You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"Hold on, everyone hold on!"

Over the radio, Lin Feng roared:

"The Japanese devils want to bomb us to death? Dream on."

"Even if the backbone of our Great Xia is broken, it will be reattached with flesh and blood."

"As long as we stand, the Japanese devils will never cross the Yangtze River."

Under his inspiration, whether they were soldiers from the system or those from the Northeast Army, Sichuan Army, and Guizhou Army that had been incorporated, everyone had red eyes and stood firmly on their positions.

When the cannon barrel got red-hot, they poured urine on it; when someone fell, someone else took their place.

This ancient land is proving the indomitable spirit of a people in the most tragic way.

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The next morning, before the smoke of battle had completely cleared, the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Lin Feng stood atop Huashan Mountain, with scorched earth and dilapidated fortifications beneath his feet.

But when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the distant Yangtze River, the whole world seemed to soften.

Golden ripples danced on the river's surface, while distant mountains appeared and disappeared in the morning mist, like a splashed-ink landscape painting.

"So beautiful."

Lin Feng took a deep breath of the crisp morning air and couldn't help but sigh.

This land, these mountains, this water, and the smoke rising from the chimneys at dawn are all the legacy left by our ancestors.

"Such a beautiful land, not an inch is superfluous."

The tenderness in Lin Feng's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a killing intent harder than steel.

"Why should we give way to those bow-legged beasts? Why should they be allowed to burn, kill, and loot here?"

"Damn it! We have to kill them!"

"Pass down the order: all units must hurry to repair fortifications and replenish ammunition. The Japanese have suffered losses; they certainly won't let this go easily."

"yes!"

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The Japanese 13th Division opposite Huashan Mountain lived up to its reputation as a Class A division, displaying remarkable resilience.

After the frontal assault on Huashan failed, Division Commander Ogiu Ritsuhei immediately adjusted the deployment.

He left the 26th Brigade to hold the enemy at the front, but secretly mobilized the 103rd Brigade in an attempt to bypass Huashan and directly attack Jiangyin County.

"Trying to raid my base? Did you even ask me?"

Lin Feng had anticipated this move.

His reconnaissance squad had already spread out for more than ten miles, and the Japanese soldiers' every move was under his watchful eye.

"Zhang Wenzhong, stop hiding your 50th Division and get it moving!"

"Yes."

Outside Jiangyin County, Zhang Wenzhong, leading his Provisional 50th Division, relied on the city walls and outer fortifications to deliver a head-on blow to the attacking Japanese troops.

After Lin Feng replenished their equipment and they underwent several days of training, these originally ragtag troops have developed a more elite fighting spirit.

Dense machine gun fire and mortar shells kept the Japanese raiding force pinned down outside the city.

After two days of fighting, the Japanese 103rd Brigade, despite being bombarded by heavy artillery on Huashan Mountain, was unable to break through the defenses of the Provisional 50th Division.

Aside from leaving behind thousands more corpses, they didn't even reach the base of the city wall.

11 month 29 day.

Enraged, Ogisu Ritsuhei changed tactics once again.

He found that Jiangyin County and Huashan were tough nuts to crack, so he turned his attention to the Wushan position on the riverbank.

The 103rd Division, also known as the famous double-gun infantry unit, was stationed there.

"Yosh, the Chinese ragtag army is poorly equipped and demoralized; they're the perfect opening."

Ogishu Rippei brandished his command sword and ordered the 103rd Brigade to launch a full-scale attack on Wushan.

However, this time he really kicked a steel plate, and a thorny one at that.

On the battlefield of Wushan.

He Zhizhong, the division commander of the Guizhou Army, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva as he watched the Japanese soldiers rushing up the mountains.

"Brothers! Have you drawn enough?"

"That's enough!"

In the trenches, a group of ragged, emaciated soldiers were now all glowing with health, their eyes gleaming with an eerie excitement.

They threw away their opium pipes and picked up broadswords and Hanyang rifles with bayonets fixed.

"Then what are we waiting for? Charge with me!"

"Kill them all!!!"

There was no artillery preparation and no tactical cover.

These pistol-wielding soldiers were like a pack of crazed beasts; they leaped out of the trenches and launched a counter-charge against the Japanese attacking force.

The Japanese soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

This script is wrong!

Logically, shouldn't the Chinese army be trembling with fear after being bombarded by artillery fire? How dare they still charge out?

The two sides instantly clashed.

Bayonet against bayonet, broadsword against rifle butt.

The Japanese artillerymen were dumbfounded.

With both sides locked in fierce combat, how could they possibly fire a cannon? A single shot would kill more of their own men than the enemy.

Fearing the consequences, the Japanese artillery regimental commander was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

The Guizhou army, on the other hand, fought with a completely reckless, death-defying style.

A thin, small soldier, his stomach pierced by a Japanese bayonet, clung tightly to the gun barrel, turning back to shout, "Second Brother! Cut him down!"

His comrade behind him swung his sword, and the Japanese soldier's head fell to the ground.

This near-suicidal hand-to-hand combat completely shattered the Japanese offensive momentum.

Although the Guizhou army suffered heavy losses and corpses littered the fields, the Wushan position remained firmly in their hands.

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After several days, the battle around Jiangyin reached a stalemate.

The Japanese 11th, 13th and 16th Divisions, these three Class A divisions, launched fierce attacks on Jiang Yin's defense line in turn, like a revolving lantern.

However, this bone was just too hard.

The Huashan position was guarded by Lin Feng's heavy artillery group, which was like a steel hedgehog; anyone who touched it would die.

The Wushan position was occupied by the fearless "double-gun soldiers" of the 103rd Division of the Guizhou Army. It was a den of mad dogs, and their hand-to-hand combat terrified the Japanese.

The 112th Division of the Northeast Army was stationed at Xiaoshan, and these desperate soldiers also displayed astonishing fighting power.

In addition, the old but powerful fortress cannons in the various fortifications meant that the Japanese had to pay a bloody price for every step they took forward.

After several days of fighting, the Japanese left thousands of corpses outside Jiangyin, but still failed to break through the core defense line.

East of Jiang Yin, three lieutenant generals—commanders Nakajima Kesago of the 16th Division, Yamamuro Munetake of the 11th Division, and Ogisu Ritsubei of the 13th Division—were sitting together, each with a grim expression.

"Damn it! We can't waste any more time here!"

Nakajima Kesago slammed his sword on the table and paced back and forth anxiously.

"Look at the map. The 6th Division, the 9th Division, and the 114th Division have already bypassed Taihu Lake and are rushing towards Nanjing, the capital of China, like a race."

"If we remain stuck in this quagmire of Jiangyin, and Nanjing falls, the credit will be stolen by others, and we won't even get a sip of soup."

For these fanatical militarists, the glory of capturing the enemy capital was more important than anything else.

That was a golden opportunity for them to make their mark in history and to gain recognition before the Emperor.

"But if we don't take Jiang Yin, the Yangtze River waterway won't be open, and what about the navy..." Ogishu Rippei hesitated.

"Why bother with that naval idiot?!" Yamamuro Munetake sneered. "We're the army, our target is Nanjing. That Chinese general named Lin Feng is like a stubborn, stinky rock. Since we can't break him anytime soon, we'll just go around him."

Just as the three were arguing, an urgent telegram arrived from Matsui Iwane, commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Army.

Matsui Iwane clearly understood the situation. Jiang Yin was too tough a nut to crack. If the three main divisions were tied up here, it would seriously affect the overall progress of capturing Nanjing.

"Order:"

"The 11th, 13th and 16th Divisions will each leave behind an infantry brigade, equipped with some heavy artillery, to continue to encircle and attack Jiang Yin, and must contain the main force of the Chinese defenders."

"The main force of the division and its armored units shall immediately bypass Jiangyin and advance westward at full speed along the Beijing-Hangzhou National Highway and the side roads to the south. Target—Nanjing!"

Upon seeing this order, the three division commanders felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and some were even overjoyed.

"Yosh, finally I can leave this awful place."

"Leave the 26th Brigade to keep Lin Feng entertained for a while, the main force comes with me! To Nanjing!"

That afternoon, the Japanese offensive suddenly weakened.

Large numbers of Japanese infantry and vehicles began to turn, bypassing Huashan and Wushan, and rolled toward the western horizon.