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

Two bandits.

A man in his thirties, with a face full of scars and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, kept glancing down the mountain.

The other one is younger.

He was in his early twenties, as thin as a bamboo pole, leaning against the railing, dozing off.

Zhou Tianyang shifted his gaze from the observation platform and scanned upwards along the mountain path.

The mountain road twists and turns, like a dead snake clinging to the mountainside.

There were three checkpoints along the way.

The first checkpoint is at the entrance of the village, the second is at a bend halfway up the mountain, and the third is inside the village gate.

"Wenlong".

Zhou Tianyang lowered his voice.

Zhao Wenlong peeked out from behind the bushes nearby.

"You lead your men from the front, making it look like you're going to attack the mountain."

Zhou Tianyang's voice was very calm.

"Walk slowly, don't go too fast, so the bandits spot you, but don't let them see how many of you there are."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong nodded, turned around and waved behind him.

More than seventy soldiers stood up from behind the bushes and rocks, crouched down, and walked up the mountain path.

They were carrying guns, and their formation was spread out.

Each person is spaced two or three meters apart, staggered in front and behind, providing cover for each other.

Leading the way was Zhao Wenlong, who was holding a Type 38 rifle with the muzzle pointing forward, walking at a steady pace.

Behind him, the soldiers filed forward.

The bandits on the watchtower spotted them almost immediately.

The bandit, who was in his thirties, suddenly widened his eyes, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Something's up!

He shouted, his voice filled with terror.

The young bandit who was dozing off next to him was startled awake, opened his eyes abruptly, and was stunned for a few seconds.

Then, following the direction his companion was pointing, he looked down and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Eighth Route Army!"

"It's the Eighth Route Army!"

His voice sounded like a pig being slaughtered.

"quick!"

"Report to the second-in-command immediately!"

"The Eighth Route Army is here!"

As he shouted, he raised his gun and aimed it down the mountain.

But his fingers were trembling, and the muzzle of the gun was wobbling, making it impossible for him to aim accurately.

The bandit in his thirties was calmer than him. He picked up his gun and fired a shot down the mountain.

"Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the canyon.

The bullet struck a spot a dozen meters in front of Zhao Wenlong.

Zhao Wenlong didn't even stop and continued walking forward.

A slight smile played on his lips, a cold laugh escaping his lips.

This marksmanship is worse than even a traitor.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two bandits on the lookout tower opened fire in succession.

The bullets were fired haphazardly.

Some flew away, some hit the mountainside, and some hit the rocks, but none of them hit a person.

The soldiers behind Zhao Wenlong did not retaliate.

We just kept moving forward, step by step, at a leisurely pace.

This is Zhou Tianyang's order.

They feigned an attack but did not retaliate, drawing the bandits' attention entirely to the front.

The gunfire from the watchtower alerted the bandits in the village.

The gate of the village creaked open.

A dozen or so bandits rushed out, some carrying guns and others carrying knives.

"What happened?"

A middle-aged man in his forties walked out of the village gate.

He was short and thin, with a scar on his face.

It extends from the left eyebrow to the right corner of the mouth, looking ferocious and terrifying.

This is Liu Feng's sworn brother.

He was also the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold, surnamed Ma, and named Ma Sandao.

"Second-in-command, there are Eighth Route Army soldiers down the mountain!"

"We're going uphill!"

The bandits on the watchtower shouted at the top of their lungs.

Ma Sandao's expression changed.

He walked quickly to the stone wall outside the village gate and peered down the mountain.

Sure enough, the mountain road was packed with people.

Wearing a gray military uniform and carrying a gun, he was walking uphill along the mountain path.

"Damn it, it really is those peasants from the Eighth Route Army!"

Ma Sandao cursed and turned to shout at the bandits behind him.

"Brothers, don't panic!"

"So what if the Eighth Route Army comes?"

"We have the terrain, we have guns, what are we afraid of!"

He paused, then raised his voice a few decibels.

"Hold the line at the first checkpoint!"

"Get ready for the second hurdle!"

"For the third checkpoint, stay hidden and wait for the Eighth Route Army to arrive before engaging!"

Under his command, the bandits managed to hold their ground.

Some ran behind the stone walls on both sides of the village gate.

They set up their guns, and some ran to the bunkers at the second checkpoint to aim through the firing ports.

Some climbed the big tree and picked up their guns.

But their faces all betrayed their tension and fear.

The Eighth Route Army.

This name is a landmark in this area.

They never hesitated to fight the Japanese invaders, suppress bandits, and protect the people.

Although the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold were used to running rampant.

But they knew in their hearts that the Eighth Route Army's fighting strength was far superior to theirs.

"Brothers, do not be afraid!"

Ma Sandao saw the fear in his men and shouted loudly.

"They outnumber us, but we have the advantage of terrain!"

"They're attacking from below, we're attacking from above; it's hard to say who'll come out on top!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than footsteps echoed from the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Wenlong and his team had already traversed half of the mountain path and were less than 300 meters from the first checkpoint.

"Second Master, they're almost here!"

The bandits on the watchtower all changed their voices.

Ma Sandao gritted his teeth, drew his pistol from his waist, and aimed it at the direction down the mountain.

"Give it a good beating!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

More than twenty bandits opened fire at the same time.

Bullets rained down from the mountain, hitting Zhao Wenlong and his soldiers in front of them.

Zhao Wenlong stopped and crouched behind a large rock. The soldiers behind him also found cover and crouched down to hide.

"hidden!"

"Don't retaliate!"

Zhao Wenlong lowered his voice and passed the orders down one by one.

The soldiers lay motionless behind the rocks and in the bushes.

Bullets flew over their heads, some hitting rocks and sparks flying.

Some of the raindrops hit the bushes, breaking off several branches.

But no one was injured.

The bandits were terrible marksmen, and shooting from above made it difficult to aim accurately.

Furthermore, with the soldiers hiding behind cover, they were even less likely to be hit.

Zhao Wenlong lay behind a large rock, a slight smile playing on his lips.

These bandits are no match for the Japanese.

If it were the Japanese soldiers, this round of firing would at least have caused them casualties.

He glanced back at the direction opposite the mountain.

Zhou Tianyang lay down behind that big rock.

The sniper rifle was mounted on a rock, with the scope aimed at the entrance to the village.

He is waiting.

Wait for Sun Shengli's group to sneak up from the back of the mountain.

……

at the same time.

The back mountain of Black Wind Village.

That narrow path, so narrow that you can only pass sideways.

Sun Shengli and twenty soldiers were walking with difficulty.

The path follows the ridge, with steep mountain walls on one side and bottomless cliffs on the other.

The road surface was covered with loose gravel, and you had to be careful with every step.

A slight misstep could lead to a slip and a fall into an abyss.

Sun Shengli walked at the front, using both his hands and feet, clinging to the mountain wall like a gecko, moving forward step by step.

He carried a Type 38 rifle on his back, and had a dagger and a grenade at his waist.

Behind him, twenty soldiers filed in.

Everyone kept a distance of three or four meters from each other, staring intently at the road beneath their feet.

No one spoke; even their breathing was suppressed to a minimum.

They had been walking for almost half an hour.

According to the route scouted last night, about two hundred meters further ahead, we will reach the wall behind the mountain.

Sun Shengli stopped and looked back at the team behind him.

All twenty people followed, not one missing.

No one fell behind, and no one made a sound.

He nodded and continued walking.

We walked for about ten more minutes.

The path came to an end.

Sun Shengli lay down behind a rock and peered ahead.

The back wall of Black Wind Stronghold is less than fifty meters in front.

The sentry post on the back hill was still occupied by the same thin figure from yesterday, wrapped in an old cotton-padded coat.

He was leaning against a big tree, holding a gun in his arms, and dozing off.