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"Whichever path he chooses, we'll follow."

"He'll take the main road, we'll fight on the main road."

"He takes the mountain path, we fight on the mountain path."

"He can't escape today, no matter what."

Sun Shengli nodded and said nothing more.

The group continued moving forward.

The mountain road was rugged and full of potholes.

But the soldiers moved very quickly.

They marched in unison, and no one fell behind.

Zhou Tianyang walked for more than an hour and was slightly sweaty.

His body, which was at the limits of human endurance, made him feel no fatigue, and his steps remained light.

But he noticed.

Several soldiers were already panting heavily.

After all, it was a forced march.

Everyone was carrying guns and ammunition, so they couldn't move very fast.

"Wenlong, slow down."

Zhou Tianyang called out to Zhao Wenlong, who was in front of him.

"Let the brothers save their energy; we'll have to fight again when we get to Wazigou."

Zhao Wenlong responded, and the group slowed down.

We walked for about another hour.

The sky is gradually getting brighter.

Zhao Wenlong stopped in his tracks.

He turned to Zhou Tianyang and said.

"Commander, we're at Wazigou just ahead."

Zhou Tianyang stepped forward.

Standing on a mountain ridge, I looked down.

Below was a long ravine, at the bottom of which was a dry riverbed covered with stones and sand.

The riverbed meanders from east to west.

They disappeared into the distant mountain valley.

To the north of the gully are steep mountain walls.

It was almost vertical, completely bare, with only sparse grass growing on it.

To the south of the gully are relatively gentle hillsides.

The slope is about 30 to 40 degrees and is covered with shrubs and weeds.

The shrubs vary in height, some so dense they resemble a wall, while others are relatively sparse.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze swept back and forth across the south slope.

He was quickly assigning ambush locations in his mind.

Then, he looked at the north slope.

The north slope is indeed steep.

But it's not like there's no place for them at all.

On the steep mountainside.

There are a few slightly flatter bumps where people can stand.

Although the visibility is good, it is also very dangerous.

Once discovered by bandits, there would be nowhere to run.

But Zhou Tianyang had no intention of running away.

He planned to be at that high vantage point.

They named Liu Feng and those bandit leaders one by one.

"Wenlong".

"arrive!"

"You take the main force and ambush in the middle section of the south slope, where the bushes are densest."

"Spread out, line up in a row, and each person find a shooting position and take cover."

"No shooting without orders."

"Also, send someone to keep watch at the entrance of Black Wind Stronghold."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong turned and ran back to the group.

……

The sky was bright.

Zhou Tianyang stood on the mountain ridge.

His face remained expressionless, but he was calculating the time in his mind.

According to Sun Shengli's reconnaissance, the bandits should have set off early this morning.

It's a little past seven in the morning. If Liu Feng isn't a late sleeper, the bandits should have already left the village.

"Commander."

Zhao Wenlong walked down the south slope, holding a piece of dry food in his hand, and handed it to Zhou Tianyang.

"Let's eat something, we don't know how long we'll have to wait."

Zhou Tianyang took the dry rations, broke off a piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and then drank some water.

The dry rations were made of cornmeal and were as hard as rocks.

But in these days, it's good enough to have this to eat.

"Are the brothers all hidden?"

"alright."

Zhao Wenlong nodded.

"Eighty people were lined up on the south slope, each with a shooting position, and they were all camouflaged with bushes and weeds."

"Looking up from the bottom of the ditch, you can't see anyone at all."

"What about the blocking forces at the mouth and end of the gully?"

"Two shifts were assigned to each side, and they are all in place."

Zhao Wenlong pointed eastward.

"At the east end of the ditch, Ma Xiaozhu, with two squads, twenty-three men, has already secured the position."

"At the west end of the ditch, Liu Dazhuang led two squads, twenty-three men, and they arrived as well."

Zhou Tianyang nodded and then looked at the north slope.

The north slope is steep, and he had already identified the few slightly gentler protrusions on the mountainside.

That's where you get the best view; you can see the entire bottom of the ravine.

But getting up there is not easy; you have to climb a steep slope of nearly fifty meters without any protection.

"Commander, are you really going to the north slope?"

Zhao Wenlong's tone carried a hint of worry.

"That place is too dangerous. If you are discovered by bandits, you won't even have anywhere to run."

"It won't be discovered."

Zhou Tianyang spoke with certainty.

"The bandits are all at the bottom of the ravine, their attention is focused on what's in front and to the sides, who would look up?"

"Moreover, the north slope is so steep, they would never have thought that people could hide up there."

Zhao Wenlong opened his mouth, wanting to say a few more words of advice, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He knew Zhou Tianyang; once the regimental commander made a decision, there was no point in trying to dissuade him.

"Then please be careful."

Zhao Wenlong managed to utter this sentence.

Zhou Tianyang patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

Time passed by, second by second.

The sun slowly rose from the east, shining on the hillsides on both sides of Wazigou.

The soldiers lay motionless behind the bushes.

They were covered with weeds and branches, and from a distance, it was impossible to tell that people were hiding there.

The gun was aimed at the bottom of the ditch, the finger was on the trigger, and the eyes were fixed on the direction of the ditch opening.

No one spoke, no one whispered.

Only the occasional bird calls echoed through the mountain valley.

Zhou Tianyang stood on the ridge, his sniper rifle beside him, wrapped in an old cloth, ready to be used at any time.

He was working out a plan in his mind.

It takes the bandits about fifteen to twenty minutes to walk from the mouth of the ditch to the middle section.

Once they were all inside the ambush area, he fired first, taking down Liu Feng and several other leaders.

Then the main force on the south slope opened fire, aiming to eliminate more than half of the bandits in the first round of shooting.

The rest is easy.

The plan was perfect, but Zhou Tianyang knew that anything could happen on the battlefield.

Even the most perfect plan can go awry on the battlefield.

Therefore, he must be prepared to react at any time.

It was a little after eight in the morning.

A figure came running quickly from the other side of the ridge.

They were scouts sent to keep watch at the entrance of Black Wind Stronghold.

He ran very fast, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face.

His military uniform was torn in several places by thorns, and his trouser legs were covered in yellow dirt.

"Commander!"

The scout ran up to Zhou Tianyang, stood at attention, saluted, and was panting heavily.

"The bandits have gone out!"

Zhou Tianyang's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm.

How many people?

"I counted them, one hundred and two."

The scout wiped his sweat, his voice trembling slightly from running so fast.

"There were a dozen or so people on horseback in front, people on foot in the middle, and several mule carts with sacks on them behind."

"It should be prepared to store the looted food."

Where is Liu Feng?

"At the very front of the horse-riding group, there was a man wearing a silk-lined cotton-padded jacket; that must be him."

The scout answered readily.

"I could see clearly that the man was in his forties, with a square face, riding a chestnut horse, and had a Mauser pistol at his waist."

Zhou Tianyang nodded; Liu Feng's appearance matched Liu Dazhuang's description.

Which road did they take?

"Wazigou".

The scout pointed his finger toward the mouth of the ditch.

"After descending the mountain from Heifeng Village, we went straight into Wazigou. We're about six li away from here now, and we're on the same road where we've laid an ambush."

After listening, Zhou Tianyang felt completely calm.

What was previously just a deduction has now been confirmed.

Liu Feng indeed took the Wazigou route, choosing the shortest, fastest, and also the most dangerous path.

This person is indeed bold, but also incredibly stupid.

He's used to running rampant and really thinks no one dares to mess with him.

"Go and investigate further."

Zhou Tianyang looked at the scout, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Follow them from a distance, don't get close, and don't reveal your presence."

"yes!"

The scouts turned and ran, quickly disappearing behind the ridge.

Zhou Tianyang turned to look at the south slope.

Zhao Wenlong was lying behind the bushes, his eyes fixed on this side.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and Zhou Tianyang made a gesture to him.