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Thirty magazines.

They were neatly placed on the right side of the rock, within easy reach.

The M1C Garand has an eight-round magazine capacity.

Once finished, the empty clip pops out automatically with a crisp "ding" sound.

Then, after changing to a new magazine, continue firing.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Zhou Tianyang leaned against the rock, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Everything is ready.

Now we're just waiting for the Japanese to arrive.

Time passed by, second by second.

The sun slowly rose from the eastern mountain ridge, shining on the hillsides on both sides of the Broken Soul Ravine.

The soldiers lay there motionless.

They were covered with weeds and branches, their guns pointed at the bottom of the ditch, their fingers on the triggers.

No one spoke, no one whispered.

Only the occasional bird calls echoed through the mountain valley.

Zhou Tianyang lay on the rock, his body completely still.

His breathing was steady, his heartbeat slow, and his eyes were glued to the scope, staring intently at the direction of the ditch opening.

Li Yunlong lay prone on the south slope, a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes fixed on the mouth of the gully.

More than four hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on the same direction.

More than 500 guns were pointed at the same highway.

We're just waiting for that command.

About half an hour later.

A figure came running quickly from the mountain ridge.

It was Xiao Liu, the scout sent out.

He ran very fast.

Zhou Tianyang looked up from behind the scope and glanced down the mountain.

Xiao Liu ran to the south slope, found Li Yunlong, squatted down, and whispered something.

After listening, Li Yunlong gestured in Zhou Tianyang's direction.

The gesture meant, "The Japanese are coming."

It's about five miles from here.

Another twenty minutes passed.

The other two scouts also returned.

They crouched and ran down the ridge from the east, moving quickly but with light steps.

The two men, one after the other, made their way directly to Li Yunlong's position on the south slope.

"Commander!"

The first scout crouched down next to Li Yunlong, lowering his voice and breathing somewhat rapidly.

"The Japanese are less than a mile away from us, and the convoy has already entered the flat section of the road east of Duanhunjian."

Li Yunlong had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes narrowed.

"Did you see it clearly?"

"How many people and how many cars?"

"I saw it clearly."

The scout nodded vigorously.

"A reinforced Japanese company."

"Around 350 people, more than we estimated yesterday."

"Ten trucks, with deep ruts, must have been carrying heavy supplies."

"The convoy was escorted by about fifty infantrymen at the front and back, and reconnaissance squads on motorcycles on both sides."

"Three three-wheeled motorcycles, each equipped with a Type 91 light machine gun."

Li Yunlong frowned slightly.

Three three-wheeled motorcycles, each equipped with a machine gun.

The Japanese were at a higher alert level than he had anticipated.

"What is the rank of the leader?"

"Major."

The scout answered readily.

"Sitting in the passenger seat of the middle truck, I could see clearly."

"That Japanese officer had a small mustache and was holding a map, which he kept looking at."

Li Yunlong nodded and gestured in Zhou Tianyang's direction.

The meaning of that gesture is...

The Japanese are coming. They're only a mile away. Reinforce the company, led by a major.

Zhou Tianyang saw the gesture from behind the scope and nodded slightly.

Major.

He's one rank higher than the captain from last time.

A major is worth at least 500 points.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly.

But things quickly returned to calm.

He reattached his eye to the scope, aligning the center of the crosshairs with the direction of the trench opening.

One mile.

Based on the Japanese army's marching speed.

It will only take ten minutes or so at most.

……

at the same time.

East of Broken Soul Ravine, the road is flat.

Ten trucks were slowly driving on the dirt road.

The truck's canvas cover was completely obscured, making it impossible to see what was inside.

But the dust kicked up by the wheels and the deep ruts revealed the weight of the goods on board.

In the cab of the fifth truck in the middle of the convoy.

Shinichi Takeda leaned back in the passenger seat.

He held a map in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

He was in his early thirties, with a thin face, slightly prominent cheekbones, and a neatly trimmed mustache above his lips.

Unlike the nonchalant Watanabe Ichiro from last time, who was humming a tune.

Shinichi Takeda's face always carried an almost rigid focus.

He stared at the map, his finger slowly moving along the road, muttering to himself.

"The steep slopes on both sides make it difficult to observe and easy to set up an ambush..."

His brows furrowed more and more deeply.

I looked at the spot marked "Soul-Severing Ravine" over and over again.

"parking!"

Shinichi Takeda suddenly spoke, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The driver hesitated for a moment, but immediately stepped on the brakes.

The truck suddenly stopped.

"Everyone stop!"

The order was quickly relayed throughout the convoy via flag signals and whistles.

Ten trucks stopped one after another, and the infantry escort also halted its advance.

They lined up on both sides of the convoy to stand guard.

Shinichi Takeda pushed open the car door and jumped out of the driver's seat.

He stood by the roadside, raised his binoculars, and looked ahead.

The road ahead extended into a narrow ravine.

The ravine is flanked by steep slopes covered with dense shrubs and weeds that obscure the view.

The highway winds its way through the bottom of the ravine, stretching as far as the eye can see.

"Soul-Severing Ravine..."

Shinichi Takeda put down his binoculars.

He stared at the ditch and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned around and shouted behind him.

"Ono-kun!"

"arrive!"

A Japanese lieutenant ran up from behind the convoy and stood at attention.

"You take a squad with three motorcycles and go into the ravine ahead to conduct fire reconnaissance."

Shinichi Takeda's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Proceed along the road and conduct reconnaissance of the hillsides on both sides."

"Hi!"

Lieutenant Ono stood at attention, saluted, and then ran to the back of the convoy.

A short while later, three three-wheeled motorcycles drove out from behind the convoy.

Each motorcycle had a light machine gun mounted on its sidecar, with the gunner sitting inside.

Fingers on the trigger, muzzle pointing forward.

Lieutenant Ono sat in the sidecar of the first motorcycle, his eyes fixed ahead.

"Set off!"

At his command, the three motorcycles started up simultaneously, their engines roaring as they sped towards the Broken Soul Gorge.

Shinichi Takeda stood by the roadside, watching the three motorcycles gradually disappear into the distance and into the ditch.

He was still holding the map in his hand.

"Pass down the order."

He turned around and looked at the communications soldier behind him.

"All personnel on alert, infantry escorts disperse, trucks slow down."

"Maintain distance and be ready to fight at any time."

"Hi!"

The communications soldier stood at attention, saluted, and ran off to relay the order.

Shinichi Takeda sat back in the passenger seat, folded the map, and put it in his pocket.

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

9:20 a.m.

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

He silently recited a sentence in his mind.

But his fingers involuntarily tightened their grip on the military knife.

……

Broken Soul Ravine.

The highest point on the north slope.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone on the rock, his eyes pressed against the scope, the crosshairs aligned with the direction of the gully entrance.

His breathing was steady, his heartbeat was slow, and his body remained completely still.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly.

Through the scope, three moving black dots appeared at the end of the trench.

The black dot is getting closer and bigger.

Three three-wheeled motorcycles.

Each vehicle was equipped with a machine gun, and the machine gunner sat in the sidecar with the gun pointed at the hillsides on either side.

"Firepower reconnaissance."

Zhou Tianyang frowned slightly.

This Japanese major is much more cautious than the captain from last time.

That captain last time even thought using fire reconnaissance was a waste of ammunition.

He led the convoy straight into the ambush zone.

And this major, before entering the ravine.

First, a motorcycle squad was dispatched for reconnaissance.

This kind of person is not easy to deal with.

Zhou Tianyang aimed the center of his cross at the driver of the first motorcycle.

But the finger did not pull the trigger.

can not fight.

If we attack now, we'll alert the enemy.

The convoys behind won't be able to enter.

We'll have to wait.

Wait for those three motorcycles to pass, and then wait for the convoy behind them to enter the ambush zone.

As for those three motorcycles...

Let it go.

Once they're inside the ditch, with both ends blocked, they can't escape.