the Second Battalion was slightly to the east than that of the First Battalion.

Their mission was to flank the Japanese troops and block their possible escape route to the northeast.

The second battalion commander was named Ma Zhendong. He was a few years younger than Liu Changshan, but he was no slouch when it came to fighting.

He led more than 500 men in a rapid advance along the northeast corner of the camp.

They weaved through the wreckage of several overturned trucks, taking down the Japanese soldiers who tried to run in that direction one by one.

Those Japanese soldiers had completely lost their organization at this point.

Their commander was mostly killed in the first round of shelling, and the rest fought on their own. Some took cover behind the ruins and fired a few shots outwards before immediately moving to another position.

Some attempted to retreat towards the center of the camp, hoping to rely on the fortifications that had not yet been completely destroyed for resistance.

However, most of those fortifications were also destroyed in the artillery fire, and few were still usable.

Cheng Shifa walked in the middle of the column, carrying a Mauser pistol, with a staff officer and a communications soldier from the regimental headquarters beside him.

His gaze never left the battlefield ahead.

He would occasionally raise the Mauser pistol in his hand.

They took down a Japanese soldier who was trying to fire at them from the flank.

He emptied two magazines and then switched to a third.

"Pass down the order!"

Cheng Shifa turned his head and spoke to the communications soldier beside him.

"Order the First and Second Battalions to accelerate their advance and give the Japanese no chance to regroup!"

The communications soldier responded and bent down to run forward.

The First Battalion's advance speed has clearly increased.

Liu Changshan and his men had already broken into the middle of the camp.

They were exchanging fire with a small group of Japanese soldiers in an open field riddled with craters from artillery shells.

The group of Japanese soldiers, numbering about forty or fifty, were huddled behind a section of dilapidated low wall, firing outwards.

Their firepower wasn't too strong.

But the low wall provided good cover, and the battalion's several assaults were suppressed.

Liu Changshan squatted behind a water vat that had been blown over.

After observing for a few seconds.

Then he gestured to the machine gunner behind him.

The machine gunner, carrying a machine gun, crept up from behind.

He set up his gun at the edge of a shell crater.