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

Some people started begging for mercy.

"Stop hitting him!"

"Stop fighting! I surrender!"

"I surrender!"

A bandit reached out his hands from behind a rock and shouted.

His voice was filled with fear, and his hands, raised high above his head, trembled uncontrollably.

But what answered him was a bullet.

"Bang!"

The bullet struck him in the chest.

He leaned back, his hands still raised in the air.

Then it slowly drooped down, its body limp and collapsed.

It's not that the Eighth Route Army didn't accept prisoners; it's that these bandits who harmed the people didn't deserve to be prisoners.

When they were seizing grain, did they think about the lives of ordinary people?

When they were robbing girls, did they think about their future?

When they killed and injured innocent civilians, did they think about their families?

No.

They never thought of it.

Therefore, they don't deserve to live today either.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone on the rocks on the north slope, continuing to fire shot after shot.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, his fingers were steady, and every shot was accurate.

There were no extraneous thoughts in his mind.

aims.

Killed.

The next goal.

Killed.

Next one.

Mechanical, precise, deadly.

This is his current state.

It's like a hunter hunting his prey.

On the south slope, the soldiers continued firing.

But the gunfire had become sparse.

It's not because the firepower has decreased, it's because there are fewer targets.

More than 50 bandits fell in the first round of shooting.

The rest were also eliminated one by one in the following minutes of cleanup.

Zhao Wenlong walked down the south slope.

He was holding a Type 38 rifle, the muzzle still smoking.

His gaze swept across the bottom of the ditch.

The bandits' corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Some lay on the dry riverbed, some curled up behind rocks, and some hung on the mule cart.

Blood stained the sand and stones of the riverbed, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

He walked up to a bandit who was still convulsing on the ground and glanced at him.

Then he raised the gun and aimed it at his head.

"Bang!"

The bandit stopped convulsing.

Zhao Wenlong turned around and spoke to the soldiers around him.

"Check them one by one, and if you find anyone who isn't dead, shoot them again. Leave no one alive."

"yes!"

The soldiers received their orders and began to examine the bodies one by one.

Some bandits were seriously wounded and lay on the ground groaning, and the soldiers shot them.

Some bandits pretended to be dead, lying motionless among the piles of corpses.

He was also spotted by the soldiers and shot.

A few minutes later.

The bottom of the ditch became completely quiet.

There were no gunshots, no shouts, and no cries of pain.

One hundred and two bandits, not one was left; they were all killed.

Zhou Tianyang slowly climbed down the north slope.

His sniper rifle was slung over his back, wrapped in an old cloth.

His uniform was torn in several places by the rocks, and his hands were also scraped.

But he didn't care at all.

He walked to the bottom of the ditch, stood next to the chestnut horse, and looked down at Liu Feng's corpse.

The square-faced man in his forties was lying face down on the ground, half of his face buried in a pool of blood.

His silk cotton-padded jacket was soaked in blood, and its original color was no longer visible.

Zhou Tianyang looked at it for a few seconds.

Then he turned away and stopped looking.

Zhao Wenlong walked over, his excitement barely concealed.

"Commander, it's over! All 102 bandits were killed; not a single one escaped!"

His voice was full of excitement.

"What about our casualties?"

Zhou Tianyang asked.

"casualties?"

Zhao Wenlong paused for a moment, then grinned.

"Reporting to the commander, the new Second Regiment has zero casualties!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, and the expression on his face finally relaxed a little.

Zero casualties.

One hundred and two bandits were wiped out.

This battle was worth fighting.

"Clean up the battlefield, take all the captured supplies, and burn the corpses piled up together."

Zhou Tianyang paused, then added.

"Hurry up, we still need to go back to the village to clean up the rest."

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention and saluted.

"yes!"

He turned and ran towards the soldiers, beginning to organize the cleanup of the battlefield.

Zhou Tianyang stood still, looking up at the sky.

One hundred and two bandits.

The main force of Black Wind Stronghold is gone.

The remaining thirty or forty were elderly, weak, sick, or disabled.

It's no longer a concern.

Then, his gaze swept over the haphazardly laid-out corpses of the bandits.

Several soldiers were squatting next to the corpse.

They removed the bullet pouches from their waists and looted the valuables from their pockets.

His movements were very swift; he was clearly an expert.

Zhou Tianyang walked to a large rock and sat down.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, struck a match, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"system."

[Host, I am here. 】

A gentle female voice echoed in my mind.

"Open my properties panel."

As soon as he finished speaking, a screen of light unfolded in his mind.

[Host: Zhou Tianyang]

Age: 20

[Position: Commander of the 2nd New Regiment, 386th Brigade, 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army]

[Physical condition: Human limits]

Strength: S-rank (far exceeding that of ordinary people, approaching the theoretical limits of humanity)

Speed: S-level (estimated 100-meter sprint time under 10 seconds)

Endurance: S-level (capable of continuous high-intensity combat for more than 24 hours)

Response: Grade S (neural reflex speed reaches peak human speed)

Recovery ability: S-level (wound healing speed is approximately 10 times that of an average person)

【Skill:】

Basic Firearms Mastery (Upgradeable)

Basic Combat Mastery (Upgradeable)

【arms:】

M1C Garand semi-automatic sniper rifle (with M84 optical sight)

Mauser pistol (outdated, replacement recommended)

Current points: 2150

[Host's Overall Evaluation:]

Individual combat capability: S-level

Tactical command ability: Level B (Needs improvement)

Zhou Tianyang looked at the attribute panel and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

S-level individual combat ability, human-limited physical qualities, plus basic firearms proficiency and basic hand-to-hand combat proficiency.

In this era.

In a one-on-one fight, he is virtually invincible.

But the low score in the overall evaluation also served as a reminder to him.

His tactical command ability is only at level B, not because he doesn't understand tactics.

It's not because of this era.

Many modern tactical concepts still need time to be validated and refined.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze fell on the points column.

2150 points.

He silently did some calculations.

I had previously accumulated 1850 points by killing Japanese soldiers.

In that battle just now, we killed Liu Feng and several leaders, plus those ordinary bandits, and gained another 300 points.

2150 points.

Although it's not as fast as killing the Japanese.

But it's not too far off.

Zhou Tianyang exhaled a puff of smoke, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

This gang of bandits was practically a gift from God to him.

Killing them would rid the people of a scourge, earn points, and seize supplies—a win-win-win situation.

Where else can you find such a good deal?

He leaned against the rock, squinting.

I started thinking about how to use these points.

A basic skill inheritance card worth 100 points can improve the combat skills of 100 warriors.

He can get a few sheets first and give the veterans of the company a good training.

You can also exchange it for some medicines, especially penicillin.

A single dose costs 50 points; in this era, it's a life-saving miracle drug.

In critical moments, it can save soldiers' lives.

There are also weapons.

While the M1C Garand is useful, it consumes ammo too quickly.

In today's battle, he fired more than forty rounds.

Although there is still stock in the system space, it will need to be replenished sooner or later.

As for that old Mauser pistol...

The system has already recommended replacing it, and it really should be replaced.

Zhou Tianyang mentally went through all these accounts one by one.

Then he stubbed out the cigarette on the stone at his feet.

He stood up and patted the dirt off his backside.

He walked towards Zhao Wenlong.

Zhao Wenlong was squatting next to a mule cart.

He directed the soldiers to load the captured supplies onto the truck.

His face was full of smiles, and his eyes were almost squinted into slits.

"Commander!"

Seeing Zhou Tianyang approaching, Zhao Wenlong stood up and grinned.

"This battle was absolutely worth it!"