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

The pace of the battle was too fast. Captain Kentaro Aoki was covered in dust and dirt. In just a short time, more than half of the more than 100 men he brought were killed or wounded.

The ambush troops showed no regard for martial ethics, mounting M1919 machine guns on their backs and firing indiscriminately. Their side-firing fire was impossible to defend against, and the remaining Japanese soldiers could only cower in the ruins and eke out a living.

Reinforcements are on their way; whether they can hold out depends on how tough their luck is.

Aoki's company's counterattack was weak and feeble, which instead attracted a barrage of grenades. Shrapnel flew everywhere, leaving almost no blind spots, and fewer than thirty Japanese soldiers were still standing.

Captain Aoki charged forward with bloodshot eyes, only to be accurately shot and killed by a sniper. If he had just shown his head, he would have died.

The ambush troops attacked from both flanks, with assault gunners leading the charge and snipers providing cover. Taking advantage of the Japanese soldiers' confusion, they closed in, leaving them no way out.

There was no time to clean up the battlefield before the Japanese reinforcements, numbering two or three hundred, rushed in, yelling.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Company Commander Fang Zhizhou decisively ordered a retreat. The ambushers on both flanks retreated in large strides, while the fire support platoon provided cover in front.

The hastily arrived Japanese reinforcements, their eyes bloodshot with rage and eager for revenge, were met with a hail of bullets from three platoons, plus concentrated fire from three M2 mortars, and suffered heavy losses.

The pursuers could only take cover on the spot and fire back indiscriminately.

The third platoon didn't engage the Japanese soldiers at all. After helping them calm down, they withdrew from the battle and retreated into the depths of the street.

The Japanese soldiers, still shaken, huddled behind the ruins, panting, and dared not pursue them any further.

With the arrival of a large number of reinforcements, the Japanese were able to control the surrounding key points and quickly rescue the wounded. Among them were many who were pretending to be dead, and no one pursued the matter; it was a miracle that they survived.

After cleaning up the mess, Company Commander Toshiya Ono reported in a deep voice:

"82 jade pieces shattered, 37 people were seriously injured, and more than a dozen people were slightly injured. Lord Aoki has done his utmost for the Heavenly Locust."

Battalion Commander Seiji Kato nearly fainted. In such a short time, more than half of the company had been wiped out.

"Captain, shall we pursue them?"

Major Kato shouted coldly:

Then came the crackling of gunfire; the defenders hadn't given up the fight for control of the city. Several hours passed, and the situation not only remained unclear but also brought a series of devastating developments.

Senior staff officer Major Sakamoto said with a gloomy face:

"Commander, something's not right! The Chinese seem to be fighting the Imperial Army in street battles."

Iizuka Kunigoro also noticed this, and pretended to be calm as he said:

"Urban warfare is still a completely new subject in the military field. Even the great powers are still fighting trench warfare. They can't compete with the training and organizational capabilities of the Chinese."

"Commander, you must not be careless. Zhao Yunwen's troops must be treated differently."

Kunigoro Iizuka nodded and said:

"Zhao Yunwen deserves our utmost respect. Send the Third Battalion as reinforcement, and let the Chinese see who truly represents the pinnacle of infantry!"

As more and more Japanese soldiers were deployed to street fighting, the battle for the city intensified, with small-scale skirmishes becoming the norm, rendering heavy weapons almost useless.

Inside the guerrilla detachment headquarters, Zhao Yunwen remained calm and composed, while Xie Polu spoke with deep concern:

"The defenses in the south and west of the city are under immense pressure. Should we send reinforcements?"

Zhao Yunwen waved his hand and said:

"No rush, it's only the first day. The isolated battalion and the second battalion are not as weak as you think."

"To fight street battles, you must be prepared to fight to the death! Brothers in the north, don't just stand around doing nothing, go provoke the Japanese and relieve some pressure on the west and south."

Xie Polu excitedly accepted the order and left. This was no different from reinforcements. There were only so many Japanese soldiers. By attracting a group to the north city, the other two directions would be much easier.

The commander, though sharp-tongued, was kind-hearted; Xie Polu still held special feelings for the isolated battalion.

Zhao Yunwen's smile gradually faded, and his gaze turned to Jinling City, hundreds of miles away. The street fighting in Kunshan City was just an appetizer.

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