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

Sun Shengli observed for a while.

After confirming that there were no other sentries, he gestured behind him.

Two soldiers emerged from the ranks.

Crouching low, close to the mountainside, they silently approached the sentry post.

We are ten meters away from the sentry post.

eight meters.

five meters.

three meters.

The bandit who had been dozing off suddenly opened his eyes.

He groggily raised his head, still not understanding what had happened.

A hand covered his mouth, and a dagger slashed across his throat.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, blood gushed from his throat.

His body convulsed violently a few times, then slowly went limp and stopped moving.

The two soldiers placed the body on the ground and then gestured to Sun Shengli.

Clear out the guard post on the back hill.

Sun Shengli nodded and led the remaining soldiers over the wall.

Behind the wall was the stable. Sun Shengli squatted in the corner of the stable and quickly glanced at the situation in the village.

The situation today is different from last night.

The village was quiet, without the noisy laughter and drinking games of the previous night.

Most of the bandits had fled to the front mountain to resist the Eighth Route Army, leaving only a few old, weak, sick, and disabled people in the village.

Sun Shengli gestured behind him.

The twenty soldiers dispersed silently.

They worked in groups of three to clear out the remaining enemies in the village.

A group made their way towards the grain depot.

At the entrance of the granary, two bandits guarding the gate were chatting against the door frame.

Two soldiers crept up behind them, one on each side, and cleanly and swiftly sliced ​​their throats with daggers.

The two bandits were dead before they even had a chance to open their eyes.

A group sneaked towards the weapons depot.

The armory was a stone house, guarded by two bandits at the entrance.

But these two bandits were more vigilant than the ones at the granary entrance.

"Do you think the Eighth Route Army can break through the mountain?"

"Attack?"

"Keep dreaming!"

"The terrain of our Black Wind Stronghold is such that even the Japanese devils couldn't break through it, let alone the Eighth Route Army."

"We have the terrain, the bunkers, and the sentries; no matter how many they come, they'll all die."

"Too……"

As the two were talking, they suddenly felt a noise behind them.

One of them turned his head, and before he could even see what it was, a dagger was plunged into his chest.

Another person opened their mouth to shout, but a large hand covered their mouth.

Another dagger slit his throat.

Two muffled thuds followed, and the two bandits fell to the ground.

Armory, cleared.

A group sneaked towards the bungalow where the bandits lived.

There are twelve rooms in total, most of which are empty, with only two or three still inhabited.

Sun Shengli led his men to search each room one by one.

The door to the first room was ajar.

He pushed open the door and saw two bandits lying on the bed, fast asleep.

He gestured to the soldiers behind him.

Two soldiers crept in, one on each, and swiftly and cleanly slit the throats with daggers.

The second room had its door closed, and there was no sound coming from inside.

Sun Shengli listened for a while, and only after confirming that no one was inside did he push the door open and go in.

The room was empty, with a few dirty clothes piled on the bed and several empty wine jars lying on the floor.

The door to the third room was bolted from the inside.

Sun Shengli frowned and gestured to the soldiers behind him.

A soldier pulled a grenade from his waist and made a throwing motion.

Sun Shengli shook his head, signaling him not to use grenades, as they would make too much noise.

He crouched down, pulled a dagger from his waist, inserted it into the crack in the door, and gently turned the latch.

The latch was slowly pried open, making a slight scraping sound.

The door opened.

Sun Shengli pushed open the door, and three soldiers followed him in.

A bandit was lying inside the house.

The bandit suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw the figures rushing in through the door, and suddenly sat up, about to shout.

Sun Shengli reacted quickly, throwing a dagger that struck him squarely in the throat.

"Well!"

The bandit clutched his throat, made a muffled sound, and then collapsed.

Council hall.

The door was wide open, and the inside was empty.

Tables, chairs, and benches were overturned, and wine jars and chicken bones were scattered on the ground, creating a mess.

The traces left by last night's banquet are still there.

But the person is no longer here.

Sun Shengli led his men to Liu Feng's residence.

The small, detached courtyard had a tightly closed gate and very high walls, at least three meters high.

He went around to the side of the courtyard, put the dagger in his mouth, hugged the tree trunk with both hands, and climbed up just like last night.

Looking down from the tree, the situation in the yard is clearly visible.

There was no one in the main room; the door was open, and one could see inside.

In the east wing, two elderly bandits were drinking.

On their table were two small dishes and a pot of wine.

The two sat facing each other, clinking glasses and drinking merrily.

"Do you think the second-in-command can hold out?"

"We have to defend it, even if we can't. If we can't, we're all doomed."

"So what do we do?"

"Run?"

"Where do you think you're going!"

"The road down the mountain is blocked by the Eighth Route Army, and the back of the mountain is a cliff. Is there any way to escape?"

"We can't just wait to die, can we?"

"What's the rush? Didn't the second-in-command say that the Eighth Route Army can't break through?"

"But……"

"No buts, let's drink!"

The two men picked up their wine bowls, clinked them together, and drank them dry.

Sun Shengli slid down from the tree and gestured to the soldiers behind him.

Three soldiers crept up to the windows of the east wing, each taking a different direction, blocking the doorway and the window.

Sun Shengli kicked the door open and rushed inside.

The two bandits were stunned by this sudden turn of events, their hands holding wine bowls frozen in mid-air.

"Don't move!"

"If you make a move, I'll kill you!"

Sun Shengli pointed his gun at one of their heads.

The two bandits were so frightened that their faces turned ashen, and the wine bowls slipped from their hands, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

"No...don't kill me!"

One of the bandits stammered and begged for mercy, his voice filled with fear.

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

Sun Shengli sneered.

"When you were ravaging the people, did you ever think about surrendering?"

He pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

One shot, and a bloody hole appeared in the bandit's forehead.

He leaned back and fell to the ground, chair and all.

The other bandit was so frightened that he trembled all over, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

"I was forced into it!"

"I don't want to be a bandit!"

"They're the ones who brought me here!"

Sun Shengli looked down at him, his eyes cold.

"Haven't you spilled the blood of ordinary people on your hands?"

The bandit paused for a moment, then did not answer.

Sun Shengli raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at his head.

"Bang!"

With the second shot, the bandit also fell down.

West Wing

Sun Shengli pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was dark, and the windows were boarded up from the outside.

He squinted, adjusting his eyes to the light in the room.

Then he saw several women huddled in the corner.

Their clothes were disheveled, their hair was messy, and their faces were covered in tears.

Some leaned against the wall, their eyes glazed over.

Some hugged their knees, buried their heads between their legs, and trembled all over.

Some huddled in the corner, watching him in terror.

The oldest was no more than twenty years old, and the youngest looked only thirteen or fourteen.

Sun Shengli stood at the door, silent for a moment.

"You're all alright now."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"We are the Eighth Route Army, here to rescue you."

The women looked up at him.

In their eyes, there was fear, doubt, numbness, and a faint glimmer of hope.

Sun Shengli turned around and spoke to the soldiers behind him.

"Go find some clothes and put them on."

"yes!"

The soldier turned and ran away.

Sun Shengli walked out of the west wing and stood in the courtyard.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the mountain in front.

……

Front of the mountain.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind a rock, his eyes pressed against the scope.

He heard the gunshot from the back hill and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Sun Shengli succeeded.

At the entrance of the village, Ma Sandao's expression changed completely.

He heard gunshots coming from the back mountain.