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

In the northern part of the city, Iizuka Kunigoro had staked everything, but the situation remained unchanged. Gunfire continued throughout the streets, with both Japanese and Chinese weapons locked in a fierce battle. Even Zhao Yunwen, who had access to the minimap, couldn't discern the outcome.

Heavy firepower has become ineffective; it's all about squad-level or even individual combat—it's either you die or I live.

Not to mention the regimental commander, even the platoon leader couldn't find his soldiers; both sides' command systems were paralyzed.

Time was slowly passing by, and Iizuka Kunigoro was getting restless. He fixed his gaze on the large detachments guarding the flanks, which were the Japanese's last bargaining chip.

"Tsuda-kun, send four more squadrons as reinforcements. Both sides are at their limits; it's a battle of who's more willing to go all out!"

Iizuka Kunigoro resembled a gambler who had lost his mind, wanting to bet his last penny before the cards were dealt. Colonel Tsuda quickly tried to dissuade him:

"Iizuka-kun, there are still quite a few remnants of the Chinese army in the southern and western castles. Leaving only four understrength companies is too risky!"

"Tsuda-kun, the remnants of the Chinese army are nothing to worry about. We have no way out now. The only way to win this battle is to defeat the enemy in the north of the city and break through the Chinese command post on Ma'anshan. Since we've taken the gamble, let's bet everything and not hesitate."

Colonel Tsuda sighed and agreed to Colonel Iizuka's plan, but reduced the number of companies from four to three.

Iizuka Kunigoro didn't insist any further; having three squadrons was better than having none.

At 4:15 p.m., the Japanese reinforced their troops with three more infantry companies, totaling more than 400 men, which briefly enlivened the somewhat quiet battlefield, but the effect did not last long.

It's like throwing a few stones into a calm lake, creating ripples that soon disappear without a trace.

Iizuka Kunigoro overestimated the more than four hundred Japanese soldiers. Even if he sent in the other five companies, it wouldn't change the stalemate.

Zhao Yunwen still had some leverage. With less than an hour left before the general offensive, seeing that the Japanese were reinforcing their troops, he simply ordered Yao Zhiqing to lead the entire training team up, totaling more than 700 men.

Yao Zhiqing had been itching to fight for a long time, and his brothers all volunteered, but he forcibly suppressed them.

Upon receiving the order from headquarters, Yao Zhiqing excitedly pumped his fist:

"Brothers, we can finally eat meat at our Baoshan Camp! Follow me to kill the Japanese devils!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the sky. For no reason, Iizuka Kunigoro felt a chill in his heart; this was not a good omen.

Colonel Tsuda frowned and said in a deep voice:

"The Chinese seem to still have energy to spare."

"This is definitely the last reserve team for taking down people!"

Iizuka Kunigoro's tone was firm and left no room for doubt; he was not only refuting Tsuda, but also convincing himself.

Colonel Tsuda swallowed back the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of his tongue. Now the two of them were in the same boat and couldn't hurt each other anymore.

The two old Japanese soldiers fell silent, as dejected as the setting sun.

The clock struck seven; the sun was setting, and its afterglow dyed the earth blood red.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk!"

After making a nonsensical boast, Zhao Yunwen said calmly:

Major General Sato was thrown around in a daze, and with a great effort, he pushed the chief of staff away, only to find that the position had become a sea of ​​fire.

Shells rained down relentlessly, wave after wave, scattering the Japanese soldiers in all directions, leaving the ground littered with mangled corpses.

"Baka yarou, enemy attack!"

The chief of staff rushed over to help Major General Sato up, and said with a mournful face:

"General, we've fallen for Zhao Yunwen's trick!"

"You idiot! Didn't you say he was a useless piece of trash from Whampoa Military Academy? Does he think he can conjure soldiers from beans?!"

Bugle calls, battle cries, and gunfire came from all directions, as if there were 100,000 troops lying in ambush!

The chief of staff was the first to react and shouted:

"General, we must quickly rejoin the main force in the city and break through together!"

Major General Sato raised his hand and slapped him twice, angrily cursing:

"You idiot! Going into the city now is suicide!"

"The Chinese's target is the warriors in the city—to break through to the west!"

Kenzo Sato was a general, and his life was very precious. At his level, the code of Bushido no longer applied.

Survival is the top priority. As for the 101st and 149th regiments, good luck to them!

Outside the headquarters of the 101st Brigade, thousands of soldiers from the 1st and 3rd Regiments were advancing in an overwhelming wave.

The infantry battalion that Sato had deployed for perimeter defense was decimated by artillery fire, most of its fortifications were destroyed, and it suffered heavy casualties. In just one encounter, a regiment of soldiers broke into its position.

The two sides immediately engaged in a melee. The Japanese troops were demoralized and their strength was less than one-tenth of that of the First and Third Regiments. They were quickly overwhelmed, leaving only more than two hundred men to resist stubbornly in the core position.

Zhang Yi did not engage them in prolonged combat, leaving the Third Battalion and the Artillery Battalion to surround the Japanese while the main force continued to advance deeper into the enemy territory.

The Third Regiment also surrounded a group of over a hundred Japanese soldiers, while the main force continued to tighten the encirclement. Their target was the headquarters of the 101st Brigade, where there were big fish.

The brigade headquarters consisted mostly of non-combat personnel, with the remainder being supply trains and a large number of wounded soldiers. These people were no match for the ferocious field troops.

The offensive of the First and Third Regiments was extremely fierce and unstoppable. In less than half an hour, they broke through the Japanese defenses and stormed the brigade headquarters, after which they began a massacre.

Zhao Yunwen had already warned that the guerrilla detachment had no food to feed the prisoners, including wounded Japanese soldiers.

Only dead Japanese devils are good Japanese devils!

In the northern part of the city, at the Japanese joint command post, the changes outside the city had already affected this place. Iizuka Kunigoro and Colonel Tsuda were both panicked, and Iizuka Kunigoro was completely at a loss.

Colonel Tsuda remained relatively calm and forced himself to speak composedly:

"Iizuka-kun, it's now certain that the Phantom Troupe headquarters has been attacked, and we can no longer contact them by radio."

The most urgent task is to evacuate the warriors and then go to reinforce Your Excellency the General.

Colonel Iizuka, as if grasping at a straw, nodded repeatedly and said:

"Yes, yes...yes! Sound the bugle immediately—retreat!"

The Japanese army was known for its strict discipline, and when they heard the order to retreat, they ran away without a second thought.

The garrison inside the northern city spontaneously pursued the enemy, and then the bugle call of the guerrilla detachment sounded. Hundreds and thousands of soldiers chased after the Japanese, and soon the Japanese suffered a great defeat, collapsing like a house of cards.

"Only now are you thinking of running away? Did you even ask for my permission?"

Zhao Yunwen snorted coldly, then shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Fire the signal flares, sound the bugle call—a full-scale counterattack!"

"Everyone fix bayonets and kill the Japanese devils!"