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Three motorcycles were traveling along the road at the bottom of the ditch.

Traveling from east to west.

The roar of the engine echoed through the valley.

Lieutenant Ono's gaze swept across the hillsides on both sides.

Order fire reconnaissance!

"Bang bang bang!"

After a while.

There was nothing there.

There was nothing unusual, nothing unusual, and no sign of the enemy.

Lieutenant Ono turned his gaze from the hillside to the road ahead.

The highway winds and stretches into the distance.

"keep going."

He said to the motorcyclist behind him.

The three motorcycles continued driving forward.

Soon we reached the middle of the ditch.

On the south slope, Li Yunlong lay crouching behind a clump of bushes, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the three motorcycles as they drove past right under his nose.

The three motorcycles continued driving forward and soon reached the end of the ditch.

"parking."

Lieutenant Ono raised his hand, and the three motorcycles stopped.

He turned around and looked at the ravine behind him.

The entire gully, from east to west, is unobstructed.

The order was given to continue conducting fire reconnaissance on both sides.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

There was still no ambush, no enemies, nothing at all.

"It seems the superior is overthinking things."

Lieutenant Ono shook his head and said to the motorcyclist behind him.

"Turn around and go back to report."

The three motorcycles turned around and drove back along the same route.

Lieutenant Ono sat in the sidecar, his expression visibly more relaxed.

What he didn't know was.

It was right behind the bushes on the north slope that he had just scouted with his firepower.

Two hundred Eighth Route Army soldiers were holding their guns and aiming at the road at the bottom of the ravine.

What he didn't know was.

Behind the bushes on the south slope, there were also two hundred Eighth Route Army soldiers.

What he didn't know was...

He had already walked into death's trap.

And it is gradually heading towards an even deeper abyss.

……

The three motorcycles traveled back along the same route.

Lieutenant Ono sat in the sidecar of the first motorcycle, his gaze lazily sweeping over the hillsides on both sides.

He had already confirmed it during the previous round of reconnaissance.

There was no ambush in this ditch.

There was nothing on the hillsides except for shrubs and weeds.

"Ono-kun, isn't the commander being a bit too cautious?"

The motorcycle driver asked, his tone somewhat dismissive.

"Haven't we always been like this along the way?"

"Every time we encounter ravines, mountain passes, or forests, we have to be sent out for reconnaissance with firepower."

"What a waste of ammunition and time."

Lieutenant Ono didn't speak, but leaned against the edge of the sidecar and narrowed his eyes slightly.

To be honest, he also felt that his superior was being overly cautious.

Along the way, we passed through several terrains suitable for ambush.

Each time, the commander would order them to conduct fire reconnaissance.

Every single time, their bullets missed their mark.

Those local guerrillas wouldn't dare to mess with the Imperial Army's transport convoy.

The small guerrilla groups they had encountered in the previous encounters either collapsed at the first touch or fled at the first sign of trouble.

They didn't even offer any decent resistance.

"However, it never hurts to be careful."

Lieutenant Ono muttered to himself.

The three motorcycles quickly drove out of the ditch.

Ahead, the vanguard of the convoy was already clearly visible.

More than fifty infantrymen escorted the troops along both sides of the road.

The trucks behind them lined up one after another, forming a long, straight line.

Lieutenant Ono gestured to the motorcyclists behind him, and the three motorcycles sped towards the convoy.

Soon, they reached the middle of the convoy.

In the cab of the fifth truck, Shinichi Takeda leaned back in the passenger seat.

He saw Lieutenant Ono's motorcycle approaching, put down the map in his hand, and rolled down the window.

"parking."

He said to the driver.

The fifth truck stopped, and the vehicles behind it also slowed down and stopped.

Lieutenant Ono jumped off the motorcycle, ran quickly to the driver's side, and stood at attention to salute.

"Reporting, Major!"

"Reconnaissance completed. No abnormalities found on the slopes on both sides of the ravine ahead; no Chinese army ambush detected!"

After listening, Shinichi Takeda nodded.

His face was expressionless.

But the barely perceptible tension in his eyes clearly indicated that he had relaxed somewhat.

"Are you sure no one is lying in ambush?"

He asked, his tone still calm, but his pace was a few decibels faster than usual.

"Hi!"

Lieutenant Ono nodded vigorously, his answer resolute.

"The infantry unit conducted a full-coverage fire reconnaissance of both sides of the hillside, but there was no response!"

"I also personally observed the terrain. The slopes on both sides of the ravine are steep and covered with shrubs, which is not conducive to the deployment of troops."

"The Chinese army couldn't possibly have set up an ambush there!"

His tone was full of certainty.

Shinichi Takeda remained silent for a moment.

His gaze passed over Lieutenant Ono and fell upon the Soul-Severing Ravine ahead.

The mouth of the gully is faintly visible in the distance, and the highway extends into it before disappearing into the bushes.

"We've always gotten here this way, so it doesn't hurt to be careful."

Shinichi Takeda spoke slowly, his voice low, as if he were talking to himself.

"Major is right!"

Lieutenant Ono echoed this sentiment.

"The Imperial Army's supply lines must be guaranteed absolute security."

"Those local guerrillas, they flee at the mere sight of the Imperial Army, how dare they come to their deaths?"

Shinichi Takeda didn't reply, he just waved his hand.

"Pass down the order: full speed ahead, quickly cross the ravine ahead, and do not stop."

"Hi!"

Lieutenant Ono stood at attention, saluted, and turned to run towards his motorcycle.

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

The infantry escort regrouped and quickened its pace.

The convoy slowly started moving and headed towards the direction of Broken Soul Gorge.

Shinichi Takeda leaned back in the passenger seat and took out the map again.

His gaze fell on the location of the Soul-Severing Ravine.

He paused for a moment, then folded the map and put it back in his pocket.

Then, he leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

The convoy continued on its way.

The vanguard quickly entered the mouth of the Broken Soul Ravine.

The infantry escort marched along both sides of the road.

The gun was pointed forward, and his eyes scanned the hillsides on both sides.

But the tense expressions on their faces were no longer there.

We've conducted a reconnaissance mission; there's nothing there.

This ditch is safe.

The infantry escort continued forward, with trucks following one after another into the gully.

In the cab of the fifth truck, Shinichi Takeda opened his eyes and looked ahead through the windshield.

The road winds and twists, with dense shrubs growing on the hillsides on both sides.

His gaze swept over the bushes, but he found nothing unusual.

"Go faster."

He said to the driver.

"Hi!"

The driver nodded, stepped on the gas, and the truck's speed noticeably increased.

The convoy drove along the bottom of the ravine, the roar of the engines echoing through the valley.

The dust kicked up by the tires created a long gray trail behind the car.

The highest point on the north slope.

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

The first truck entered the ambush zone.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Zhou Tianyang counted silently in his mind.

He could see clearly from the cab of every single truck.

Some seats had a driver and a front passenger, while others had only the driver.

The fifth truck.

coming.

Zhou Tianyang's crosshairs were aligned with the passenger side of the truck.

There was a person sitting behind the windshield.

He held the rank of major, had a thin face, slightly prominent cheekbones, and a neatly trimmed mustache above his lips.

He just leaned back in his seat, as if he were resting with his eyes closed.

Zhou Tianyang's cross-shaped weapon landed firmly on the head of the Japanese major.

But he didn't rush to fire.

He is waiting.

Once all the trucks are inside the ambush zone.

One after another.

The sixth, the seventh, the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth vehicles.

They all entered the Soul-Severing Abyss.

The infantry escort leading the convoy had reached the middle of the ditch.

The infantry escort following the convoy had just entered the gully.

The entire line stretched from east to west, forming a queue nearly 300 meters long.

They were all within the ambush zone.

Zhou Tianyang took a deep breath.

Then, he slowly exhaled and held his breath.

He gently pressed the trigger with his index finger, and the crosshair was firmly placed on the Japanese major's temple.

In the scope, the Japanese major's face was so clear that you could see every single eyebrow.