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

The Japanese soldiers swarmed in like locusts. Company Commander Deng Ying, covered in wounds, roared in a hoarse voice:

"Brothers, fight the Japanese devils to the death! We'll hold the position as long as we live!"

"Tap tap tap..."

Automatic rifleman Zhong Yonghua unleashed a long burst of fire, taking down two Japanese soldiers—that was his response. The riflemen and submachine gunners around him opened fire on the Japanese, those at a distance using rifles, those close by using grenades, desperately holding them off.

"Boom boom boom!"

A volley of shells rained down, and Zhong Yonghua was hit in the eye by shrapnel, causing him to faint from the pain.

The medic rushed over to provide first aid, and the deputy squad leader, Zhang Qingchang, deftly picked up an automatic rifle and opened fire on the Japanese soldiers, emptying a magazine of 20 rounds in a short time.

He also came from the Training Corps. He was a squad leader before, but when he went to the guerrilla detachment for training, he became the acting deputy squad leader. Many of his contemporaries had already sacrificed their lives or were seriously injured. They all used their blood to gain experience in mountain warfare.

After showing off, Major Fukushima hid in the crowd. He wasn't stupid enough to be cannon fodder, but his cool look still attracted the guns of the "hunter".

Sniper Yang Yimin had been watching him for a long time but hadn't found an opportunity to fire. Based on his experience, he judged that this was a big fish.

Relying on their numerical superiority, the Japanese soldiers continued to push forward, ignoring the fall of their comrades. Major Fukushima, hiding in the crowd, kept urging his soldiers to charge, and those who dared to retreat were killed on sight.

Major Fukushima felt uneasy, as if a pair of eyes from hell were staring at him, and he instinctively hid himself even further.

Yang Yimin gently released the trigger, his hand muscles relaxed, his aura became restrained, and he blended into the battlefield, devoid of any murderous intent.

Bullets whizzed past, and artillery shells occasionally rang out around them. Soldiers from both sides were constantly being hit and falling, their blood staining the ground red.

All of this seemed to vanish from Yang Yimin's world, and he waited quietly...

Major Fukushima let out a long sigh of relief. The suffocating sense of oppression finally disappeared, the alarm was lifted, and a victorious smile appeared on his face... But the moment he leaned out to drive the soldiers away, his smile froze, and fear grew wildly in his eyes like weeds.

Death has come again!

A gunshot rang out, and Major Fukushima almost saw a deadly bullet pierce his head. In that instant, he saw his wife waving from under the cherry blossom tree.

"What a nice view!"

Blood blurred his vision; his wife had vanished into an endless black hole, and he wanted to grab her…

Why should I come to someone else's home?

He regretted it, but life was slipping away. He could never return to his hometown, never see his wife again, and never see the beautiful cherry blossom tree in front of his door again.

Major Fukushima fell; the bullet struck the conspicuous red dot on the sanitary napkin.

"Baka yarou! The captain's dead! There's a sharpshooter!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted, screamed, and fired in a panic. The death of Major Fukushima finally instilled fear in them; even the samurai code couldn't stop bullets. The fear of death robbed them of the courage to charge forward. The heavy smell of blood in the air shattered their last psychological defenses.

"Mom...I want to go home!"

A young private suddenly broke down, threw down his gun and ran away. Before coming to China, he was just a middle school student and a reserve member of the Jinze Brigade.

After the 7th Regiment was decimated by the 2nd Security Regiment in Luodian, the military headquarters urgently conscripted 5000 reservists and reserve personnel from the Jinze area and sent them to Shanghai. Private Kawashima was one of them.

On the day he boarded the ferry, he had just turned seventeen. Several classmates who had joined the holy war with him celebrated his birthday. Kawashima's wish was to conquer China!

"You idiot, coward!"

The squad leader brandished his saber and cleaved the screaming Private Kawashima in two. He never imagined that his holy war leap would end like this.

Yang Yimin pulled the trigger again, killing the squad leader. There was no one left to suppress the rout of the Japanese soldiers. Kawashima's friend turned and ran. It was too bloody. To advance was to die, and to retreat was to die as well.

The defeat spread like dominoes, one to ten, ten to a hundred, until all the Japanese soldiers were affected, and the situation spiraled out of control.

The soldiers of the isolated battalion did not let them off easily. They fired both light and heavy fire at the backs of the fleeing soldiers, accelerating the collapse of the Jinze Regiment and leaving some unfortunate men behind.

The defeat of the Jinze United team was extremely embarrassing. The team captain felt utterly humiliated and angrily cursed:

"Baka yarou, the shame of the Imperial Army, the shame of the Empire!"

"When has the Kanazawa United ever produced such a bunch of useless trash!"

"They're not fit to be samurai, kill them!"

The senior staff officer stammered:

"Commander, if we kill any more, there won't be any left!"

"Baka yarou!"

Colonel Suzuki screamed in frustration, swallowing his anger.

The senior staff officer was right. The Jinze Brigade had already lost enough men in Tiger Cave. If they continued killing, he would become all alone.

At the second peak, Zhao Yunwen breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was used to seeing big scenes, his heart was in his throat. The battle scene was breathtaking. He still lacked a heart that regarded life as worthless.

The general was not a heartless man.

"Commander, the Japanese devils have finally been driven back! The isolated battalion did it!"

Xie Polu excitedly pumped his fist, and Zhao Yunwen's face also showed a long-lost smile as he praised:

"The isolated battalion is truly a tiger's might!"

Lupin also came over excitedly to report:

"The enemy on the southern front also voluntarily abandoned their attack, leaving behind a field of corpses, and slunk away."

Zhao Yunwen looked up at the sky, his smile fading, and said:

"It's getting dark soon, and the Japanese shouldn't launch another attack. Notify the Third Regiment to send people to take over the Tiger Cave position, and all personnel of the Training Corps should be withdrawn and returned to their posts. They need some time to adapt."

If I'm not mistaken, if the Japanese fail to capture the second peak, they will risk attacking the first peak directly.

Starting tomorrow, we will feign weakness and abandon the Tiger Cave position after holding it for one more day, retreating entirely to the second peak to lure the main Japanese force into the saddle area, thus exhausting as many Japanese troops as possible.

The main force of the 3rd Regiment will remain hidden, waiting for the Japanese to reach the first peak before launching a flanking attack on the 9th Division's weak point to support the Training Corps.

As Zhao Yunwen issued his orders, the guerrilla detachment took the lead in making adjustments, and Zhao Yunwen was already planning the subsequent street fighting.

Just as Zhao Yunwen had predicted, the Japanese were licking their wounds and did not launch a new attack before nightfall.

Under the cover of night, the First Battalion of the Third Regiment and the Lone Army Battalion completed the handover of the position. Shangguan Zhibiao led three hundred brave men covered in gunpowder smoke, carrying the seriously wounded comrades, and retreated with their heads held high. 327 brothers were left forever on the blood-soaked battlefield.

Qin Feng, leading over 600 soldiers, took control of the position. Watching the isolated battalion disappear into the night, he coldly shouted:

"salute!"

Six hundred soldiers raised their hands in unison. Next, it was their turn. As long as they were there, the position would remain!

As night deepened and a cold wind blew, after the ceremony, Qin Feng raised his voice and shouted:

"Brothers, get the hell out of here! Get the fortifications back in place before dawn!"

At 8 p.m., in the First Peak Command Post, by the dim light of a kerosene lamp, Gui Yongqing frowned, his gaze constantly lingering on the Nanjing defense map, the battle situation causing him great anxiety.

Chief of Staff Qiu, nicknamed "Crazy Qiu," entered with a heavily wounded officer and reported softly:

"Commander, the brothers who went to the guerrilla detachment have returned."

Gui Yongqing slowly looked up from the map, his expression regaining its usual dignified air.

Captain Tang Peijian gave Gui Yongqing a standard military salute, and after returning the salute, the latter said:

"How many of you came back?"

"158! Including the wounded brothers."

Two hundred key personnel went to the guerrilla detachment for practical training, but only 158 wounded soldiers returned, and 42 were killed in action, demonstrating the ferocity of the battle.

"That damn Zhao Yunwen, he really doesn't hold back when ordering around his own men!"

Gui Yongqing cursed under his breath, his body aching. These were the backbone he had picked from the thousands of veterans he had returned from Shanghai. He had lost 42 men in two days. No wonder Brother Yunwen had stopped calling him.

Qiu Fengzi pretended not to hear. It was none of his business to interfere in matters between the senior students. Tang Peijian, the junior student, was even temporarily deaf.

"You've worked hard. Tell me about your experience with the guerrilla detachment!"

After a night of peace, as the sun rose again in the east, the whistling of artillery shells shattered the tranquility of the position.

Qin Feng's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"Damn it, it's a poison gas bomb!"