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

After six rounds of artillery fire, the Japanese troops' formations thinned out considerably, and wounds from painful struggles could be seen everywhere on the ground.

No one cared about their lives or deaths. Even if they were to rescue the wounded, they would have to wait until the fighting stopped. Right now, the Japanese only had eyes for the isolated battalion's position. They rushed up and took revenge with their bayonets!

Shangguan Zhibiao didn't give the Japanese soldiers a chance to fight with bayonets. He had an M1919; only a fool would use a knife.

Each platoon has one gun, a company has six, and two companies have twelve. With full firepower, they can fire thousands of bullets per minute. If the Japanese try to charge in a group, they're just asking for death.

Faced with a dense hail of bullets, the Japanese soldiers' Bushido was ineffective; large numbers fell with each strike. Even when they spread out skirmish lines, the casualties were heavy due to the overwhelming firepower.

The Japanese were not to be outdone. The eight Type 2 heavy machine guns of the machine gun company fired wildly, and the two infantry guns would fire a round from time to time. The defenders also began to suffer casualties.

Shangguan Zhibiao didn't let the Japanese heavy firepower run rampant for long before issuing the order to open fire.

Artillery company commander Lei Xiong had been eager to try his hand at the task for a long time, and now he could finally put his skills to good use.

The six Type 20 mortars were arranged in two columns, their coordinates already calculated, and their target was the Japanese heavy machine gun position.

"Three rapid shots—fire!"

"Knock knock knock knock..."

The shell shot out of the barrel, whistling as it hurtled towards the target. Lei Xiong shouted coldly:

"Move immediately to position number 2!"

Lei Xiong had no time to observe the effects of the artillery fire; survival was the top priority on the battlefield, and leaving without a trace was the way to survive.

Three volleys of 18 shells covered the machine gun company's position, destroying 5 Type 92 heavy machine guns and killing or wounding dozens of Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese paid a heavy price for their arrogance, and their machine guns no longer dared to be clustered together.

The 101st Regiment's retaliatory artillery fire followed, but Lei Xiong had already moved his artillery group away, and the Japanese only heard a bang.

Although the firepower of the isolated battalion was not as strong as that of the 101st Regiment, its high mobility and ability to fight independently made it a significant threat.

The battle reached a stalemate. The Japanese attempted to break through the isolated battalion's defenses with a single battalion but failed. Iizuka Kunigoro's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

A special guest arrived at the guerrilla command post, carrying a special mission. After reading the coded telegram, Zhao Yunwen smiled and said calmly:

"Boss Dai, please go back to Principal Bing. The guerrilla detachment will do its best."

Dai Yunong's displeasure flashed by, but Zhao Yunwen's attitude was clearly off. However, he dared not be too arrogant, as these military leaders would not give him much credit.

"Senior, the Japanese offensive is very fierce, and the defense of the Xicheng line is under great pressure. The principal is also understanding of the difficulties faced by the guerrilla detachment."

If the Japanese supply lines are cut off for half a month, the guerrilla detachment can break out on its own, and the Nationalist government will compensate for all losses.

The unit was expanded into a division, and the senior alumnus was appointed as the lieutenant general and division commander, while all officers and soldiers were promoted three ranks.

Dai Yunong finally offered tangible benefits, but Zhao Yunwen did not show much joy, only politely thanking the principal for his guidance.

You're kidding. Cutting off the Japanese for half a month would drive them crazy. What use would a division commander be then? What division commander can compare to him now?

Zhao Yunwen would never risk his brothers' lives to gain power; he's a man who lies low and does nothing.

Dai Yunong sensed that Zhao Yunwen wasn't very interested, so he changed the subject and suggested sending a liaison group to stay with the guerrilla detachment, but Zhao Yunwen politely declined.

Zhao Yunwen didn't want things to get too tense with Dai Yunong, the head of the secret service, so he offered benefits:

"Boss Dai, my brother intercepted a shipment of supplies in the city, including 5,000 rifles and pistols, several Type 92 infantry guns, and corresponding ammunition. Interested in buying them? I'll give you a 10% discount!"

Dai Yunong's eyes lit up. This was almost the equipment of a division. If he resold it, he could make at least 50% profit, or even more.

This was no small sum of money; it was enough for Dai Yunong to earn enough for his retirement. He immediately changed his expression, revealing his concerns:

"Senior, I'm interested, but the Japanese are at the city gates, and we can't get it out!"

Zhao Yunwen flashed his signature smile once again:

"Boss Dai, would I be foolish enough to leave such a batch of supplies in the city? They would have been moved to a safe area long ago, and there wouldn't have been any trouble with the transfer."

Dai Yunong, no longer hesitant, said seriously:

"I'll take them all at 20% off. As you know, I have many brothers to support. Relying on the government's meager funding would only leave me starving."

Zhao Yunwen was originally doing Dai Yunong a favor, and since he also needed to convert the spoils of war into cash, he immediately agreed.

"Deal! Cash on delivery!"

"No problem, I'll pay in US dollars."

The two sides hit it off immediately, and with enough mutual benefits as a bridge, they began to address each other as brothers.

This deal would bring in at least 30 silver dollars, enough to pay the army's salaries for two months. As for where the equipment would end up, Zhao Yunwen didn't care at all; the Japanese wouldn't pay a high price for it anyway.

Let Dai Yunong earn more so he won't cause trouble. Zhao Yunwen's principle is that if something can be resolved with benefits, then it's not a problem.

Zhao Yunwen called Lu Ping and Xie Polu over and said:

"The plan has changed. The Military Commission has ordered us to stay for half a month. The principal is still giving us some face, so we'll do it for a week."

They fought on the perimeter for three days, sustained urban warfare for four days, then launched a counterattack, severely damaging the 101st Brigade before making a strong breakout.

Lu Ping was the one who best followed Zhao Yunwen's line of thinking:

"Commander, this plan is brilliant. As long as the intensity of the battle is controlled, there will be no major casualties even if we hold out for seven days."

Our opponent has always been the 101st Brigade. The pressure of fighting for three days is not much different from fighting for seven days, and we can still report back to the Military Commission.

Xie Polu understood as well, and thought to himself that they were indeed two cunning people, and he should learn from them and be on the same page as the commander.

"Commander, the reconnaissance company reports that the main force of the Japanese is arriving one after another, including eight heavy artillery pieces."

Company Commander Xiao asked if he could lead men to destroy it.

Zhao Yunwen's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly dismissed the idea and waved his hand, saying:

"The risk is too great, and the Japanese aren't stupid. All we need to do is find out the location of their heavy artillery positions, then we can take them out with our Schneider artillery!"

The reconnaissance company was Zhao Yunwen's pride and joy. The heavy artillery cluster's defenses must be very strong, and he couldn't bear to let the reconnaissance company take any risks.

The Schneider M1923 had an effective range of 9800 meters, and he didn't believe the Japanese artillery could endure the loneliness.

Xie Polu's worries vanished, and he said with a smile:

"Once we destroy the Japanese heavy artillery, the pressure of holding out for seven days will be much less."

At the outpost, the Japanese attack was repelled, leaving behind more than 300 corpses and seriously wounded soldiers.

As the sun was about to set, the Japanese sent men with white flags to collect the bodies.

Shangguan Zhibiao knew that the Japanese wanted to take back the seriously wounded. He originally wanted to refuse directly, but decided to report it to buy time.

Zhao Yunwen was inspecting a field hospital when he heard that Yang Ruifu had regained consciousness, so he went to visit him, accompanied by Xie Polu.

Yang Ruifu already knew from Xiao Hubei about the many things that had happened after he fell into a coma. When he saw Zhao Yunwen, he wanted to get up to thank him, but the latter stopped him.

"Battalion Commander Yang, take good care of your injuries. I've been saving your position as battalion commander of the isolated army!"

Yang Ruifu looked at his legs, gave a wry smile, and said:

"Commander, we know our own situation. Even if I could stand up again, I would be a cripple and unable to withstand high-intensity combat."

I only ask to stay and do what I can.

Zhao Yunwen looked at Su Wanqing, who quickly said:

"Although Battalion Commander Yang has some difficulty moving around after his recovery, it does not affect his ability to walk and work independently."

"Battalion Commander Yang, listen to this. This is what the doctor said. It has nothing to do with being a cripple."

Let me reassure you, even if you can't lead troops into battle, you can still manage logistics in the supply train!

"Since we already have a supply captain, we'll have to make do with you as the vice-captain."

Yang Ruifu was completely relieved and immediately expressed his opinion:

"Thank you, Commander. I guarantee I will complete the mission."

The communications officer rushed over, handed Xie Polu a telegram, and after reading it, presented it to Zhao Yunwen.

After reading it, Zhao Yunwen said:

"Let the Japanese collect the bodies. If they want to take back the seriously wounded, give them to them too."

These seriously wounded soldiers will give their supply train a headache for a while; they'll need to send people to take care of them.

Su Wanqing pursed her lips. Now she knew where Xiao Jianyun learned his insidious ways. He was a bad influence on his family!

Zhao Yunwen seemed to sense that someone was criticizing him, and turned his sharp gaze toward Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing lowered her head guiltily, secretly resolving in her heart to stay away from this person.

Will Su Wanqing be able to escape Zhao Yunwen's grasp? The Japanese won't suffer a setback in Kunshan City. The exciting part is yet to come. Add books to your bookshelf so you don't get lost.