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

[Ding! One Japanese soldier killed. 5 points awarded.]

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Another Japanese soldier rolled out from under the vehicle.

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

His left leg was injured, and he was limping, but he rushed over very quickly.

"Bang!"

Zhao Wenlong raised his Type 38 rifle and shot him in the chest.

He groaned and swayed, but did not fall down.

He gritted his teeth and continued charging forward.

"Bang!"

Another shot, this time hitting him in the abdomen.

He finally collapsed, the grenade slipping from his hand and falling to the ground.

"boom!"

Zhao Wenlong lay on the ground and only stood up after the explosion.

"Damn it, these Japanese devils are really fearless."

He cursed and then addressed the soldiers around him.

"Be careful, don't let them get close."

"yes!"

But the Japanese launched wave after wave of counterattacks, as if they had gone mad.

One after another, Japanese soldiers crawled out from under the vehicles, from the bomb craters, and from the piles of corpses.

Holding a grenade with the pin already pulled, he charged towards the soldiers.

Their eyes were filled with madness and despair.

They knew they weren't going to survive.

But they didn't want to die in their hiding place, they didn't want to be dragged out from under the car and beaten to death like rats.

They wanted a dignified death, a death that would allow them to die loyal to the Emperor.

Charging into battle and being killed by the enemy—that's what they consider dignity.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The soldiers kept firing, killing the Japanese soldiers who rushed out one by one.

But the Japanese counterattack was too ferocious.

One hit and another one comes; two hit and another pair comes.

Some Japanese soldiers would even charge from more than ten meters away, giving you no time to aim.

Zhao Wenlong frowned as he watched this scene.

Continuing to fight like this, while avoiding casualties, is too slow.

Moreover, if a Japanese soldier were to rush into the midst of the soldiers and detonate a grenade, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He had to find a way to quickly deal with the Japanese soldiers hiding under the car.

"Give me the machine gun!"

Zhao Wenlong turned around and shouted to a soldier carrying a Type 91 light machine gun.

The soldier hesitated for a moment, then quickly handed over the machine gun.

Zhao Wenlong took the machine gun and lay prone on the ground.

The gun was pointed at the chassis of a truck.

The Type 11 light machine gun has a caliber of 6.5 mm, a rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute, and a magazine capacity of 30 rounds.

This thing is perfect for taking down Japanese soldiers hiding under vehicles.

"Da da da da da da!"

Zhao Wenlong pulled the trigger, and bullets rained down like a storm.

Shell casings flew out from around him and landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

The bullets hit the truck chassis, sending up bursts of sparks.

It hit the tire, and the tire immediately deflated.

It hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

More importantly, the bullets were fired at the Japanese soldiers hiding under the vehicles.

"what!"

Screams came from under the car.

But the screams only lasted a few seconds, and then they stopped.

Thirty bullets were all fired under the chassis of the first truck.

Zhao Wenlong released the trigger, got up from the ground, and changed to a new magazine.

Then he lay down in front of another truck.

"Da da da da da da!"

Another thirty bullets were fired.

Screams also came from under the chassis of the second truck.

Then came the third one.

The fourth vehicle.

The fifth vehicle.

Zhao Wenlong scanned the cars one by one.

They searched under the chassis of every single truck.

In his hands, the Type 96 light machine gun became a broom.

They swept out every single Japanese soldier hiding under the car.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

But it quickly quieted down.

Zhao Wenlong emptied five magazines, a total of 150 bullets.

He put down the machine gun, got up from the ground, and dusted himself off.

"Alright, that should be about right."

He spoke to the soldiers behind him.

"Check them one by one, and if you see anyone still breathing, give them another shot."

"yes!"

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

This time, no Japanese soldiers rolled out from under the vehicle.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I no longer have the chance.

Zhao Wenlong's 150 bullets wiped out all the Japanese soldiers under the vehicle.

Some were killed outright, others were seriously injured and lay on the ground groaning, but none of them could move.

The soldiers, guns in hand, searched truck after truck.

Upon seeing the corpse, stab it with a bayonet to confirm it was truly dead.

If you see someone injured, finish them off with a shot to end their suffering.

It's not cruel, it's reality.

In this era, on this battlefield, prisoners of war are a luxury.

The Japanese soldiers believed in the Bushido spirit and would rather die than surrender.

Even if you save him, he'll find a way to drag you down with him.

Therefore, the best approach is to leave no survivors.

"Commander, there's another one over here!"

A soldier crouched in front of the chassis of the sixth truck and shouted to Zhao Wenlong.

Zhao Wenlong walked over and looked down under the car.

A Japanese soldier lay motionless under the vehicle, covered in blood.

But his fingers were still twitching slightly.

Zhao Wenlong raised his pistol and aimed it at his head.

"Bang!"

One shot, and the Japanese soldier stopped convulsing.

"Commander, there's one over here too!"

Another soldier shouted.

Zhao Wenlong walked over and took a look.

It was also a Japanese soldier, lying under the vehicle, already dead.

But he was still holding a grenade in his hand, the pin already pulled.

The grenade just didn't explode.

It's possible that he died before he could strike the primer.

Zhao Wenlong crouched down and carefully took the grenade from the Japanese soldier's hand.

It was thrown onto the open ground beside the ditch.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded, shrapnel flying everywhere.

"That was close."

Zhao Wenlong stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Brothers, search carefully, don't miss anything."

"When you see a corpse, stab it with your bayonet first to make sure it's really dead before you go over."

"If you see someone injured, finish them off with a shot, but don't get close."

"yes!"

The soldiers continued their search.

This time, they were much more careful.

Under each vehicle, I would first poke it with my bayonet to make sure there was no reaction before crawling inside.

Each body had to be turned over and checked to make sure there were no grenades in their hands.

Search every corner thoroughly to ensure there are no survivors.

The search lasted for nearly twenty minutes.

Under every car at the bottom of the ditch, in every bomb crater, in every pile of corpses.

The soldiers searched it thoroughly.

Finally, Zhao Wenlong stood in the middle of the ditch, his gaze sweeping across the entire ditch.

"Reporting to the battalion commander, the search is complete, no survivors found!"

"Reporting to the battalion commander, the Second Company has completed its search; no survivors were found!"

"Reporting to the battalion commander, the Third Company has completed its search; no survivors were found!"

The three company commanders ran over one after another to report.

Zhao Wenlong nodded, turned around, and shouted towards the north slope.

"Commander, the Japanese have been wiped out; not a single one is alive!"

On the north slope, Zhou Tianyang looked up from behind the scope.

His face was expressionless.

But there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

He stood up, slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder, and started walking down the north slope.

He walked at a moderate pace, with steady steps and a calm expression.

When they reached the bottom of the ditch, Zhao Wenlong came to meet them.

"Captain, we're done!"

His voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

"More than 350 Japanese soldiers were all killed; not a single one escaped!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield at the bottom of the ditch.

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

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

"What about our casualties?"

Zhou Tianyang asked.

Zhao Wenlong grinned.

"Reporting to the commander, the 1st Battalion of the New 2nd Regiment has zero casualties!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, a smile finally appearing on his face.

Zero casualties.

More than 350 Japanese soldiers were annihilated.

This battle was truly worthwhile.

"What about the New First Regiment?"

Zhou Tianyang asked again.

Zhao Wenlong glanced in the direction of the south slope.

"It seems there were no casualties on Commander Li's side either."