Even if I'm a useless bum at Whampoa Military Academy, I'll be invincible in the War of Re

This story is a fictional parallel world; please do not try to match it with reality.

After thirteen years of playing dumb and feigning weakness, today I'm checking in at the Shanghai Stadium. I'm not going to back down anymore!

The Songhu area was shrouded in dark clouds.

The river breeze carried the strong smell of gunpowder, and the bugle calls of the military camp pierced the clouds. Hundreds of thousands of strong troops gathered on the riverbank, and the great war against Japan was about to break out!

Zhao Yunwen stood at the entrance of the barracks, his eyes surging with anger that had been suppressed for more than a decade.

[Ding dong, congratulations host for completing the Songhu check-in and claiming a super gift pack!]

[Contribution points +5000, Talent points +20, Current Talent points 160]

[The Time-Space Mall and 3D Mini-Map have been upgraded to Level 2, with the map detection range expanded to 100 kilometers.]

As the familiar notification tone ended, a sharp glint flashed in Zhao Yunwen's eyes.

After waiting for thirteen years, he finally no longer had to pretend to be a coward, hide, and watch helplessly as the Japanese invaders trampled the land, while he could only stay in the security regiment and act like a useless coward!

Zhao Yunwen transmigrated to this place thirteen years ago. He was a graduate of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy and a fellow townsman of the principal. He had a perfect start, but he still ended up being seen as a good-for-nothing by others.

All thanks to the awakened "Slacking Off and Resisting Japan System"—upon transmigrating, one unlocks captain-level privileges. The core has only one talent value, which includes two major abilities: learning and command. The more one endures and doesn't show their face, the richer the rewards.

Over the past thirteen years, he has accumulated contributions by checking in and leveling up maps while AFK, and quietly used his talent points to hone his troops and exchange for resources. In places unknown to others, he has built up a fortune that others dare not imagine.

With a thought, the system panel appeared in his mind, clear and concise:

[The "Slacking Off and Resisting Japan System"]

Name: Zhao Yunwen Age: 29 years old

Talent value: 160 (including learning and command abilities)

Time-Space Shop: Two Stars (Unlocks 1942 access) | Time-Space Warehouse: 10×100×100 cubic meters

3D mini-map: Two-star (detection range 100 km)

Contribution value: 875300 points

[Captain Rank (0-200)]

Command limit: 20000 people

Increase: Learning/Command Ability +20%

With nearly 900,000 contribution points, not counting the cost of equipping troops, a Mauser rifle costs 30 points in the shop, and 100 bullets cost only 1 point.

If it really comes to war, he can instantly equip a well-equipped and formidable force.

"Commander!"

Chief of Staff Lu Ping rushed over, looking tense, and reported loudly:

"Commander Zhang has informed you that you need to go to the army group headquarters for a meeting immediately!"

Zhao Yunwen raised an eyebrow, feeling surprised.

At a meeting of an army group level, how could a mere colonel, commander of a security regiment, be qualified to attend?

"What a joke?" He frowned habitually, but didn't dare to delay.

Zhang Wenbai was strict in disciplining his troops and always had a clear system of rewards and punishments. As the head of the security regiment, he was already inconspicuous and dared not be made an example of at this critical juncture.

When Zhao Yunwen arrived at the conference room, he truly understood what it meant for a rising star to shine.

The room was filled with the dazzling epaulets of generals, and he stood out awkwardly at the door in his not-so-crisp colonel uniform, which was quite jarring.

He tactfully shrank back, trying to move to the corner, and just as he was about to sit down, a familiar voice rang out.

"Isn't this Commander Zhao? Long time no see, you're still as dashing as ever."

Zhao Yunwen paused.

It was Sun Yuanlang.

His classmate from the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy is now a lieutenant general and division commander of the 88th Division, enjoying immense prestige.

Looking at myself, I was the commander of the Second Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province. To put it nicely, I was the commander; to put it bluntly, I was just a nobody among nobodies.

The difference between heaven and earth is beyond compare.

All eyes turned to him instantly, some with curiosity, some with mockery, and some with pity.

Zhao Yunwen straightened his back abruptly, raised his hand in a crisp military salute, and spoke in a low but steady voice:

"Greetings, Commander Sun. This is Zhao Yunwen, Commander of the Second Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province. I salute you."

Sun Yuanlang waved his hand magnanimously, his smile gentle, his posture perfectly measured:

"Commander Zhao, you're too kind. We're comrades from the same period, there's no need to be so formal in private."

In a single sentence, their seemingly close relationship clearly reveals the significant difference in their social status.

The junior students from the second and third cohorts around him turned their heads and whispered among themselves. Those gazes felt like needles pricking him.

Zhao Yunwen's hands, hanging by his sides, tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Wang Jingjiu, the commander of the 87th Division, couldn't stand it any longer.

The two were classmates and comrades in military school and had always had a good relationship. He stepped in to defuse the situation:

"Brother Yunwen, come sit in the front. The security regiment is also part of the resistance against Japan, and the head of education has some tasks to assign you later."

Zhao Yunwen remained respectful and neither servile nor arrogant.

"Thank you for your concern, Commander Wang. I'll be fine sitting here; the front row isn't suitable."

He was self-aware enough to know better than to move forward and attract attention; it was better to stay quietly in the corner.

Seeing this, Wang Jingjiu stopped insisting and gave him face.

Sun Yuanlang couldn't push Wang Jingjiu any further, so he had to give him some face.

"Commander Zhang has arrived!"

As the greeting sounded, Zhang Wenbai, commander of the Ninth Army Group, strode in.

The entire audience fell silent instantly.

Zhang Wenbai's stern gaze swept across the room. He nodded slightly, gesturing for everyone to take their seats, his tone heavy as a rock:

"Fellow countrymen, the Japanese invaders have gone too far. They have brazenly bombarded the Chinese-controlled areas of Shanghai, causing heavy casualties and countless property losses to our compatriots."

"The principal has ordered a counterattack, commanding my Ninth Army to launch an immediate offensive against the Japanese forces in the concession, annihilate their marines, and recapture the lost territory!"

The sentiment is indignant.

Wang Jingjiu immediately rose to volunteer for battle, his voice booming like a bell:

"Director of Education, the Japanese invaders have repeatedly attacked China. The students are willing to lead the 87th Division as the vanguard to raze the Japanese concession!"

The other officers responded enthusiastically, and morale was high.

The 87th and 88th Divisions had already clashed with the Japanese army during the January 28 Incident, and in that year, they cooperated with the 19th Route Army to force the enemy to reinforce their troops several times, so they were inherently fearless.

Seeing that the morale of the troops was high, Zhang Wenbai's expression softened slightly, and he immediately instructed his chief of staff to issue the battle plan.

Zhao Yunwen's Jiangsu Provincial Security Second Regiment was directly assigned to the 88th Division.

Sun Yuanlang's face immediately darkened.

What is a security force? It's not even a ragtag group. It has at most three to five hundred people, outdated weapons, lax training, and it's common for them to be paid without working. They are clearly a burden.

He wanted to decline on the spot:

"Teacher, the 87th Division's forces are somewhat weak. Why not transfer the Security Regiment there? My 88th Division will be able to take Hongkou."

Everyone present knew that he was complaining that Zhao Yunwen's security team was a hindrance.

Zhang Wenbai could easily see through his little scheme.

Zhao Yunwen was seen as a good-for-nothing by others, and the security force was a motley crew, but he had his own considerations—Sun Yuanlang was unruly, and having another force by his side would always provide more strength.

Zhang Wenbai's face turned cold, and his tone left no room for argument:

"Commander Sun, this is the battle plan. Military orders are absolute; how can they be changed arbitrarily?"

"Two Japanese divisions of reinforcements are already assembling; time is of the essence, and you cannot afford to be picky!"

"Meeting adjourned!"

Sun Yuanlang was humiliated and returned to the division headquarters with a livid face, whereupon he immediately convened a battle deployment meeting.

As the commander of the attached unit, Zhao Yunwen could only attend the meeting as an observer, but this time he was finally given a seat.

The chief of staff of the 88th Division stood in front of the map and reported the enemy situation in a deep voice:

"The Japanese Special Landing Force in Shanghai consists of seven battalions, each with approximately five hundred men. Specific deployment details..."

A series of place names and firepower configurations were announced, including 150mm howitzers, mountain guns, and infantry guns... The strength of the equipment made the faces of everyone present gradually darken.

This firepower far exceeded expectations.

Sun Yuanlang's expression was solemn. He glanced at everyone and slowly spoke:

"Our 88th Division is an elite unit of the National Revolutionary Army, tasked with the main attack. Our plan is to first clear out the outer strongholds, then launch a coordinated assault on the Japanese headquarters building. Does anyone have a strategy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Sun Yuanlang's gaze slowly fell on Zhao Yunwen in the corner.

He had just lost face in front of the commander because of this security regiment. Being vindictive, he would not let go of this opportunity to set a trap.

A mocking smile played on his lips; his voice was low but clear, deliberately emphasizing his tone:

"Commander Zhao is a senior alumnus from the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy, and has the most experience. Why don't you share your thoughts first? It would be good for the juniors to learn from your experience."

Zhao Yunwen looked up to meet his gaze, and the sharpness that had been suppressed for thirteen years in his eyes finally broke through. He lightly tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips—since you've come to my door, I'll start by using you to get a taste of the real deal and let everyone see who the real elites of Huangpu are.