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

At the 101st Division's heavy artillery position, several thick cannon barrels pointed straight to the sky, and the artillerymen were busy moving their positions.

Although they were invincible on the Kunshan battlefield, Lieutenant Colonel Maeda, the battalion commander, was very cautious. They had already been shelled twice, which greatly increased the risk.

Hundreds of meters away, reconnaissance squad leader Liu Wei was using binoculars to report coordinates to the communications soldier. Strings of numbers were transmitted via radio waves to the city, seven kilometers away.

After receiving the coordinates, the artillery battalion quickly adjusted the firing parameters, and two minutes later, each gun position raised its hand to report.

"Cannon number one is ready!"

"Cannon number two is ready!"

……

"Cannon No. 5 is ready!"

All five M1923 Schneider 75mm mountain guns were ready. Battalion Commander Liu Meisheng gave a cold shout:

"Three rapid-fire rounds—fire!"

The cannons roared, the earth trembled, and five shells left the barrel, heading straight for their target.

Just as the Japanese artillery was preparing to move, the sound of shells whistling through the air rang out. Lieutenant Colonel Maeda's eyes instantly filled with fear, and he screamed in terror:

"don't want!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The artillery barrage landed precisely on the enemy lines, instantly breaking a 105mm mountain gun into parts, and clearing out the entire area of ​​artillery.

The other Japanese soldiers were stunned by this sudden attack, standing there dumbfounded, looking at each other in disbelief.

Time seemed to freeze, only Lieutenant Colonel Maeda remained conscious, roaring hoarsely:

"Enemy attack! Quickly move the cannon away!"

The artillerymen, as if waking from a dream, rushed to their positions in a panic to control the frightened mules and horses.

The second volley of shells came crashing down, this time with much greater accuracy, hitting the core area perfectly and having a noticeable effect.

Piles of shells were detonated, and the huge shockwaves hurled the thick cannon barrels into the sky. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers were torn to pieces, and several deep craters were blasted into the ground, filled with severed limbs and internal organs scattered all over the place, resembling a hellish scene.

Lieutenant Colonel Maeda's eyes completely lost their luster, and he said listlessly:

"It's over, we're completely finished!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The third volley of shells dealt another blow to the already battered Japanese artillery position, destroying two more heavy cannons.

"You idiot! Why are you still alive?!"

"I have failed the Heavenly Locust!"

Maeda shakily pulled out his pistol, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger, spraying white and red gunshots all over the ground.

The huge commotion coming from the direction of the artillery positions at the 101st Brigade headquarters made Kenzo Sato uneasy, his eyes filled with anxiety.

The chief of staff stumbled in, his voice trembling as he reported:

"It's terrible! The heavy artillery position has been attacked by the Chinese, causing the shells to explode and resulting in the loss of 6 heavy artillery pieces. Almost all of our warriors have been killed or wounded."

The thing that Kenzo Sato feared most happened, and it was even more serious than he had anticipated: the heavy artillery battalion was almost completely wiped out.

Those were six 105mm mountain guns, the heavy firepower of the 101st Brigade!

"Useless, a bunch of useless trash! Where's that bastard Maeda? How did he manage to protect the cannon?!"

"This is a serious dereliction of duty...no, it's a crime!"

Kenzo Sato now only wants to kill Maeda; someone has to take responsibility for such a significant loss.

The chief of staff, forcing himself to speak, said:

"Lieutenant Colonel Maeda committed suicide!"

Kenzo Sato jumped up in anger:

"You idiot! Who made him commit suicide? Who gave him permission to commit suicide?!"

With death absolved of guilt, Kenzo Sato couldn't hold a grudge against a dead man; he had to bear the responsibility himself.

The chief of staff quickly said:

"General, this matter cannot be blamed on the Imperial Army; it is mainly because the Chinese are too cunning."

Rumor has it that Zhao Yunwen is known as the "Chinese Wolf," extremely ruthless. Our top priority is to eliminate him and reclaim Kunshan; this loss is insignificant!

Kenzo Sato, as if grasping at a straw, said with a determined expression:

"That's right, it's not that the Imperial Army is incompetent, it's that the Chinese are too cunning!"

Zhao Yunwen has become a major threat to the empire, his value no less than that of a division; he must be completely eliminated.

"Send a telegram to Iizuka-kun and Tsuda-kun, ordering them to intensify their offensive and take Kunshan Castle at all costs. Leave no Chinese alive, massacre the city—I want to massacre the city!"

"General, our firepower may be insufficient—"

"Baka yarou, warrior of the Empire! Can't you fight without heavy artillery?"

Kenzo Sato resembled an enraged wild boar, his tusks bared, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, and his hand already gripping the hilt of his military knife.

The chief of staff dared not utter another word about being useless, and with a "heh," he accepted the order and left.

On the northern front, at the isolated battalion's position, both sides were already locked in a fierce struggle. The 101st Regiment committed two infantry battalions to continuously break through the defenses, completely disregarding casualties.

The isolated battalion committed all its forces, leaving only the battalion headquarters and its directly subordinate units. Shangguan Zhibiao wanted to keep the reserve force, but the strength did not allow it.

There were too many Japanese soldiers, and their attacks came wave after wave. We had no choice but to risk our lives to fight them.

Regimental Commander Wang Guohua still had one battalion under his command, but he would not easily request reinforcements unless absolutely necessary.

Yang Guai's eyes were almost vacant; too much killing had robbed them of their liveliness. He was now a highly efficient killing machine, and countless Japanese soldiers had died under his gun.

Several Japanese soldiers cautiously appeared in Yang Guai's field of vision. His eyes were devoid of any emotion; he simply mechanically pulled the trigger, and the squad leader fell to the ground.

The other three Japanese soldiers fired wildly, their bullets kicking up clouds of dust around Yang Guai.

This provided cover for Yang Guai, whose gunshots rang out again, and another Japanese soldier fell.

Just as he was about to move, a hot bullet flew past his ear, startling Yang Guai so much that his eyes instantly regained their vitality.

We almost capsized in the gutter!

The private first class on the riverbank shook his head. He knew by instinct that he hadn't hit the target; it was too far away. 400 meters was his limit.

He didn't want to fire; he just wanted to save his life. It was all the fault of the arrogant Chinese people on the other side, which aroused his competitive spirit.

Although the bomb was knocked away, the riverbank didn't care and continued to fish in the crater.

Before retiring, he was one of the best marksmen in the team. He didn't practice much, but he could hit the bullseye every time he picked up a gun. He was the kind of person who was born with a talent.

The two sides had been fighting fiercely for several hours. Looking at the sky over the river, they decided to wait until it was time to call it a day and have a meal.

But then a bugle call sounded from behind, and the private's face changed drastically—they were about to charge!

The officer brandished his pistol, urging the 101st Regiment, which had received strict orders, to launch a full-scale assault; no one was to slack off.

The other Japanese soldiers had already gotten up, but the privates on the riverbank were still dawdling, trying to delay as long as possible.

The squad leader's pistol was already pointed at him, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and crawl out of the shell crater by the river...

A cruel smile appeared on Yang Guai's lips. He had been lurking by the riverbank as a private for a long time, and anyone who dared to ambush him would pay the price.

Yang Guai was known for his vengeful nature. Upon seeing the enemy emerge from the cave, he decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck the target in the chest.

The private's eyes were unfocused by the river, his life force rapidly fading. He shakily pulled a photograph from his pocket, which was stained with blood, blurring the faces of his wife and daughter.

He regrets coming to China!

Off-screen, in Kyoto, by the river, a private's wife embarks on her journey amidst her daughter's tearful eyes.

The holy war needs her medical skills, and the warriors need the comfort of her soft body.

"Holy War, Begone!"

"It's all for His Majesty the Heavenly Locust..."

"Boom boom boom..."

"Boom boom boom!"

A barrage of shells rained down from the sky, one of which landed beside the private on the riverbank, tearing him to pieces, leaving only the blood-soaked photograph floating in the air.

"Baka yarou, where are the Imperial Army's cannons?"