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

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

His gaze swept over the busy soldiers.

"Is the inventory complete?"

"Almost there, almost there."

Zhao Wenlong wiped his sweat and said.

"Commander, shall I read it to you?"

"read."

Zhao Wenlong cleared his throat.

His voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Forty-one Hanyang-made rifles."

"Old-fashioned sockets, twenty-six in total."

"Eighteen Type 24 rifles."

"A total of eighty-five spears."

He paused, then continued.

"Three Mauser pistols, all taken from Liu Feng and those leaders. They're about 80% new and still usable."

"All kinds of bullets, totaling 1,100 rounds."

"There are more rifle bullets and fewer pistol bullets, but they're all included in the statistics."

Zhou Tianyang listened.

His face remained expressionless, but he was already making plans in his mind.

Eighty-five rifles, three pistols, and one thousand one hundred rounds of ammunition.

In addition to the supplies previously seized from the Japanese.

The Second Regiment now has a fairly substantial financial foundation.

Four hundred and eighty-five rifles, more than eleven thousand rounds of ammunition, five hundred hand grenades, six light machine guns, and one heavy machine gun.

"Anything else?"

Zhou Tianyang asked.

Zhao Wenlong continued reading.

"There are four mule carts, all of them are two-wheeled wooden planks. They are a bit old, but they are still usable."

"Twelve horses, all alive, and all good horses, plump and strong."

As he read this, his tone suddenly became somewhat distressed.

"In addition, two horses were killed."

Zhao Wenlong looked at Zhou Tianyang, his face full of reluctance.

"Commander, those two horses are a pity; they were both excellent horses."

Zhou Tianyang couldn't help but laugh when he saw the pained look on his face.

"What's a pity?"

"The living have their purpose in life, and the dead have their purpose in death."

Zhao Wenlong was taken aback.

"What's the point of being dead?"

"Let's eat meat."

Zhou Tianyang spoke casually.

"Although horse meat doesn't taste good, it's coarse and has a sour taste."

"But these days, it's good enough to have meat to eat."

Zhao Wenlong's eyes lit up immediately.

"Commander, you mean, take those two horses back to give the soldiers an extra meal?"

"right."

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

"Let the brothers take it back in a mule cart."

"Tonight, the whole group will eat horse meat."

He paused, then added.

"We'll also share some with the villagers."

"The villagers of Lijia Yu have treated us well; we can't just be the ones eating meat while they watch."

Zhao Wenlong grinned, his smile wide and uncontrollable.

"Commander, just hearing about it makes my mouth water."

"Look at your pathetic self."

Zhou Tianyang laughed and cursed.

But he couldn't stop smiling.

Zhao Wenlong chuckled twice.

Zhou Tianyang turned around and looked at the battlefield at the bottom of the ditch.

Then I looked at the soldiers who were busy at work.

Then he turned around and walked to the chestnut horse.

Liu Feng's body has already been dragged away by the soldiers.

Only a large pool of dark red blood remained on the ground.

The chestnut horse was still standing in the same spot, snorting and occasionally pawing at the ground with its hooves.

Zhou Tianyang reached out and touched the horse's neck.

The horse's mane was smooth and glossy, and its muscles were strong and powerful.

"A fine horse."

He secretly praised it in his heart.

Then he let go of her hand and turned to walk towards the group.

"Brothers, hurry up!"

His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire ravine.

"After this battle, we'll go back and eat horse meat!"

"good!"

The soldiers answered in unison, their voices filled with excitement.

After half an hour.

The battlefield at Wazigou has been completely cleaned up.

The bandits' bodies were dragged together and buried.

"The platoon leader!"

"arrive!"

A young man in his early twenties ran over and stood at attention.

He was the platoon leader of the first platoon of the first company of the first battalion of the new second regiment. His surname was Zhang and his name was Zhang Desheng. He was from northern Shaanxi.

He served as a squad leader under Zhou Tianyang before the Red Army was reorganized.

"You take a line of escort supplies back to Lijia Yu."

Zhou Tianyang pointed to the mule carts and the horses.

"yes!"

Zhang Desheng stood at attention and saluted.

"besides."

Zhou Tianyang paused, then added.

"When we get back, we'll tell the village chief that the whole group will have an extra meal tonight, and we'll stew horse meat and share some with the villagers."

"Let the village chief help organize it, make sure everyone gets their fair share, and don't let the people suffer losses."

Zhang Desheng grinned.

"Don't worry, Commander, I've got it!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to walk to the front of the line.

Zhang Desheng turned around and shouted to the row of soldiers:

"Everyone in a row, follow me!"

"Escort the supplies back to the village!"

More than thirty soldiers responded to the call, some leading horses, some driving carts, and marched in a grand procession toward Lijia Yu.

Before long, the mule cart and horses disappeared around the bend in the mountain road.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the front of the group, his gaze sweeping over the remaining soldiers.

Two platoons, more than seventy people, were all fully equipped and ready to go.

The soldiers, carrying their rifles, stood in neat rows, completely silent.

"Second row, third row, stay close to me."

Zhou Tianyang's voice was not loud.

"Let's go to Black Wind Stronghold and take care of the rest of the bandits."

"yes!"

More than seventy people answered in unison.

Zhou Tianyang waved his hand.

"Set off!"

The group headed southeast along Wazi Gully, towards Heifeng Village.

Zhou Tianyang walked in the middle of the group, carrying a sniper rifle wrapped in old cloth on his back.

His gaze swept across the terrain on both sides from time to time, sketching out the appearance of Black Wind Stronghold in his mind.

It took about twenty minutes to walk.

"Wenlong, Sun Shengli, come here."

Zhao Wenlong and Sun Shengli turned back from the front.

"Commander, please speak."

Zhao Wenlong turned his head to look at Zhou Tianyang.

"Sun Shengli, you scouted the village yesterday. Tell me, how should we attack?"

Zhou Tianyang did not give the order directly, but asked a question first.

Sun Shengli thought for a moment and then said:

"Commander, Black Wind Stronghold currently has at most thirty or forty men left."

"Moreover, they are all elderly, weak, sick, or disabled, or useless people left behind by Liu Feng to guard the house."

"Their fighting strength is weak, and their morale is also low."

His tone was very confident.

Clearly, last night's reconnaissance gave him a thorough understanding of the situation in the village.

"but."

He then changed the subject.

"The terrain of the village is what it is, with three checkpoints, bunkers, watchtowers, and hidden sentries, all of them are there."

"Even if there aren't many people defending the stockade, our casualties will still be significant if we launch a frontal assault."

Zhou Tianyang nodded without speaking, signaling him to continue.

"Therefore, the best way is still to sneak in from the back of the mountain."

Sun Shengli gestured with his hand in the air.

"That path is difficult to walk, but it's passable."

"Yesterday, the three of us were able to sneak in, and today, even with a few more people, we can still sneak in."

"After sneaking in from the back of the mountain, first clear out the bandits in the village, then stab the bandits in front from behind."

Zhao Wenlong's eyes lit up as he listened, and he took over the conversation.

"Sun Shengli is right."

"The bandits didn't have many people to begin with, so if we fight them head-on, their attention will be entirely focused on the front."

Zhou Tianyang looked at Zhao Wenlong and Sun Shengli.

"You're both right."

"My thoughts are the same as yours."

"A feint attack from the front, a surprise attack from the rear, a coordinated attack from within and without, and we'll take it down in one fell swoop."

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

He struck a match, lit it, took a deep drag, and continued:

"Sun Shengli, you lead your men up that path."

"We don't need too many people, twenty is enough."

"You should choose one that is agile, bold, and meticulous."

"yes!"

Sun Shengli stood at attention and said.

"After you sneak in from the back of the mountain, clear out the bandits behind you first, and then stab the bandits at the front gate from behind."

Zhou Tianyang exhaled a puff of smoke and narrowed his eyes.

Sun Shengli nodded.

……

An hour later.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind a large rock opposite Black Wind Village.

It is about 500 meters from the village gate.

He propped his sniper rifle on a rock and observed the situation at the entrance of the village through the scope.

The M84 scope only has 2.5x magnification, but at this distance...

The bandits' faces were now clearly visible from the lookout tower.