Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

The sound of gunfire in the distance had already echoed in the ears of those former puppet soldiers who had just laid down their butcher knives and were filled with trepidation, sounding the alarm.

Their eyes showed both fear of the unknown war situation and struggle with their past identities.

"Reporting to the division commander, the scouts have confirmed that the escaped Japanese and puppet troops are back again!" A scout came running over, his voice full of urgency and anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Commander Zhang's face darkened, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew very well that every minute and every second was crucial at this moment.

"The opportunity has come! Pass the order immediately, strengthen the vigilance, and set up defense lines!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

The soldiers responded quickly and acted according to the instructions of Commander Zhang. For a moment, the camp was busy and orderly, and a tense atmosphere permeated every corner.

"Last time when those guys ran away, they left their guns, cannons, and bullets all over the ground like they were moving house. Now we have enough ammunition, so we don't have to worry about running out of ammunition."

The adjutant reported, but then changed the subject, "It's just that the first ones to rush over are probably the brothers who followed the devils..."

Commander Zhang looked in the direction his adjutant pointed.

Under the searchlight, the enemies running in front were all empty-handed, and some even had no idea where their shirts were; and following closely behind these people were the Japanese who were dressed relatively neatly, most of them holding guns.

When the Japanese were fleeing, they were reluctant to throw away their guns; but the puppet soldiers were so anxious that they wanted to take off their shoes and run away without any encumbrances, just to get away quickly.

Commander Zhang was silent for a moment, his eyes complicated.

He understood that this was a battle with no retreat, and also a contest that would test his humanity and loyalty.

"On the battlefield, there are only enemies and comrades. Since they have chosen to walk with the enemy, they are no longer our brothers.

Besides, we have no choice but to shoot them. If we are lenient and let them pass, the Japanese will follow closely and our defense line will be in danger. "

His words revealed firmness and determination.

Not long after, there were chaotic footsteps in the distance, accompanied by a few rapid shouts, it was obvious that the vanguard of the puppet army was approaching.

They ran so fast that they almost glided on the ground, as they threw away all unnecessary weight in order to survive.

"Prepare for battle!" At the command of Commander Zhang, the soldiers quickly entered combat status, pointing their guns at those once familiar figures.

"Oh my, those guys from the Yellow Shoe Army over there are still acting like they did before, thinking that we are still in the same group with them?" A soldier muttered to the person next to him while staring at the noisy Yellow Shoe Army in the distance.

"That's right. Look at how panicked they are. They rush here as if they had seen their mother, shouting 'Commander, help us!' They don't even look at where this territory is." Another soldier smiled and shook his head, but he gripped the gun even tighter in his hand.

Among the Yellow Shoes Army, a soldier who was running out of breath recognized the figure of Division Commander Zhang from a distance. He squeezed forward desperately and shouted at the top of his voice: "Division Commander! The People's Liberation Army is coming, save us!"

However, what responded to him was not a warm embrace, but a cold bullet.

With a whizzing sound, bullets fell as densely as raindrops, knocking down a group of people in an instant.

As the sound of gunfire cut through the sky, former comrades-in-arms became today's enemies. The cruelty and ruthlessness on the battlefield were fully displayed at this moment.

“This… what’s going on?!” The fallen Yellow Shoe Army soldiers had expressions of disbelief on their faces, while those who were still alive were stunned, as if they were frozen in time.

"Run! Run to both sides! The division commander has betrayed us!" Finally, a quick-reacting soldier in yellow shoes shouted and began to flee to both sides as if waking up from a dream, fearing that he would be the next to fall.

Commander Zhang stood on a high place with a sharp gaze. He knew clearly what his goal was.

"Ignore them, let them run." He ordered calmly, "Our focus is on the devils behind us. We can't let these guys ruin everything."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers quickly adjusted their tactics and shifted their attention from the fleeing Yellow Shoe Army to the approaching Japanese invaders.

In their panic, the Yellow Shoe Army inadvertently uncovered the Japanese's cover for Commander Zhang and his men, exposing their whereabouts.

"Haha, now that's great, the Japs have come to our door themselves." A soldier laughed, with a fighting gleam in his eyes.

Commander Zhang did not smile. He stared at the Japanese in the distance, thinking about every next move in his mind.

He knew that the real battle had just begun.

Although the Japs are cruel, vicious and shameless, they are not stupid; on the contrary, they are extremely cunning.

Faced with the sudden change, the Japanese reacted quickly and accurately. They keenly captured the key information that Commander Zhang had "surrendered to the enemy" and quickly figured out a response strategy in their minds.

"Hmph, this division commander of the Yellow Shoes Army actually dared to betray us!" A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Japanese officer, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

They knew very well what Commander Zhang's transformation meant, and they also understood that they would face a tough battle next.

However, the Japs were different from the Yellow Shoe Army who fled in panic and had no fighting spirit. The Japs had a high opinion of themselves and never regarded their former "slaves" the Yellow Shoe Army as real opponents.

This blind self-confidence led them to make wrong judgments at critical moments.

"A mere Yellow Shoe Army, what's so great about them?" The Japanese thought so in their hearts, but they never expected that it was this underestimation of the enemy and hesitation that became the fuse to their destruction.

During this brief period of hesitation, Commander Zhang's troops had already completed a careful deployment. They took advantage of the terrain and set up a tight net, waiting for the Japanese to fall into the trap.

When the exhausted Japs stepped into this cursed battlefield with heavy steps and an almost ignorant attitude, what greeted them was no longer the smooth sailing they had imagined, but a symphony of bullets pouring down like a torrential rain and roaring artillery fire.

The sky seemed to be torn apart, with fire and smoke interweaving into a picture of doomsday.

What’s even more terrifying is that behind the first trench, there is a terrifying secret weapon hidden - a dozen “heartless cannons”.

Although these cannons made Commander Zhang and others feel helpless and disgusted, at this moment, they became sharp swords guarding justice, pointing directly at the heart of the enemy.

However, unless it was absolutely necessary, Commander Zhang was unwilling to witness the use of these weapons, because every time they roared, one thousand enemies would be injured and eight hundred of his own would be lost.

On the battlefield, wailing and screaming were intertwined, and the Japs' former arrogance and arrogance quickly collapsed in the torrent of fear and despair.

The Japs struggled and fled in this land of death, only to find themselves in a desperate situation with nowhere to escape.

Their ambition and cruelty seemed so insignificant and ridiculous at this moment, and eventually turned into the dust of history and was forgotten in the depths of time.

The Yellow Shoe Army, which once seemed fragile, seemed to be reborn when their hearts were ignited by loyalty to the country and love for the nation, and they showed amazing courage and strength.

They are no longer a group of scattered sand, but have been condensed into a force that cannot be underestimated, and are determined to defend every inch of land under their feet to the death.

On the other hand, the Japanese were like a lost dog, exhausted and demoralized. Faced with the rock-solid position of Commander Zhang, they seemed powerless and could not take it down for a long time.

At this critical moment, reinforcements from the 4th Brigade came like a force of God, and quickly surrounded them. The remnants of the Yellow Shoe Army that had escaped before were also blocked and brought back, and the Japanese formation was shattered.

The Japanese knew very well that if they could not break through the barrier before them, they would face a catastrophic disaster.

Then, as if at the last gasp of life, they burst out with a final frenzy and launched a desperate charge towards Division Commander Zhang's position. This was a contest with no way out, and both sides tried their best.

Facing the Japs' frenzied counterattack, Commander Zhang looked determined, waved his hand, and issued the final order.

The former Yellow Shoe Army soldiers guarding the unscrupulous cannon lit the fuse without any hesitation.

At that moment, they may have had a lingering attachment to life, but more of it was a desire for victory and hatred for the enemy. This was a nearly tragic sacrifice, a fighting style that was almost a mutual destruction, but it was also their last stand.

"Baga! Death to the artillery!" The Japs' desperate cries resounded through the sky, but their struggle and resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the powerful firepower.

"Quick, turn east and break out!"

But after several rounds of attacks, the Japanese command system had been completely paralyzed, and orders could not be effectively conveyed, causing the formation to become even more chaotic.

Some fled to the south, some fled to the north, and others blindly gathered towards the center, completely losing their order.

In the end, in this war-torn land, neither the Japs nor the Yellow Shoe Army could escape their fate.

Under the joint siege of Division Commander Zhang's troops and the 4th Brigade, they were transformed into fertilizer to nourish the land in the coming year, which slightly compensated for the damage caused by the war to the land.

The battle lasted for a long time, and every minute and every second was filled with a struggle between life and death.

The battlefield gradually returned to calm only after the last gunshot faded into the cold air.

Commander Zhang stood on the battlefield where the smoke had not yet completely dissipated, his figure tall and lonely. His eyes penetrated the ruins before him, so deep that they seemed to be able to see through the vicissitudes of history.

The wind blew gently, bringing up clouds of dust, and seemed to be telling the sad song of the past.

His eyes slowly swept over the fallen figures of the Yellow Shoe Army, each of which carried an indelible story. Those former Yellow Shoe Army members may have lost their way, led by wrong beliefs;

The Yellow Shoes Army is defending justice and their homeland with their flesh and blood. Their fates are intertwined at this moment, becoming the heaviest footnote on this land.

In Commander Zhang's eyes, in addition to mourning for the deceased, there was also a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

He saw the corpses of his former "masters", those who were once high and mighty but now had also turned to dust.

At this moment, he could not help but reflect deeply and question: If the Yellow Shoes Army had a firmer faith and had the courage to refuse to go along with the invaders, could this senseless sacrifice have been avoided? Could more innocent villagers' lives have been saved?

These questions, like heavy stones, weighed on his heart and made him unable to let go.

He knew very well that history could not be assumed or repeated.

However, this reflection and self-blame made him more determined to protect peace and defend justice.

He understood that only by allowing future generations to remember this history and learn lessons from it could they avoid repeating the same mistakes and prevent such tragedies from happening again.

So, Commander Zhang took a deep breath and turned the mixed feelings in his heart into a firm strength.

He looked into the distance, where was hope and the goal they were striving for.

He believed that as long as there was light in their hearts, the road under their feet would not be dark; as long as their beliefs were firm, nothing could stop them from moving forward.