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

Inside Tiger Crouching Valley, over a thousand Japanese soldiers marched in in four columns, led by a reconnaissance squad, followed by three Type 95 light tanks, and then more than twenty transport vehicles. The first few vehicles were filled with Japanese soldiers, each with a Type 92 heavy machine gun mounted on top of the driver's cab. Finally, there were over a thousand infantrymen, divided into several echelons at the company level.

Tiger Crouching Valley is a long and narrow valley running north-south, about 1200 meters long. The widest part of the valley floor is less than 100 meters, and the narrowest part in the middle is only about 50 meters. The east and west sides are low hills with many rocks, miscellaneous trees, shrubs and ditches. The slope is moderate, which is convenient for infantry to hide and charge.

At the bottom of the valley was a simple dirt road, an official road in the mountains of southern Shandong. It was winding and twisting, with scattered low trees and earthen slopes along the roadside. There were no streams in the valley, and the ground was mostly gravel, so tanks and trucks bumped along and moved slowly. The view outside the valley was wide open, but the view inside the valley was limited. The high ground on both sides could completely overlook the bottom of the valley. This was a natural ambush position carefully selected by Wang Guohua, the commander of the Sixth Regiment.

At Wang Guohua's suggestion, Qiu Fengzi deployed a regiment on each of the east and west hills. The Sixth Regiment sent a battalion to trap at the north entrance, while the Fourth Regiment sent an infantry company and an artillery company to block the south exit to prevent any escapees. The other two companies were reserved as reserves.

The brigade command post was located on Hill 1 on the east side, and the artillery groups of the two regiments used it on Hill 2 on the west side, 800 meters away.

In order not to reveal their strength, they only used mortars and Type 92 infantry guns, and arranged eight rocket launcher teams to attack the tanks.

Wang Guohua, the commander at the front, acted like a seasoned hunter, waiting until all the Japanese soldiers were inside the ambush before giving the order:

"Chief of staff, signal the rocket launcher unit to take out the Iron Turtle first and block the road."

The artillery had already given prior notice, and upon hearing any noise, they opened fire, scattering the Japanese troops' formation before the infantry could finally unleash their full force. The organization was meticulous, and the division of labor was clear.

The search team had just passed the ambush point of the rocket launcher squad on the west side, and three armored vehicles were wobbling towards them. Squad leader Captain Sun Feng was anxiously waiting for the attack signal.

The eight rocket launcher teams lined up in a row, each aiming at its target, waiting for Sun Feng's order.

Three red signal flares soared into the sky, and the crisp sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the valley. The captain, riding a tall horse, broke out in a cold sweat, and three words instantly flashed through his mind—an ambush.

At the same time, Sun Feng had already given the order to fire. Eight rockets rushed toward the three tanks almost simultaneously, and explosions rang out one after another in a flash.

"Enemy attack!"

Major Yamamoto screamed in terror, but it was too late. All three tanks were destroyed, some even engulfed in flames.

Even bigger "surprises" were yet to come. The artillery on Hill 2 unleashed their fury, dividing into several echelons and attacking the front, middle, and rear of the enemy formation almost simultaneously, scattering the Japanese soldiers to pieces.

A barrage of shells rained down, destroying trucks, tearing infantry apart, and causing mules and horses to bolt in panic, hastening the chaos in the army.

Major Yamamoto fell off his warhorse, his face bruised and swollen, his eyes filled with panic.

Since entering North China, the 10th Division has been advancing smoothly, especially after breaking through the natural barrier of the Yellow River, where it has been invincible and moved with the ease of marching.

Han Fuju's Third Army Group was routed without even seeing their shadows, and occupied most of Shandong without bloodshed. This gave the Japanese a false sense of security, making them arrogant beyond measure.

Battalion Commander Yamamoto drove straight into Feixian County, thinking it would be another easy "trip," but he was ambushed in the mountains, and the intensity of the firepower exceeded Major Yamamoto's expectations.

With their lives hanging by a thread, Major Yamamoto began to save himself, desperately gathering over a hundred men to break through to the eastern mountain ridge.

Major Yamamoto was indeed an excellent commander. He guessed from his intuition that Hill 1 was the key to breaking the deadlock. There was no point in even thinking about breaking through on the flanks. The long snake formation, stretching for hundreds of meters, would only cause them to get stuck together and trample each other if they turned around. Even if they managed to break through, there would be very few people left.

The only way out is from the east and west sides. The army only needs to turn around, and the column can become a line. Only by breaking through in one direction with all its might can there be hope.

With Major Yamamoto leading the way, the other officers restrained their troops and spontaneously broke out to the east.

Wang Guohua sneered:

"Damn it, do you think I'm a pushover?"

"Fire!"

The ambush troops on the east side opened fire with full force. Two infantry battalions' light and heavy machine guns swept fiercely at the Japanese soldiers. Bullets swept through like a storm, and the Japanese soldiers fell in droves on the hillside, their corpses piled up in layers. The killing power far exceeded that of artillery fire.

At the salient of Hill One, Qiu Fengzi was thrilled. It was a one-sided massacre, and he had grown to like this style of combat, though it felt somewhat familiar.

He stopped himself from having wild thoughts in time. Anyone can use a good tactic, so he continued to learn humbly.

Wang Guohua's troop deployment was almost flawless, and the Japanese attempt to break out from the east was thwarted. Under the dense firepower of the Sixth Regiment, the Japanese desperate struggle was suppressed, and their counterattacks became less and less effective.

The organized Japanese soldiers were only a small part; the majority were disorganized. Some broke through to the west, some fled north and south, and many more were stuck in the valley firing indiscriminately.

Shells continued to rain down, targeting clustered Japanese troops, each explosion blasting large areas. The 60mm mortars, equipped up to the company level, were dispersed, focusing on machine gun and grenade launcher positions, while medium machine guns provided long-range suppression from the hilltop. Rifles, submachine guns, and automatic rifles provided precise fire on the Japanese. With this effective firepower, the Japanese were rendered almost powerless, and casualties rose sharply.

At the northern entrance, the isolated battalion held its defensive position. Major Shangguan and his soldiers blocked the Japanese retreat, and the surging fleeing soldiers became lambs to the slaughter.

Little Hubei is once again using his machine gun to reap the lives of Japanese devils. Since being rescued from the concession, he has fought across thousands of miles and has grown into a tough veteran. He kills Japanese devils without even blinking an eye.

He was incredibly skilled with the machine gun, firing in bursts of seven or eight rounds to the left and right with extremely high accuracy. The barrels didn't overheat easily either. One of his machine guns could block off a frontal area of ​​twenty or thirty meters. There were nine machine guns on his sides and behind him, staggered to form a crisscrossing, three-dimensional fire network that completely blocked the entrance less than eighty meters away.

The routed soldiers had almost no heavy firepower, and with the protection of the battalion's artillery company, Xiao Hubei only needed to spray bullets at the Japanese, without having to frequently change positions, making it more efficient to kill the Japanese.

The Japanese soldiers launched several attacks, but were driven back each time. The corpses and wounded almost filled the valley exit. Their last bit of morale was destroyed, and they fled to the mountains on both sides for their lives.

The Japanese soldiers who tried to escape to the exit were also blocked, suffering heavy casualties. With no way out in any direction, Major Yamamoto had never felt so desperate.

After a series of struggles, the Japanese soldiers not only failed to break through, but also suffered heavy casualties. The remaining troops were trapped in a narrow valley and could not move around. The more they fought, the fewer people they had. It was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.

The adjutant, covered in wounds, came to report:

"The telegram requesting reinforcements has been sent. The corps commander ordered us to hold on; reinforcements should arrive in four hours at most!"

Major Yamamoto immediately lost his composure and angrily shouted:

"Baka yarou, how am I supposed to hold out for four hours?"

The adjutant looked dejected. Major Yamamoto was right; they couldn't even last two hours, let alone four.

Besides, can the Chinese people give them time?

The answer is yes. Seeing that the time was right, Wang Guohua began to close the net, loudly giving the order:

"Bugler, sound the charge! All troops, charge! Slaughter all the Japanese devils!"

Before long, a loud bugle call rang out on the mountain ridge, and thousands of soldiers leaped out of the ravines, charging towards the Japanese invaders like an overwhelming tide.

Major Yamamoto's face was ashen; he knew his end was near.