Chapter 9: Ambush in the Valley

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  Roaring loudly, Qin Yang squeezed his legs tightly and kicked the stirrups hard, the warhorse galloping forward like an arrow.

  He had never been so angry before.

  War naturally can't avoid death, but that's on the battlefield. Qin Yang could still accept it. But this kind of slaughter of unarmed civilians would make anyone who encountered it furious.

  Qin Yang rushed all the way, at this time he had already thrown himself completely behind his back, now in his heart thinking of how to kill these Japanese devils, to avenge the villagers.

  Judging from the traces left on the scene, there should be about thirty Japanese soldiers, equipped with four Type 96 light machine guns and four grenade launchers. The rest are infantrymen. It's unlikely that he alone can annihilate this group of enemies.

  "This feud must be avenged!" Qin Yang made up his mind.

  While galloping, Qin Yang was thinking about how to arrange troops to deal with the Japanese soldiers. Soon a plan was made.

  The war horse turned a bend, and Qin Yang heard the faint sound of laughter in the distance. He slowed down his pace, as galloping in the mountain valley would cause the horseshoes to echo far away, making it easy for the enemy to detect them.

  Qin Yang stopped his war horse and tied it to a tree. He looked around at the surroundings, then headed towards the cliff on the right-hand mountain.

  The cliff was about a dozen or so zhang high, with an inclination angle of almost ninety degrees, and the slope was also very smooth. Ordinary people might be amazed by the precipice, but for Qin Yang, as long as he borrowed some simple tools, he could easily climb up.

  Soon Qin Yang climbed to the top of the cliff, he ran forward along the mountain ridge, jumping from one rock to another, and soon approached the place where the sound came from.

  He parted the lush weeds with his hands and looked down at the foot of the mountain cliff.

  At the foot of the cliff was a relatively flat slope, where thirty or so Japanese soldiers sat around a fire pit, roasting meat they had looted from the village on their bayonets. Several Japanese soldiers took off their shirts and squatted by the creek to wash away the bloodstains on their faces and hands.

  "There are 37 in total!" Qin Yang instantly counted the number of Japanese soldiers.

  Qin Yang tied the rope to a rock, then chose a blind spot where the Japanese soldiers couldn't see him, and slid down. His body continued to slide until he was about two meters from the ground, at which point he tightened the brake on his waist and landed lightly on the ground.

  Carefully observing for a moment, he saw that the Japanese soldier had not discovered his trail. Qin Yang crawled on the ground and slowly approached the Japanese soldier.

  A Japanese soldier got up from the bonfire, muttering to himself as he walked towards the clump of grass where Qin Yang was hiding, unbuttoning his pants along the way.

  Qin Yang remained motionless, lying in the grass thicket, his camouflage uniform and facial disguise making him blend perfectly with the surrounding weeds. If not for stepping on his body, it was likely that one would not have discovered him even if they walked right next to him.

  The Japanese soldier walked into the bushes, pulled down his pants and squatted on the ground, whistling comfortably. He didn't notice a shiny military knife slowly extending from behind him.

  "Hiss!"

  A cold light flashed by, and the Japanese soldier's whistle suddenly stopped. His body shook, his mouth opened but no sound came out, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

  "One!" Qin Yang coldly sheathed his sword, flames burning in his eyes.

  He quickly dragged away the corpse of the Japanese soldier.

  "Sanmu, go take a look at Sato, he's been gone for so long!" The squad leader Miura by the bonfire ordered a Japanese soldier to go and check on him.

  Sanmu stood up from the edge of the bonfire, holding half a roasted chicken in his hand, and walked towards the grass thicket with an air of discontent. As he turned around a boulder, a large hand suddenly stretched out from behind the rock and pulled him into the back of the boulder.

  "Ugh" - Sanmu's mouth had just opened, when a powerful arm passed through his neck, twisting his head with a crisp crack. Sanmu's neck bone snapped loudly, and his head lolled down limply.

  "Second one!" Qin Yang put Sanmu's body on the ground, his expression calm.

  He raised the German mirror case rifle given to him in his red uniform and took aim at Miura, the squad leader sitting by the bonfire.

  At this moment, a fierce gunshot suddenly came from the mountain mouth, and three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground in an instant.

  Qin Yang turned his head to look, and saw several people wearing gray military uniforms appearing at the mouth of the mountain valley. These people rushed in while firing at the Japanese soldiers, their movements extremely agile.

  Qin Yang's heart leapt with joy, he hadn't expected to run into reinforcements here. He darted out from behind the rocks, his twin guns firing continuously as he coordinated with the reinforcements.

  At the sound of gunfire, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy turned his head to look over here, then turned around and shouted to the one-armed man at the front: "Company Commander, someone is fighting with the little devils over there!"

  "Great, I didn't expect reinforcements!" The one-armed man laughed loudly, throwing the empty rifle to the ground, bending down to grab a Japanese soldier's Type 38 rifle, and with one hand easily aiming at a Japanese soldier, shooting through his head.

  The gunfire died down soon!

  Several dozen Japanese soldiers' corpses were scattered around the bonfire, with two lying in the creek. The clear water of the creek was dyed red by fresh blood.

  The one-armed man looked around and then shouldered his rifle, walking up to Qin Yang with large strides. He nodded in approval, "Brother, well done!"

  Qin Yang took a glance at the few people in front of him, seeing that although their gray military uniforms were worn and tattered, their faces were covered with dust, but their movements were quick and nimble, every gesture showing the demeanor of a soldier.

  "Which unit are you from?"

  The one-armed man said: "We were originally part of General Zhang's Northeast Army, I was the captain of the 1st company of the 17th division, these are all my brothers under my command. After Japan occupied the three eastern provinces, our general did not resist and retreated to the interior, some of our brothers in the 17th division did not want to leave, so they stayed behind to fight against the Japanese devils, but there were too few people, in the end only a few of us were left. Later, the Japanese surrounded and annihilated the Northeast Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army, we really had no way out, so we retreated here and continued to fight against these beasts!"

  The one-armed man pointed to the young man and said, "His name is Han Xueming, he's my signal soldier." Then he pointed to a tall and thin man with one eye next to him and said, "The tall one is called Yue Hai, the one-eyed one is called Jiao Ming, I'm Ma Zhanting, we're all from the 1st company. Unfortunately, only a few of us are left in the whole company!"

  Qin Yang said: "War will have sacrifices, they sacrificed, but their sacrifice is valuable, and it's also worth it for the country, worth it for the nation!"

  The one-armed man said, "Yes, I'm proud to have such brothers. Maybe someday I'll be like them and die on the battlefield. That would be the best outcome for me."

  "Well, then let's go to battle together, even if we die in the saddle, we won't regret it!"

  Qin Yang stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Ma Zhan Ting's lone arm.