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

Tian Chengjun stood up, stood at attention, and had a serious expression.

"Commander, don't worry, I've got it."

"When you get back, don't mention tonight's events to anyone."

"No matter who asks, no matter when, you must not say."

"Yes."

Tian Chengjun's voice wasn't loud, but every word he spoke was firm.

Zhou Tianyang looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Go."

Tian Chengjun saluted, turned around and walked to the door.

The door closed gently behind me, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

Zhou Tianyang watched Tian Chengjun's figure disappear outside the courtyard gate and into the night.

Then he turned around, walked back to the table, and sat down.

Then he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

My mind began to process this information.

After a while.

Zhou Tianyang opened his eyes, picked up the pencil on the table, and began to draw on a blank sheet of paper.

First, the location of the airport was drawn, followed by the runway, terminal, hangar, bunker, and sentry post.

Next, mark the location of Guangshe Village.

It is located on the north-west side of the airport, about 600-700 meters from the terminal building.

Finally, a grove of trees was drawn north of Guangshe Village, which represented the retreat route.

Zhou Tianyang put down his pencil and looked at the sketch.

The plan was gradually taking shape in his mind.

First and foremost, is the sniping position.

Guangshe Village is about 600 to 700 meters away from the terminal building, which is within the range of the M1C Garand.

But he had to go there beforehand to personally survey the terrain and find the most suitable sniping position.

Although you can roughly see it on the map.

But to truly witness a sniper kill, you have to go to the scene in person.

Wind direction, lighting, angle, obstacles—these things can't be seen on a map.

Only by being there in person can you find the most suitable location.

Therefore, he had to go to Taiyuan a few days in advance.

Go to Guangshe Village and scout out everything.

Of course, if he could speak fluent Japanese, it would be much easier for him to move around the Taiyuan area.

Even if they encounter questioning or investigation, they can handle it.

Second, it is a retreat.

After the fight, how do we retreat?

Less than a second after the bullet hit the target.

But from the moment he fired the shot to the moment the Japanese soldiers realized what was happening and began to pursue him, it was only a minute or two at most.

He had to leave Guangshe Village and enter the woods to the north within those one or two minutes.

Then, heading north from the woods, we crossed several mountain ridges and entered the mountainous region.

As long as he can get into the mountains, the Japanese won't be able to catch him.

The mountains are high and the forests are dense, with complex terrain.

Let alone a whole battalion of Japanese soldiers.

Even if an entire regiment of Japanese soldiers went in, they might not be able to find him.

Fourth, and most importantly, is intelligence.

All he knew was that Kiyoshi Kazuki was stepping down on May 31, and that he was going to fly back to his headquarters from Taiyuan Airport.

Is it morning or afternoon?

He knew none of this information.

If he didn't know the exact time, he could only wait near the airport.

It's best to start waiting from the night of the 30th, and keep waiting until Kiyoshi Kazuki appears, then kill him and leave.

He had to get to Taiyuan before May 30th to scout out the location and find a good sniping position.

Another problem that gave him a headache was language.

He doesn't speak Japanese.

The area around Taiyuan was occupied by the Japanese, and it was full of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops.

Having fluent Japanese would be so convenient.

Therefore, he had to learn the Japanese language.

It wasn't the kind of broken, halting Japanese speech, but rather fluent Japanese speech that made you immediately recognize him as a Japanese soldier.

As Zhou Tianyang thought of this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The system store has what he wants.

"system."

He meditated in his heart.

[Host, I am here. 】

"Open the points shop, skills category."

The points mall is now open.

Current points: 3458.

The image of that transparent light screen appeared in my mind.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze fell on the skills category.

[Basic Firearms Proficiency: 200 points.]

[Beginner Combat Proficiency: 200 points.]

……

[Beginner Japanese: 300 points.]

[Elementary German: 300 points.]

……

Zhou Tianyang's gaze lingered on the line that read "[Beginner Japanese: 300 points]".

Three hundred points, not expensive.

He currently has 3458 points, which is more than enough to spend 300 points to learn Japanese.

Moreover, this is only the beginner level.

His requirements weren't high; being able to speak fluent everyday Japanese was enough.

It's not like I'm going to be a translator; I don't need to be an expert.

"System, exchange for beginner Japanese."

[Confirmed redemption of Beginner Japanese, 300 points consumed.]

[Confirm?]

"confirm."

[Redeem successful.]

[Host's current remaining points: 3158]

The beginner-level Japanese skills book has been sent to your system space.

【Should we use it immediately?】

"Use it."

The next second, a wealth of knowledge about Japanese flooded into his mind.

The Japanese syllabary (hiragana and katakana), basic grammar, everyday expressions, honorifics, military terminology...

This knowledge was no longer something he had to memorize from books; it had become his instinct.

Just like when he started learning Japanese from a young age, every word and every sentence pattern was etched into his mind.

Zhou Tianyang opened his mouth and tried to say something.

「こんにちは.」（Hello.）

Very smooth.

He said another thing.

"My name is Zhou Tianyang, please take care of me." (My name is Zhou Tianyang, please take care of me.)

It's still smooth.

He speaks with a pure Tokyo accent.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly.

He then tried to say something slightly more complicated.

"Shenし訳ございませんが、もう一时お愿いできますか?" (Sorry, could you please say it again?)

It's still smooth.

The Japanese language taught by the system was better than he had imagined.

It's not the kind of rigid, textbook-style Japanese.

Instead, it's practical Japanese that reflects everyday life.

From everyday greetings to military terminology, from honorifics to dialects and slang, it has everything.

Zhou Tianyang then tried to deliver a military order in Japanese.

"All personnel and weapons have been confirmed. We will set off in five minutes."

(Everyone check your weapons. We'll depart in five minutes.)

Fluent, crisp, and carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

He nodded to himself.

With that accent and that tone, even if he encountered real Japanese soldiers, he wouldn't give himself away.

Basic Japanese is sufficient.

Intermediate level is not required, and advanced level is even less necessary.

Three hundred points, it was definitely worth it.

Zhou Tianyang walked back to the table, sat down, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of water.

He went through the whole plan in his mind again.

The first step is to go to Taiyuan a few days in advance and visit Guangshe Village to scout the location in person.

Find the most suitable sniping position and confirm the retreat route.

The second step was to lie in wait in Guangshe Village for Xiangyue Qingji to appear.

Shoot, kill, then retreat.

The third step is to enter the mountainous area, shake off the pursuers, and return to Lijia Yu.

The plan is in place; the next step is execution.

He needed to find an excuse to leave Lijia Yu for a few days.

He can't let anyone know where he's going or what he's going to do.

We need to make sure things are explained to Zhao Wenlong.

The training of the three battalions cannot stop, recruitment cannot stop, and vigilance cannot be relaxed.

This is something only he can handle.

Bringing anyone along will increase the risk of exposure.

One person, one gun, that's enough.