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

Did the Eighth Route Army sneak up from the back of the mountain?

How is that possible?

That cliff, that path, is not a path for people to walk on!

How did they get up here?

"Second-in-command!"

"There are Eighth Route Army soldiers on the back mountain!"

One of the bandits shouted in terror.

"Our escape route has been cut off!"

Ma Sandao's mind went blank.

He was surrounded by Eighth Route Army soldiers, and he was trapped like a dumpling.

"Brothers, follow me and charge out!"

Ma Sandao gritted his teeth, grabbed his pistol, and charged down the mountain.

Just as he rushed out of the village gate, a bullet fell from the sky and hit him in the forehead.

"Bang!"

He leaned back, and the pistol flew out of his hand.

It tumbled several times in the air before landing on the ground.

His body crashed heavily to the ground, his eyes still open and his mouth agape.

[Ding! 20 points awarded for killing bandit leader Ma Sandao.]

Zhou Tianyang looked up from behind the scope.

He glanced at the fallen figure, then closed his eyes again.

When the bandits at the entrance of the stronghold saw that their second-in-command had been killed, they were completely thrown into disarray.

"The second-in-command is dead!"

"Run!"

"Where do you want to run?"

"There are Eighth Route Army soldiers on the back mountain too!"

"What should we do then?"

Some bandits fired wildly with their guns, while others threw down their guns and ran into the village.

Some bandits simply knelt on the ground, covered their heads with their hands, and trembled all over.

Zhao Wenlong led his soldiers to the entrance of the village.

"beat!"

"Beat them hard!"

He held a Type 38 rifle and shot down a bandit who was running into the village.

The soldiers behind them also opened fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

More than a dozen bandits fell in pools of blood, while the remaining few were trapped in the stronghold, unable to advance or retreat.

At that moment, gunshots rang out from inside the village.

Sun Shengli led twenty soldiers and attacked from the back of the mountain.

They and Zhao Wenlong's team attacked from both sides, trapping the remaining bandits in the middle.

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Zhao Wenlong shouted.

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Several bandits threw down their guns, knelt on the ground, covered their heads with their hands, and trembled all over.

"I surrender!"

"Don't kill me!"

"I was arrested too!"

Zhao Wenlong walked up to them and looked down at them.

"Tie him up!"

Several soldiers rushed up, pinned the surrendered bandits to the ground, and tied them up with ropes.

The remaining bandits were still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone behind a rock at the foot of the mountain, aiming his scope at the bandits who were resisting.

He saw a bandit sticking his head out, holding a Hanyang rifle and aiming it outside.

The center of the cross was aimed at his head.

"Bang!"

With one shot, the bandit's head snapped back and he crashed to the ground.

[Ding! One bandit killed. 5 points awarded.]

Another bandit poked his head out and started shooting wildly.

"Bang!"

Another shot, and the bandit fell down.

[Ding! One bandit killed. 5 points awarded.]

The remaining bandits dared not show their faces again, trembling with fear.

Zhao Wenlong led his soldiers and rushed in.

Several bandits squatted in the corner, their hands covering their heads, trembling all over.

Thus, the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold were completely wiped out.

They searched the front and back mountains, inside and out, leaving no one unchecked.

Zhou Tianyang walked up from the foot of the mountain.

He carried a sniper rifle on his back, his expression calm.

Zhao Wenlong went to greet him, his face full of excitement.

"Captain, we're done!"

"Twenty-three bandits in the village were killed, and eight were captured; not a single one escaped!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

"What about our casualties?"

"Zero casualties!"

Zhao Wenlong grinned.

"No casualties!"

A smile finally appeared on Zhou Tianyang's face.

He turned around and his gaze swept across the entire village.

Today, he wiped out this bandit den that had been entrenched in the area for several years.

"Wenlong".

"arrive!"

"Take people to clean up the battlefield and take everything that can be used."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong turned and ran towards the soldiers to begin organizing the cleanup of the battlefield.

Zhou Tianyang stood still.

Watching the rescued women being helped out of the west wing by the soldiers.

Their eyes held tears, gratitude, and the relief of surviving a disaster.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then turned away and stopped looking.

"Commander."

Sun Shengli walked to his side and said in a low voice.

"There were twelve people detained, all of them women, the youngest of whom was only thirteen years old."

Zhou Tianyang remained silent for a moment.

"Find them some clothes and food, and after we've cleaned up the battlefield, send someone to take them home."

"yes!"

Sun Shengli turned and left.

After a while.

Zhou Tianyang stood in front of the council hall of Black Wind Village.

His gaze fell on the bandits who were tied up with ropes.

Eight prisoners squatted in the corner, their hands tied behind their backs, heads bowed, trembling all over.

Some were muttering pleas for mercy, while others simply lay sprawled on the ground like puddles of mud.

"Sir, spare my life!"

"I was forced into it; Liu Feng dragged me up the mountain!"

"I haven't killed anyone, I really haven't killed anyone!"

A bandit in his thirties knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Zhou Tianyang looked at him with a cold gaze.

When did you go up the mountain?

"Go...last year..."

"You went up the mountain last year, and it's been over a year now. You haven't killed anyone?"

The bandit paused for a moment, his lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't utter a word.

Zhou Tianyang then looked at another one.

"And you?"

"When did you go up the mountain?"

"Sir, I came up the mountain the year before last."

"You went up the mountain two years ago, and it's been over two years now. How much of the people's blood is on your hands?"

The bandit lowered his head, not daring to look Zhou Tianyang in the eye.

Zhou Tianyang turned around and his gaze swept across the faces of the eight bandits one by one.

Some of these people had menacing faces and were clearly not to be trifled with.

Some had pointed mouths and monkey-like cheeks, with shifty eyes.

Some may seem honest and simple, but if they stay in Black Wind Village for a year or two, their hands will inevitably become clean.

"When you were harming the people, did you ever think about today?"

Zhou Tianyang's voice was not loud.

But every word was like a knife, piercing into the hearts of those bandits.

"When you were looting food, did you ever think about the ordinary people who would starve to death?"

"When you were abducting girls, did you ever think about how those girls would live afterwards?"

"When you killed and injured innocent civilians, did you ever think about their families?"

No one answered.

Zhou Tianyang was silent for a moment, then turned around and spoke to the soldiers behind him.

"Drag them down and shoot them."

He paused, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Dispose of them along with the corpses of Ma Sandao and those bandits."

"yes!"

Several soldiers responded and rushed forward, grabbing the bandits and dragging them away.

"Sir! Spare me!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Don't the Eighth Route Army not kill prisoners of war?"

"You can't kill me!"

One of the bandits struggled desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Zhou Tianyang stopped and turned around to look at the bandit.

"The Eighth Route Army does not kill prisoners of war; this applies to enemies on the battlefield and to those who have laid down their arms and surrendered."

His eyes were cold.

"But you are not prisoners; you are beasts who bring disaster to the people."

"The Eighth Route Army has no rule against killing animals."

He turned away and stopped looking.

Behind them, came the desperate cries and struggles of the bandits.

Gradually fading into the distance.

Zhou Tianyang's face remained expressionless.

Although he was a member of the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army had its bottom line.

These bandits who harm the common people don't deserve to live.

They are not worthy of being prisoners of war, nor do they deserve any dignified death.

Getting rid of them is not an overreaction at all.

This is to give an explanation to the innocent people who were killed by them.

This is also to give an explanation to the people in this area.

"Wenlong".

"Come on, show me around."

Zhou Tianyang stepped out, with Zhao Wenlong following behind.

The two of them, one in front of the other, began to wander around Black Wind Village.

The village is built on the mountainside and occupies a large area.

From the front gate to the rear wall, the village extends for over 500 meters.

The entire village is built against the mountain, layer upon layer, with a compact layout.