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

Kota Ando narrowly escaped death, but several of his friends had fallen on the battlefield, and their bodies could not be recovered.

He couldn't understand it. They were so close to reaching the capital of the Chinese people, and the holy war seemed to be on the verge of victory, yet in this inconspicuous river valley plain, the 20th Regiment paid the heaviest price since the landing.

Although everyone was given an extra rice ball, no one was in a good mood. Ando Kota silently gnawed on his rice ball, unable to taste anything, as if chewing wax.

The captain, who had appeared out of nowhere, saw their disheveled and bedraggled appearance and, burning with rage, roared:

"You bastards! True warriors cannot be defeated. Look at the pathetic state you are in now. Even His Majesty the Emperor would shake his head in disapproval."

A sergeant, as if greatly insulted, jumped to his feet and shouted:

"Captain, I'd rather die in battle than be called a coward. Please lead us to continue the fight!"

The other Japanese soldiers also stood up and bowed deeply to Major Nomura:

"Please, lead us into battle!"

Captain Ando's eyes were numb. He had been fighting all day and all he wanted was to rest, but these bastards insisted on continuing the fight, so he had no choice but to follow along.

Seeing that morale was high, Major Nomura gave the order to attack; the Japanese were going to fight at night.

Flares were fired into the sky, illuminating the position as if it were daytime, and the two sides resumed their fierce battle.

The soldiers of the Second Regiment unleashed their full firepower, sweeping down rows of Japanese soldiers. Corpses were piled up on the ground, and blood flowed into thin streams.

Sniper He Xiwang had already killed 17 Japanese soldiers. His rifle butt was covered with fine lines of varying lengths, densely packed, each line representing the life of a Japanese soldier.

Night combat is a great test of a soldier's shooting skills. He had received special training in the security regiment and had gained some experience in actual combat, even achieving a higher hit rate than during the day.

The machine gun on the other side was firing, and the flashes of fire made their position completely exposed to He Xiwang.

Based on his experience, he estimated the distance to be at least 500 meters, which explains his recklessness.

He Xiwang had never hit a target this far at night, but he wanted to challenge himself.

He first increased the scale to "6", calculated the wind speed, and then aimed the gun into the darkness, patiently waiting for the flash to reappear.

The Japanese didn't make him wait long. Soon after, the target spewed fire again, and He Xiwang decisively opened fire, the bullet accurately hitting the machine gunner 536 meters away.

He Xiwang felt he had achieved something, but he couldn't confirm the result, so the Japanese machine gunners weren't even qualified to use his gun butts.

He didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to send the Japanese soldiers back to their hometowns one by one. Then he turned his gun on another target, who was probably a rifleman.

Hitting a rifleman 100 meters away in night combat is very difficult. Although the fighting was intense, the casualties were not high.

He Xiwang had his eye on Captain Ando, ​​who was very slippery and was just taking it easy, firing only two shots in total.

He wouldn't normally have caught He Xiwang's eye, but He Xiwang naturally wanted to avenge his comrade simply because he had hit one of the brothers in the Second Battalion.

Ando, ​​this veteran, was very cunning. After succeeding, he disappeared into the shadows, and neither Tsuyoshi nor Yoshio could pinpoint his exact location.

Gunfire and flashes of light were all around, and flares lit up the night sky from time to time. Ando lay there quietly.

He Xiwang tested his patience with the Japanese soldiers. Having hunted with his father since childhood, he could lie in the mountains for days on end and had never lost to a wild animal.

Time passed slowly. Ando lay quietly in the shell crater. The oppressive feeling in his heart gradually dissipated. The alarm was lifted, and he realized that he might have been overthinking things. In the dark, who would be so bored as to stare at a rifleman?

Ando was about to make his move again, this time targeting a Browning automatic rifleman. He had been watching him for at least half an hour and had a complete grasp of the man's position.

Zhang Dasuo never expected to be targeted by a venomous snake. As the firepower of the entire class, he continuously suppressed the Japanese soldiers and hit at least two targets.

He had just changed firing positions and, using the light from the flares, fired two more bursts at the location of the Japanese machine gun.

A flash of light appeared in the darkness, and he instinctively fell into the trench, but the bullet still hit his shoulder, making him wince in pain. Fortunately, it didn't hit any vital organs.

A smug smile appeared on Captain Ando's face, then abruptly stopped. In his dying moments, he saw a small flame that chilled him to the bone.

He regretted making the move; there really were people so bored as to target a rifleman like him.

After hitting the target, He Xiwang ducked into the trench, took out a knife, and carved a thin line on the butt of his rifle. The Japanese soldier he had just killed was qualified.

Sniper Zhao Mancang also reaped great rewards. As Zhao Yunwen's distant cousin, he should have been promoted to platoon leader long ago, based on his merits accumulated since the start of the Battle of Shanghai.

As the best sniper in the entire battalion and even the entire regiment, his sniping record at the regimental headquarters was 132 people, which was before the Jurong blocking battle, and has now soared to 157 people!

He directly refused the Second Battalion Commander's kind offer to promote him to platoon leader. In the end, Zhao Yunwen made the final decision to transfer him to the training team as an instructor, and his rank was also promoted to second lieutenant.

In order to gain practical experience, he volunteered to join the Second Regiment in combat and achieved 25 victories in just one day.

He was like a ghost in the night, constantly moving through the trenches, and every move he made was a success.

Before he knew it, dawn was breaking. Just as Zhao Mancang was killing his 158th target, a bullet struck the edge of his helmet.

Due to the angle deviation, the bullet did not penetrate the helmet, but merely knocked it away.

Zhao Mancang broke out in a cold sweat; he had just narrowly escaped death.

He leaned against the trench, panting heavily. He had never been so close to death. Perhaps the past few months had been too smooth, making him seem to have forgotten the ancient saying that there is always someone stronger than the strongest.

Captain Hideo Nakamura also underestimated his opponent. He was too focused on perfection and insisted on blowing Zhao Mancang's head off. As a result, he was knocked away but did not notice.

As an instructor at a domestic sniper school, he had many impressive achievements. He studied at the Munich Sniper School for three years and ranked second in the international class graduation exam. The first place winner was Chinese, but unfortunately, they never met again on the battlefield.

He no longer cared about Zhao Mancang's matter, but instead set his sights on He Xiwang, and killed an officer right under his nose, who seemed to be a colleague.

Hideo Nakamura's lips curled up; only an opponent like this could excite him.

Zhao Mancang has recovered. He is not one to suffer a loss. Since his ancestors have blessed him, he will get his revenge and kill the other party.

All three were very cautious. Zhao Mancang and Nakamura Hideo were very purposeful, while He Xiwang was performing normally and was completely unaware that he was being watched.

After a fierce battle that lasted most of the night, the eyes of both sides were bloodshot and they were exhausted.

The Japanese showed no sign of retreating, so the Second Battalion had no choice but to continue fighting in the morning mist.

After daybreak, the Japanese artillery also joined the battle, completely disregarding the risk of accidentally injuring their own men.

The artillery of the Second Regiment was not to be outdone, firing a round at the Japanese from time to time to keep the Japanese artillery group from getting too arrogant.

Zhao Yunwen stayed up all night, constantly monitoring the battle situation, as the Jurong blocking battle entered its second day.

He soon discovered the Japanese soldiers' little trick. About a battalion of Japanese soldiers was playing the flank maneuver again, this time choosing the most dangerous northern route.

Zhao Yunwen snorted coldly and said to Xie Polu:

"Give a generator to the Japanese devils, let them in, and I'll cut off their outstretched claws!"