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

Zhao Wenlong understood.

Begin relaying orders immediately.

"Attention all!"

Zhao Wenlong's voice was very low, but every word was very clear.

"Bandits are coming! One hundred and two of them, they're coming from Wazigou!"

"Everyone take cover! Do not fire without orders!"

"Use the commander's gunshot as the reference!"

The orders were passed down one after another.

The word was passed from Zhao Wenlong to the platoon leader, from the platoon leader to the squad leader, and from the squad leader to the soldiers.

On the south slope, the soldiers held their breath, their fingers on the triggers, their eyes fixed on the direction of the gully mouth.

Zhou Tianyang turned to look at the north slope.

The steep mountain wall looked particularly precipitous in the sunlight.

The bare rocks on the mountainside are exposed, and in some places there are loose pebbles, which can easily cause you to slip if you are not careful.

He took a deep breath, slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder, tightened his belt, and began to climb.

The north slope is indeed steep, almost vertical in some places.

Zhou Tianyang used both his hands and feet, clinging to the mountain wall like a gecko, climbing up step by step.

His fingers dug into the cracks in the rock.

Stepping on the protruding stones, I checked three times before moving on to make sure I had a firm footing.

He climbed slowly, but steadily.

The limits of human physical capabilities were demonstrated at this moment.

His fingers were strong enough to grip the rock firmly.

His leg muscles are strong and can steadily support his body weight.

He has an excellent sense of balance and can remain stable even on steep mountain walls.

When he climbed to a height of about thirty meters, he found his first foothold.

It was a protruding rock, about a meter square, just big enough for one person to stand on.

He climbed up, stood still, and looked back.

Looking down from here, the entire Wazigou Valley is laid out before you.

The mouth of the gully is on the east side, and the end of the gully is on the west side. The winding dry riverbed is like a gray ribbon, stretching from our feet into the distance.

The ambush positions on the south slope were clearly visible, and the soldiers were well camouflaged, lying behind the bushes.

This is a good spot, but not high enough.

Zhou Tianyang continued climbing.

After climbing about twenty meters more, he found a second foothold.

It's higher here, with a better view, and the entire bottom of the valley is clearly visible.

From the mouth of the gully to its end, every stone and every shrub can be seen clearly.

It is here.

Zhou Tianyang lay down on a relatively flat rock, took the sniper rifle off his back, and set it up.

He adjusted his position.

Make sure the muzzle is aligned with the direction of the trench, and then begin to observe through the scope.

The view at the mouth of the ditch was clearly visible through the scope.

The dry riverbed meanders, with shrubs growing on the hillsides on both sides, and occasionally a few birds fly by in the air.

He adjusted the focus to get the clearest view, and then began to wait.

Time passes slowly.

Every minute felt like an hour.

Zhou Tianyang lay on the rock, his body completely still.

His breathing was steady, his heartbeat slow, and his eyes were glued to the scope, staring intently at the direction of the ditch opening.

On the south slope, the soldiers were also waiting.

Zhao Wenlong lay prone behind a clump of bushes, his eyes fixed on the mouth of the ditch, his ears perked up, listening to any sounds in the distance.

He held a Type 38 rifle in his hand, the muzzle pointed at the bottom of the ditch, his finger gently pressing the trigger.

"We should be there soon."

He silently recited it in his heart.

Just then.

A figure came running quickly from the mountain ridge.

It was the same scout.

He ran even faster, practically tumbling and crawling as he rushed over.

Zhou Tianyang looked up from behind the scope and glanced down.

"The bandit group is less than two miles away!"

The scouts began to use hand gestures.

That means, at their speed, they'll arrive in about twenty minutes!

Zhou Tianyang nodded and waved to him, signaling him to retreat to a safe place.

The scout turned and ran.

They quickly disappeared behind the bushes.

Zhou Tianyang put his eye back on the scope.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Wait another twenty minutes.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger, the crosshairs aligned with the groove opening.

Liu Feng rode his horse at the very front of the procession.

According to the scouts, he was riding a chestnut horse, wearing a cotton-padded jacket with a silk fabric, and had a pistol at his waist.

Such people are easy to recognize.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He stopped thinking about anything else; only one thought occupied his mind.

and so on.

Once all 102 bandits had entered the ambush area.

On the south slope, Zhao Wenlong was also waiting.

Everything is ready.

Now we're just waiting for the bandits to arrive.

……

Twenty minutes later.

"They're here!"

Zhou Tianyang silently recited it in his mind.

Through the scope, a figure appeared at the end of the ditch.

First one, then three, five, ten, and more and more.

The bandits turned into the gully from the mouth and marched along the dry riverbed.

There were a dozen or so people on horseback in front, followed by a large group of people on foot.

There were a few mule carts at the very back.

Zhou Tianyang's crosshairs were aimed at the person riding a chestnut horse at the very front of the group.

Liu Feng sat on his horse, his body rising and falling slightly with the horse's gait. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his eyes were narrowed. He seemed to be in a good mood.

Next to him was a bald man riding a black horse, his face full of fat.

It was the same person who spoke to Liu Feng in the council hall last night.

The two were chatting and laughing, but it was unclear what they were talking about.

Zhou Tianyang did not rush to fire.

He was waiting, waiting for all the bandits to enter the ambush zone.

The group continued moving forward.

The dry riverbed meandered, and the line stretched out for a long time.

It stretched for more than 100 meters from the mouth of the gully to the end.

Liu Feng, mounted on his horse, looked around, his gaze sweeping across the hillsides on both sides.

The north slope was too steep, so he glanced at it and looked away.

The south slope is gentler, but it is covered with dense shrubs, so there is nothing unusual about it.

He was completely unaware of it.

Behind those bushes lay eighty Eighth Route Army soldiers.

They were even less aware of it.

On the steep mountain wall on the north slope, a regimental commander of the Eighth Route Army was lying prone, holding a sniper rifle.

"Brother, how much grain can those poor bastards from Zhao Family Village bring out this time?"

The bald man riding the black horse next to them spoke up, and his voice was loud.

Even Zhou Tianyang on the north slope could faintly hear it.

Liu Feng snorted.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone dismissive.

"Who cares how much they can come up with?"

"If they can't produce it, burn down their village and take the people back to their stronghold."

"The men do the work, and the women..."

He chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"The women are for the brothers to enjoy."

"Big Brother is wise!"

The bald man laughed heartily, and the men on horseback following behind him also laughed.

"Didn't that Lijia Yu village also run out of grain last time?"

"The eldest brother led the brothers around, and they had the food."

"The same thing happened in Zhao Jiagou this time; they wouldn't listen to reason, so who can they blame but themselves?"

Liu Feng proudly raised his chin.

He flicked the cigarette butt, which arced through the air before landing on the ground.

"Brothers, give it your all, hurry up!"

"Get to Zhao Jia Gou before noon, loot everything, and head back to the village in the afternoon. I'll treat you to drinks tonight!"

"good!"

The bandits on foot behind cheered in unison.

Zhou Tianyang lay on the rock, coldly watching this scene.

His cross center remained firmly in place around Liu Feng's head.

Through the scope, Liu Feng's every expression was clearly visible.

Laugh while you can still laugh.

The group continued moving forward.

The horse-riding group had already passed the middle section of Wazigou.

The entire marching column entered the ambush zone, and the last mule cart turned into the gully.

Zhou Tianyang took a deep breath.

Then he slowly exhaled and held his breath.

His index finger gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

It exploded in the sky above Wazigou.

The sound echoed through the valley, startling the birds in the bushes.

This also awakened the bandits who were dreaming of getting rich.