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

Inside Tiger Crouching Valley, a desperate Major Yamamoto, sword in hand, charged fearlessly toward the guerrilla soldiers, only to be riddled with bullets and covered in blood.

The guerrilla column soldiers had a very sophisticated way of charging. They were in groups of three, with a submachine gun in front and two riflemen protecting them from behind. Hand grenades cleared the way, and several groups formed a square formation, cooperating with each other and not giving the Japanese any chance to fight with bayonets.

From various high points in the mountains, mortars provided long-range fire suppression. Before the Japanese machine guns could even fire, the shells flew over as if they had eyes.

Battalion Commander Qin Haitao continued to lead the charge as always, and Wang Guohua couldn't stop him no matter how much he scolded him, so he had to turn a blind eye.

Despite having only one hand, Qin Haitao was no slouch when it came to killing Japanese soldiers. He chose the lightweight 20-round Mauser pistol, carrying one on his waist and another in his hand, with the communications officer beside him responsible for changing the bullets for him.

He had practiced the Mauser pistol so much that he could hit the bullseye every time, using only single shots to save ammunition.

Qin Haitao was the first to rush into the valley, his Mauser pistol flying up and down, taking down four Japanese soldiers in succession. Just as he was about to enjoy his meal, he realized that his brothers were all in front of him. They overtook Qin Haitao and used their bodies to protect their battalion commander.

There were not many remaining soldiers ahead, and Qin Haitao knew that there was nothing more for him to do, so he was not angry and had no choice but to give up.

The battle had entered a dead end; most of the Japanese soldiers had been wiped out, leaving only a few scattered routs.

On Hill One, Qiu the Madman was in high spirits when he saw that his soldiers had finished their work. He smiled and said:

"Chief of Staff, let's go down and take a look too!"

By the time they arrived in the valley, the battle was over, and the soldiers were happily cleaning up the battlefield. The battle had been won so easily that everyone was overjoyed.

A large portion of the soldiers were deserters from the guerrilla column, followed by members of the training brigade. Combined with the original personnel, the composition was roughly three-thirds to four-fifths, with non-guerrilla detachment personnel making up 70%.

Most of these defeated soldiers were veterans of many battles, but the disastrous defeat in Nanjing had a great impact. They needed one victory after another to rebuild their confidence, integrate the troops, and make the three forces into a unified whole as soon as possible.

Although the Battle of Huwoyu was not large in scale, it was a complete victory with very few casualties. It had a huge boost to the morale of the troops, and even senior generals like Qiu Fengzi felt a significant increase in their identification with the guerrilla column.

Wang Guohua took the initiative to come forward and report to Qiu Fengzi:

"Commander, the brothers have finished the job. They annihilated an entire reinforced battalion of Japanese soldiers, destroyed 3 tanks and 6 transport vehicles, captured 18 vehicles, killed more than 1200 Japanese soldiers, and captured 2 artillery pieces, 1 radio, more than 900 rifles and pistols, and a certain amount of ammunition and supplies."

Qiu the Madman exclaimed in praise:

"You've worked hard. This battle was well fought. Ambushes are always the most exciting!"

Tell the brothers to pack up quickly and leave as soon as possible.

There are a large number of Japanese troops in the direction of Quancheng. They do not want to be entangled by the main force of the 10th Division. After achieving their goal of intimidating the enemy, they will retreat and maintain their mystery. The rest of the show will be left to Zhao Yunwen.

At the Second Brigade Command Post, Zhao Yunwen was still engrossed in his travels, staring at the map, when Xie Polu rushed in to report:

"Commander, Brigade Commander Qiu is calling!"

After receiving the report of victory and reading it, Zhao Yunwen said:

"Chief of Staff Xie, immediately draft a telegram to report the victory, saying that after our troops broke out of Nanjing, they advanced a thousand miles to southern Shandong, ambushed a part of the 10th Division north of Feixian, annihilated more than a thousand enemy soldiers, and captured a great deal of spoils."

Send it directly to Commander Chen via a dedicated radio; he knows how to get credit for the men!

Xie Polu accepted the order and left. Zhao Yunwen revealed a meaningful smile. Now, he only needed to patiently wait for Commander Li's summons.

Although Zhao Yunwen only exposed a few thousand men, the guerrilla detachment was a battle-hardened elite force that had fought its way out of Nanjing. In addition, there was the previous connection with Liao Lei. With the current military strength in Lunan being depleted, he did not believe that Commander Li would not be tempted.

Pingyi, 13th Infantry Regiment Command of the Seya Detachment

Regimental Commander Fukuyo Shinpei's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He paced back and forth, restless. Reinforcements had already been sent out, but there had been no response yet.

Colonel Furong asked again:

"Has the Yamamoto Battalion not responded yet?"

Senior Staff Officer Major Sakata shook his head and said:

"The radio keeps calling, but there's no response; they're probably engaged in fierce fighting."

Colonel Furlong couldn't help but shout angrily:

"Baka yarou, Yamamoto is too outrageous!"

Where are the reinforcements?

Before Major Sakata could answer, the communications officer stumbled in, thoroughly enraging Colonel Furong.

"You idiot! What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disorganized? Do you even resemble an Imperial officer?"

The communications staff immediately reported:

"Commander, reinforcements have reported that they have arrived at Tiger Crouching Valley and the entire Yamamoto Battalion has been wiped out!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! Who did this?"

The communications officer naturally couldn't answer that question, so Major Sakata quickly came to his rescue, took the telegram, and waved it away, saying the communications officer had no idea what he was talking about.

After reading the telegram, Major Sakata said:

"The reinforcements found a large number of Type 20 mortar shell fragments at the scene, and also recovered a misfired shell. Judging from the traces of the battle at the scene, the Chinese who ambushed Yamamoto's battalion numbered several thousand and were well-equipped. They were definitely the strongest Chinese Central Army, not Han Fuju's troops."

Colonel Furong took a deep breath and said:

"Oh my god, so it's the Central Army. It seems the Chinese won't give up the Jinpu Railway easily, especially Pengcheng, which suits the Imperial Army's interests perfectly."

The enemy situation is currently unclear. The force capable of annihilating a full Imperial Army battalion is considerable. Immediately notify reinforcements to withdraw to Pingyi. Send a telegram to the detachment commander requesting tactical guidance; it is imperative to ascertain which unit it is!

Major Sakata turned and left, but soon returned in a hurry. Colonel Furong frowned subconsciously, sensing that it was not a good thing.

After bowing, Major Sakata said:

"Commander, the Chinese government has released the latest battle report in Jiangcheng. The force that ambushed Yamamoto's battalion was the remnants of Zhao Yunwen's guerrilla column. They just broke out of Nanjing."

Colonel Furlong was furious:

"You idiots! A bunch of useless trash! The Central China Expeditionary Army must take responsibility!"

Major Sakata was quite frightened. The regimental commander really dared to insult anyone and touch anything. He kindly reminded him:

"The Battle of Jinling was the greatest victory the empire had achieved in a thousand years. His Highness the Prince deserves great credit. In a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people, it was inevitable that a few thousand would escape."

Sakata pointed out that this battle was commanded by Prince Asaka, and there was no room for argument. Colonel Fukron then realized that he had been blinded by anger and quickly changed the subject:

"Who exactly is Zhao Yunwen and the Sulu Guerrilla Column?"

Major Sakata had done his homework before coming, and he embellished the information he had gathered, but the gist of it was that the Imperial Army was not incompetent, but that Zhao Yunwen was too cunning.

Colonel Furong stubbornly insisted:

"Zhao Yunwen can make the 9th, 11th, and 16th Divisions suffer, but this is North China, and my 10th Division is not something they can compare to!"

Sakata chose to feign deafness and muteness, and Colonel Furong continued:

"The Battle of Wohuyu was a result of Yamamoto's underestimation of the enemy and reckless advance, falling into Zhao Yunwen's ambush. The Imperial Army will not repeat the same mistake. Send men to find their hiding place; I will not rest until this grudge is avenged!"

At the Fifth War Zone Headquarters, Li Delin was in high spirits and said to the Chief of Staff:

"Yan Mou, the Fifth War Zone needs a fierce general! Immediately contact General Zhao Yunwen of the guerrilla column and tell him I've invited him to Pengcheng to discuss important matters!"

"Lord De, Zhao Yunwen is merely a minor division commander with only a few thousand remaining soldiers. Isn't this courtesy a bit too much?"

Li Delin smiled knowingly and said:

"General Zhao is a world-renowned anti-Japanese general, a peerless national hero, and he can certainly withstand the attack!"

Yan Mou, send a telegram immediately, using earnest language!