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

Li Yunlong walked to the front of the group and waved his hand.

"Come down with me and take care of the rest of the enemy."

"Remember, if you see a living Japanese soldier, shoot him first."

"Don't give them any chance to retaliate!"

"yes!"

Two hundred soldiers answered in unison.

Li Yunlong led his team down the south slope.

The pace was neither fast nor slow, and the formation was quite spread out.

They worked in groups of three, covering for and looking out for each other.

On the north slope, Zhao Wenlong also stood up.

He turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him.

"New Second Regiment, assemble!"

Two hundred soldiers stood up from the north slope.

Zhao Wenlong walked to the front of the line, his gaze sweeping across the entire area.

"Comrades, it's our turn."

"Come down with me and wipe out the rest of the Japanese devils."

"Remember, if you see a living Japanese soldier, finish him off with a shot first."

"If you see a wounded Japanese soldier, finish him off with a shot."

"Don't be soft-hearted, don't hesitate, and don't give them any chance."

"Did you understand?"

"clear!"

Two hundred soldiers answered in unison.

Zhao Wenlong waved his hand.

"Set off!"

Two hundred soldiers followed him down the north slope.

Their steps were synchronized, their formation spread out, and they formed groups of three, providing cover for each other.

On the north and south sides, four hundred soldiers surrounded the valley from the hillside.

Like a large net, it slowly tightens.

Zhou Tianyang lay prone on the rocks on the north slope, his eyes reattached to the scope.

His mission is not over yet.

He was to stay here and provide fire support for the soldiers who went down.

If any Japanese soldier suddenly appears and opens fire on the soldiers, he must kill him immediately.

The scope scanned back and forth across the bottom of the ditch, leaving no corner unseen.

On the hillside, the soldiers were still slowly moving downhill.

We are getting closer and closer to the bottom of the ditch.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

The view at the bottom of the ravine became increasingly clear.

The truck was parked crookedly on the road.

The canvas awning on the vehicle was riddled with holes, revealing wooden crates inside.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, lying haphazardly.

The soldiers continued their ascent.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

We can already see the Japanese soldiers hiding under the car.

Some huddled under the truck chassis, shivering.

Some hid behind the tires, with only one foot or one hand sticking out.

Others lay prone in the craters on the ground, heads bowed low, too afraid to move.

But the soldiers did not rush forward.

Following orders, they slowly and steadily surrounded the area.

Take it one step at a time, without rushing or getting impatient.

Before taking a step, make sure there is no danger around.

With every step, he had to sweep the muzzle of his gun over every possible hiding place.

This method of play, though slow, is safe.

There will be no surprises.

There were hardly any Japanese soldiers left alive at the bottom of the ditch.

Most of the Japanese soldiers died in the first volley of fire.

The rest were also killed off one by one in the subsequent hunt.

But Zhou Tianyang knew in his heart that he couldn't let his guard down, especially at times like these.

The Japanese counterattack often occurs at this time.

A severely wounded Japanese soldier might detonate a grenade before he dies.

A Japanese soldier hiding in the shadows might fire a shot at the most crucial moment.

Therefore, we must be careful and cautious.

Every Japanese soldier must be treated as if they were alive.

On the north slope, Zhao Wenlong led his team to the bottom of the ravine.

He crouched behind a truck, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Third shift, search those trucks on the left."

"Fourth squad, search those vehicles on the right."

"Fifth Squad, come with me, search these cars in the middle."

"yes!"

The soldiers received their orders and began to split up and take action.

The soldiers of the third squad, guns at the ready and crouching low, crept toward the trucks on the left.

They worked in groups of three, covering for each other.

Every time a truck is searched, it must be checked to see if anyone is hiding underneath.

"This one doesn't have it."

"This one doesn't have it either."

"There's a corpse here, it's completely dead."

The third squad leader squatted down in front of the chassis of the first truck and looked inside.

There was nothing under the car.

He stood up, preparing to walk to the next truck.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move behind the tires of the second truck.

He whirled around, pointing his gun in that direction.

"come out!"

His voice was loud enough for all the soldiers around him to hear.

There was no movement behind the tire.

The squad leader gestured to the two soldiers behind him.

The two men flanked them from both sides.

Behind the tire, a Japanese soldier was lying down.

His left leg appeared to be broken, twisted at an odd angle.

He lay motionless on the ground, but his eyes were open.

The two soldiers exchanged a glance, and one of them raised his gun and aimed it at the Japanese soldier's head.

"Bang!"

With one shot, the Japanese soldier's head snapped back and he stopped moving.

"Continue the search."

The squad leader waved his hand and led the team forward.

On the other side, the soldiers of the fourth squad also found a survivor.

The Japanese soldier was hiding under the chassis of the third truck, curled up, his hands covering his head, trembling all over.

A soldier lay prone on the ground, his gun pointed at the Japanese soldier under the vehicle.

"come out!"

He shouted.

But the Japanese soldier didn't come out; instead, he shrank even deeper under the vehicle.

Without further hesitation, the soldier pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the Japanese soldier, his body jolted violently, and then went limp.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Sporadic gunshots were also heard in other areas.

Those were soldiers clearing out the Japanese soldiers hiding in the shadows.

On the south slope, Li Yunlong led the soldiers of the New First Regiment down as well.

He walked over to the first truck.

He glanced at the situation under the vehicle, then turned to the soldiers behind him and spoke.

"Search under each car, and kill anyone you find alive. Leave no one alive."

"yes!"

The soldiers accepted the order and began searching one by one.

Just then.

A Japanese soldier hiding under the fourth truck suddenly rolled out from under the vehicle.

He was holding a grenade in his hand; the pin had been pulled, and the grenade was smoking.

"Baka!"

He shouted and charged toward the nearest group of soldiers.

The grenade was smoking in his hand and could explode at any moment.

Upon seeing this, several soldiers instinctively took a few steps back.

But Li Yunlong did not back down.

He raised his pistol, aimed it at the Japanese soldier's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

One shot to the head.

The Japanese soldier's body suddenly leaned back.

The grenade slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"Grenade!"

A soldier shouted.

The soldiers all lay down.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded instantly, shrapnel flying everywhere.

It hit the undercarriage of the truck, making a clanging sound.

But because that Japanese soldier had already rushed a distance.

The grenade exploded quite a distance from the soldiers, and no one was injured by the shrapnel.

Li Yunlong got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

"Damn it, trying to drag others down with him before he dies?"

He cursed.

Then he addressed the soldiers around him.

"Everyone, stay alert! Don't let these Japanese devils launch a last-ditch counterattack."

"yes!"

The soldiers continued their search.

But the Japanese counterattack did not stop because of Li Yunlong's warning.

Although there weren't many Japanese soldiers left, there were still a dozen or so.

They knew they couldn't escape.

The Eighth Route Army was everywhere, blocking both the entrance and the end of the gully, leaving no place to run.

But they didn't want to die here.

I don't want to die in this unfamiliar country, I don't want to die on foreign soil.

Their minds are filled with the spirit of Bushido.

"To be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!"

A Japanese soldier hiding under the sixth truck shouted and rolled out from under the truck.

He was holding a grenade in his hand, the pin already pulled.

He charged toward the nearest group of soldiers.

His eyes were crazed, and his face was contorted with rage.

"Bang!"

Zhou Tianyang fired a shot from the north slope, and the bullet hit him in the head.

He leaned back, and the grenade slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded.

But no one was hurt.