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

In Xiaguan, the number of refugees stranded around the riverbank dwindled. Japanese warships blockaded the river, completely cutting off the refugees' escape routes to the west and north. Nanjing was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Japanese soldiers and became a dead city.

Panic was spreading; the Japanese were burning, killing, and looting in the city; the ancient city was weeping; and the international safety zone established by the Germans was overcrowded.

Zhao Yunwen stubbornly continued to organize his troops, throwing groups of defeated soldiers into the meat grinder of street fighting. He couldn't even remember how many battalions he had thrown in, only that there weren't many defeated soldiers left for him to wreak havoc on.

As he wished, the entire city was thrown into chaos, with gunfire as chaotic as firecrackers during the Spring Festival. There were Japanese soldiers massacring civilians, and also battles between the two sides.

Although Zhao Yunwen has the cheat tool of a minimap, its effectiveness in chaotic battles is limited. While he can see the entire battlefield, he cannot command his troops.

Those hastily organized battalions didn't even have unit numbers; they were like pebbles thrown into a rolling river, leaving no trace.

As the last batch of defeated soldiers were thrown onto the battlefield, Zhao Yunwen felt an emptiness in his heart. He felt like a cold-blooded executioner, sending countless people into the hell of death. Only then did he truly admire Zhukov's great heart.

In the Battle of Tsaritsyn, he threw hastily assembled troops into the meat grinder. A total of three million men were involved, and many of them went to the battlefield with only five bullets and no guns.

It will be a success!

He didn't know how future generations would judge him, but one thing was certain: those defeated soldiers he had forcibly stuffed into the meat grinder would curse him without reservation, and their insults would be quite harsh.

Xie Polu walked over, his face weary, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger, sorrow, and helplessness. He asked in a deep voice:

"More and more Japanese soldiers are flooding into the city. They are raping, looting, and indiscriminately slaughtering innocent civilians. They are a bunch of beasts! What should we do next?"

Zhao Yunwen's eyes were also filled with sorrow. He was not a heartless person, especially since he knew what kind of suffering this city would endure in the coming weeks.

All he could do was fight, fight, fight!

Make the Japanese devils pay the price!

"Kill the Japanese devils!"

Zhao Yunwen's answer was simple and direct: he came to Nanjing to kill the Japanese devils. Although he couldn't prevent the tragedy from happening, he could fight in his own way. Revenge would not be delayed; he wanted the Japanese devils to pay the price in the city!

"Commander, the Japanese vanguard is almost at Xiaguan. Should we send the 1st and 7th Regiments to intercept them?"

"Why stop them? Let them in. The West City and the North City can also be used as battlefields."

All combat supplies were distributed. From now on, the guerrilla column had no headquarters or supply trains; everyone was a combatant.

The headquarters will retain only the communications company, guarded by the special operations battalion, clearing the main road. The 7th and 1st Regiments will operate in the left and right wings respectively. Let's all prepare for battle!

Xie Polu didn't ask when they would break out. He simply turned around and silently relayed the military order. The sorrow in Zhao Yunwen's eyes had vanished, replaced by a burning desire to fight. From this moment on, he was also a combatant.

In an unnamed alley, seven or eight Japanese soldiers were committing a rape in a large house, and the woman's screams could be heard from a great distance.

Yang Guai led a dozen or so men to the scene, drawn by the sound of weeping. He had a particular sensitivity to women.

Qiao Chujian's parents had hidden her very well, but she was still forced out by the Japanese soldiers. She couldn't bear to see her seven-year-old brother being killed.

Sergeant Noguchi, who came from a mining family, had never seen such a beautiful and charming woman before, and he pounced on her with drool in his eyes.

Qiao Chujian's father mustered his courage and went to stop him, but a Japanese soldier standing in line nearby thrust his rifle straight at him, the gleaming bayonet piercing through the old man's body.

On his deathbed, he regretted not leaving the city earlier. The Qiao family was wealthy and influential, but he did not believe that the Japanese would massacre the city.

In his view, the Japanese would always need someone to govern Nanjing after they occupied it. He had passed the imperial examination and was quite wealthy.

He had spent half his life savings trying to win over Sergeant Noguchi, but the latter still went after his daughter, breaking his promise.

The killing spurred the Japanese soldier, who then pointed his bayonet at the seven-year-old child curled up in a ball. Just as the bayonet was about to pierce the child's body, a gunshot rang out, the Japanese soldier fell, and Yang Guai arrived just in time.

The others opened fire, killing the unsuspecting Japanese soldiers in a hail of bullets.

Sergeant Noguchi was tearing off Qiao Chujian's clothes; his pants were already down to his knees. Hearing the gunshot, he hurriedly turned around, and Yang Guai raised his gun and shot him dead.

Qiao Chujian was rescued, but she felt ashamed to face anyone. Her family had been slaughtered by the Japanese soldiers, and she was filled with despair. She picked up a Japanese soldier's dropped sword and was about to commit suicide when Yang Guai stopped her and coldly shouted:

"I didn't rescue you so you could take your own life. If you're not afraid of dying, why are you afraid of living?"

Yang Guai's words were like a revelation to Qiao Chujian. She stared intently at Yang Guai and said:

"Brother, give me a gun. I want to avenge my parents and brother. I want to kill the Japanese devils."

"Come on, what are you, a little girl, doing killing Japanese soldiers? Do you even know how to shoot?"

"Big brother, don't look down on me. I fired a gun when I was a Boy Scout at school. You take me to fight the Japanese devils, and I'll marry you after we get revenge."

Yang Guai's brain was completely shut down. He had thought of 100 ways to get a wife, but he never expected to be chosen by a student. Going back several generations in the Shi family, Yang Guai was the one who knew the most characters, and he had only learned them after becoming a platoon leader and forcing himself to learn.

When Qiao Chu saw Yang Guai remain silent, her expression changed drastically, and tears streamed down her face like pear blossoms in the rain.

"You think I'm dirty... Thank goodness my older brother came, he didn't succeed..."

This guy naturally knew that although the girl's clothes had been torn by the Japanese soldiers, her pants were still intact.

"Girl, you've misunderstood. I still have to fight. If I dared to marry while fighting, the commander would have to castrate me."

Qiao Chujian blushed and said:

"I don't care, it was my older brother who saved me. I have no family left, so I'll stay with him."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, their eyes filled with envy as they looked at Yang Guai. The platoon leader was incredibly lucky; he even managed to find a wife while fighting, and she was a student in the bud.

Yang Guai blushed and coldly shouted:

"Get lost, have you got nothing better to do? Keep an eye on the Japanese!"

After Yang Guai finished speaking, he turned to Qiao Chujian, his tone noticeably gentler:

"You should pick up a gun and follow us; there are Japanese devils everywhere."

Qiao Chujian nodded heavily, bent down to pick up a Type 38 rifle, then shyly straightened her cotton-padded coat and knelt before her parents:

"Mom and Dad, your unfilial son will leave this house as your final resting place!"

"If I survive fighting the Japanese with my older brother, I will definitely come back to see you."

After Qiao Chu finished bowing, he said to Yang Guai:

"Brother, you should also kowtow to Mom and Dad. That will count as us having paid our respects to our parents and the heavens."

Qiao Chujian's tone left no room for refusal, and Yang Guai hesitated only for a moment before bowing deeply in reverence.

"Father, Mother, brothers, I, Yang Guai, will avenge you! Rest in peace!"

"Big brother, my name is Qiao Chujian."

"I will take good care of Chu Jian."

Qiao Chujian and Yang Guai kowtowed three times to their parents at the same time, and then said:

"Brother Yangguai, from now on I'm your woman. Let's fight the Japanese together and avenge our parents and brother!"

Yang Guai nodded emphatically, and the two of them immediately got up. Yang Guai then taught Qiao Chujian how to use a gun before they left the house together.

During this extraordinary time, they are not yet able to bury their family members, so they can only let them rest in peace in their own homes.

Gunshots rang out outside the courtyard like popping beans, and Yang Guai shouted coldly:

"The Japanese are coming! Let's retreat!"