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

"You're Commander Zhao Yunwen? Please check this batch of supplies and sign off on it so I can report back."

The logistics lieutenant colonel in charge of escorting the supplies impatiently tossed a list to Zhao Yunwen.

Although the visitor was only a lieutenant colonel, the officer in charge of supplies was several ranks higher than him, not to mention that he was from the army group headquarters, so the security regiment commander was no match for him.

Song Keqin didn't know what had gotten into his superiors, that they would actually send him to deliver supplies to a security regiment. It was embarrassing to even talk about it.

Zhao Yunwen merely glanced at the list casually, then handed it to Lu Ping, saying indifferently:

"Go and take inventory of the supplies. Don't keep Director Song waiting too long."

Song Keqin didn't expect Zhao Yunwen to go and take inventory of the supplies. He really comes from a small town and doesn't know the rules.

There's never enough supplies; normally, 20% is deducted.

This time, he took it upon himself to deduct 30%, and the extra 10% was his.

How dare a mere security chief act so recklessly?

Thinking of this, Song Keqin said in a sarcastic tone:

"You'd better make sure you count carefully, and hurry up, I'm in a rush."

Having served in the military for a long time, Zhao Yunwen was familiar with some unwritten rules, and he wouldn't take them too seriously, provided that the other party also followed the rules.

Lu Ping returned quickly and whispered a few words to Zhao Yunwen. Song Keqin didn't seem to care and remained nonchalant.

A strange smile appeared on Zhao Yunwen's face as he coldly said:

"Director Song, there seems to be a discrepancy in the quantity of these supplies. Should we take them back and recount them?"

Song Keqin hadn't expected Zhao Yunwen to dare to challenge him so seriously. He was really defying the heavens; he didn't know where Zhao Yunwen got the courage, but he immediately put on a stern face and said:

"Commander Zhao is joking. I checked the supplies several times before they were released from the warehouse, so there's no mistake."

Could it be that Commander Zhao doesn't know the rules?

Zhao Yunwen wasn't short of supplies, but the other party was showing him and his security team too little respect, so he was also angry.

Seeing that the other party was pretending to be ignorant, he pointed it out to him:

"Of course I know the rules, but I'm afraid some people will break them first. There's still a 10% chance of something going wrong."

If Director Song is short of money, he can just tell me, and I have some extra money to offer as a token of my appreciation.

"The supplies are insufficient. These are for the brothers to fight the Japanese. We need as much as we can, otherwise I won't sign this document."

Zhao Yunwen is so clueless, Song Keqin said with a dark face:

"Sign it or not, you really think you're someone important."

I've delivered the supplies. If Commander Zhao doesn't sign off, I'll have to take them back the way I came. Don't blame me for being ruthless then.

Song Keqin was confident that he had Zhao Yunwen under his thumb. What connections could a mere security regiment commander possibly have in the military?

If he really angers him and takes the supplies back, they'll divide them up among themselves, and Zhao Yunwen will have no choice but to suffer in silence.

Seeing that the other party was resorting to shamelessness, Zhao Yunwen snorted coldly:

"Director Song, the supplies have already been sent to the front lines, and it's impossible to bring them back for you."

I'll sign for it when you make up the missing ten percent.

Seeing that Zhao Yunwen was a hothead who showed him no respect, Song Keqin became enraged and blurted out a string of curses:

"Zhao Yunwen, don't push your luck. Don't you even bother to find out who I am?"

"Hurry up and sign this, or I'll sue you for looting supplies, and you'll be in big trouble."

Instead of getting angry, Zhao Yunwen laughed and slapped Song Keqin across the face with a hidden force, causing it to swell up instantly.

"You dare hit me—you're asking for it… Do you even know who my uncle is?"

Zhao Yunwen slapped him again, this time on the other side of his face, making it exactly two steamed buns, that's it.

"Song Keqin, I don't care who your uncle is. Is he more powerful than my school principal?"

"You dare to curse me and call me 'father'? Even your uncle doesn't have that right!"

"You have one day to deliver the embezzled supplies to the army, or I'll kill you."

Zhao Yunwen is a spoiled brat, and when he gets arrogant, he can cause a huge uproar. Song Keqin is no match for him.

Song Keqin had never suffered such humiliation in his life. He mumbled curses at Zhao Yunwen, which resulted in several more slaps, turning his face into a pig's head and knocking out all his teeth.

"roll!"

"Don't give me the chance to kill you."

Song Keqin scrambled away, cursing as he ran:

"He's insane... he's really insane, how dare he hit me!"

"You surnamed Zhao, I'm not finished with you!"

After Song Keqin left, Lu Ping leaned closer and said:

"Commander, this kid has some connections in the army. Should I take some men and take care of him so he won't gossip when we get back?"

"It's alright, let him be! We're Commander Chen's men now, what are we afraid of?"

Zhao Yunwen once again used his connections to his advantage. He was now a member of the Civil Engineering Department, commanding three thousand elite troops, and he knew when to be arrogant.

Lu Pingchong and Zhao Yunwen gave a thumbs up, saying that one should be more assertive towards a snobbish person like Song Keqin.

Zhao Yunwen was not acting impulsively, but rather using this as an excuse to prevent any Tom, Dick, or Harry from daring to mess with him.

The headquarters building was filled with the incessant sounds of gunfire.

The main force of the 88th Division had been besieging the headquarters building for several days, suffering more than a thousand casualties, including two battalion commanders, five company commanders, and more than ten platoon leaders.

The amount of ammunition and supplies consumed was countless, and the effect was very obvious. The Japanese suffered more than 300 casualties and lost more than half of their heavy weapons.

The main building was completely destroyed by the bomb, and the Japanese had lost their ability to suppress enemy fire from a distance. The 88th Division assault team could easily reach the front line, and the Japanese defense line was on the verge of collapse.

The main attacking force executed Zhao Yunwen's tactics very well, gradually wearing down the heavy firepower and manpower inside the building.

There are now fewer than 900 Japanese soldiers in the building who are capable of fighting, and many of them are wounded.

A massive fleet carrying tens of thousands of army soldiers is slowly approaching from the open sea, leaving the 88th Division with little time.

To avoid being caught in a two-front war, Zhang Wenbai gave the 88th Division a death order: they must break through the headquarters building within three days, or all their previous efforts would be in vain.

Sun Yuanlang decided to launch a general offensive, with the 262nd Brigade in charge and the 264th Brigade launching a feint attack from the flank to tie down the Japanese firepower.

The general offensive was scheduled for midnight on August 22nd, and the Ninth Army reinforced the 88th Division with all its direct-fire artillery.

To force open the gate, Sun Yuanlang used a ton of explosives, making a ruthless decision—it was all or nothing.

Major General Ōkawa felt immense pressure and said to Lieutenant Colonel Asada:

"Asada-kun, how long until the reinforcements land?"

Asada said excitedly:

"Commander, at most twenty-four hours!"

Major General Okawa's expression softened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Yoshi, the reinforcements have finally arrived. This can't be kept from the Chinese."

Tonight, they will definitely launch their fiercest attack; success or failure hinges on this!

"Tell you all, the time has come to serve His Majesty the Heavenly Locust!"

Asada bowed deeply.

"Hey, the warriors will definitely not let you down!"

At the 88th Division's departure position, hundreds of assault team members had already assembled. They would use their own blood to open the path to victory.

Regiment Commander Han Xianyuan of the 524th Regiment raised his arm and called out:

"Brothers, are you all ready?"

"Let's face this national crisis together!!"

"Alright, then let's kill the Japanese devils together—charge!"