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

The 2nd Regiment's 17 mountain guns and Type 92 infantry guns bombarded the Wild Boar Ridge position fiercely, repeatedly destroying the fortifications of the Shijing Brigade and causing heavy losses in manpower and firepower.

Major Shuichi Ishii had never seen such intense firepower before. In China, this would be equivalent to at least an army-level artillery unit. He was terrified and hurriedly sent a telegram to the regimental headquarters requesting assistance.

The shelling lasted for twenty or thirty rounds, and the Japanese positions at Wild Boar Ridge were almost completely bombarded. As soon as the artillery fire extended, the assault battalion soldiers launched another charge from the artillery positions.

The Japanese machine gun emplacements unleashed another hail of bullets, though much sparser than before; the effect of the artillery barrage was still quite noticeable.

The assault battalion's infantry-artillery coordination was impeccable; they were practically charging right on the artillery positions. The 2nd Company in the center was blocked by a pillbox embedded in the mountain, resulting in several casualties.

The battalion commander called in an infantry gun and fired two shots, but they were ineffective. He had no choice but to send out bazooka rocket launchers to help. Because he was worried that the Japanese would capture them, the battalion commander had the authority to use the rocket launchers.

After receiving orders, the rocket launcher platoon immediately dispatched three assault teams to provide support. When they arrived, the Japanese machine guns were still firing fiercely, and the soldiers were pinned to the ground and unable to move.

The bazooka's effective range was too short, so it could only be fired at close range. Machine guns and mortars provided fire support, drawing all of the Japanese soldiers' attention to it.

The rocket launcher team took the opportunity to advance to an area of ​​about 80 meters. The main gunner aimed at the bunker and pulled the trigger. Three rockets went straight for the target and hit it accurately.

The rocket penetrated the frontal protection and exploded inside the bunker, instantly killing everyone inside.

With their greatest advantage destroyed, the Japanese advance was reopened. The soldiers of the Second Company rose from the ground and charged forward with practiced tactical maneuvers, three men in a group, covering each other. Their tactical advances, interspersed with low and high crawls, dazzled the Japanese.

Shuichi Ishii's expression turned extremely serious. The attacking Chinese soldiers were not only well-equipped and well-trained, but also had excellent teamwork, skillful tactics, and a very fierce offensive.

The battle lines have begun to falter, and casualties are surging. He subconsciously looked toward Tangtou, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Just as Colonel Yuichiro Nono, commander of the 11th Infantry Regiment, was bewildered by the rumbling of gunfire, a telegram requesting reinforcements from the Ishii Battalion arrived.

The Japanese army traditionally provided immediate assistance when needed, and just as he was about to give the order, his senior staff officer habitually dissuaded him:

"Commander, these should be the Chinese who ambushed the Imperial Army before. They are very strong. Could they have set up an ambush along the way?"

Colonel Nagano said confidently:

"Nakajima-kun, you're overthinking it. It's only six kilometers from Tangtou to Wild Boar Ridge, and the entire route is flat and unobstructed. How could we possibly set up an ambush in such terrain?"

Eiji Nakajima thought about it and agreed, echoing Yuichiro Nagano's words:

"The regimental commander sees things clearly. Even if we encounter the Chinese, the main force of the regiment can arrive in ten minutes, but time doesn't allow it."

"Nakajima-kun, reinforcements are needed immediately. Order the Arai Battalion to rush to our aid, while the main force firmly defends our position to avoid falling into the Chinese's trap of luring us away from our base."

Yuichiro Mino, as expected of a master of Chinese affairs, was well-versed in military strategy and even guarded against guerrilla forces. He was even more worried about being lured away from the mountain, as Tangtou was far more important than Wild Boar Ridge.

After receiving orders, Major Arai mustered his troops and headed straight for Wild Boar Ridge, where the sounds of gunfire were unsettling.

East of Tangtou, the cavalry regiment's starting position, the troops in fierce formation.

Regiment Commander Yao Wangshan was filled with excitement; it was finally the cavalry regiment's turn to show its skills!

In the Training Corps, the infantry regiments fought fiercely, while the cavalry regiments remained spectators. After being incorporated into the guerrilla column, the cavalry regiments consumed the equivalent of three infantry regiments' worth of supplies, but they never played a significant role, and there was no shortage of gossip about them.

Some even say that cavalry is a sunset industry, a decorative force on the modern battlefield, and it would be better to cut them off and use more infantry.

Yao Wangshan did not argue; he firmly believed that cavalry remained the king of the battlefield, especially in the East.

Chief of Staff Zhu Hengxing rushed over to report:

"Commander, the prey has entered the hunting grounds; there are over a thousand of them!"

Yao Wangshan calmed his excited emotions, his fierce eyes blazing with battle intent. He slowly drew his gleaming saber, raised it high above his head, and shouted with all his might:

"Cavalry Regiment—Attack!"

On the desolate plains leading from Tangtou to Wild Boar Ridge, a long snake snaked its way forward. Major Arai, riding his tall horse, kept urging on, worried that the commotion in the direction of Wild Boar Ridge was too great and that they would miss their chance.

In a daze, he felt the earth tremble, and subconsciously turned his gaze to the northeast. At the intersection of the earth and the sky, a black line grew thicker and thicker.

Major Arai's expression froze instantly, his "CPU" briefly crashed, and then two words popped into his mind—cavalry?

"Baka yarou, you're really cavalry!! Enemy attack—"

Major Arai was truly desperate. They were marching at high speed in four columns, and it would take time for them to fully switch to combat readiness. This interval was enough to cause a significant delay.

The other Japanese soldiers also felt the pressure from the cavalry. Fear dominated their minds, and their legs trembled uncontrollably. This had nothing to do with courage; it was the infantry's natural fear of cavalry, a kind of bloodline suppression.

Two kilometers is not a long distance for cavalry; it's just enough to pick up speed. The thunderous sound of hooves pounded the earth, shattering the Japanese soldiers' fighting spirit piece by piece.

There's no longer any of that damned "Steel Army"; thousands of cavalrymen are charging in, a force that no human can withstand.

At the officer's command, the Type 92 heavy machine gunner hurriedly put down his machine gun, and the riflemen and light machine gunners opened fire, regardless of how far away they were, because they dared not let the cavalry group get too close.

The cavalry at the front were each armed with an MP38 submachine gun, firing at the Japanese as they charged. Their mission was to disrupt the enemy formation and create panic.

The vast majority of the Japanese soldiers only fired one bullet before the cavalry rained down bullets, and dozens of Japanese soldiers fell instantly, with almost no one able to withstand their attacks.

As the distance visibly closed, the accuracy of the submachine guns increased dramatically, and the Japanese casualties surged, making it impossible to stop the cavalry charge.

Arai's battalion's formation was instantly broken. The Japanese soldiers were so frightened that they turned and fled. Major Arai swung his sword and killed several soldiers in quick succession, but to no avail. Instead, his adjutant yelled at him:

"Arai-kun, the Chinese cavalry are attacking! Run!"

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers were all fleeing for their lives. Faced with the rolling cavalry, they didn't even have the courage to fight; they only hoped to run faster than their comrades.

"You idiots, a bunch of useless trash!"

Major Arai's mouth remained stubborn, but his actions betrayed his words. He cursed as he spurred his horse to flee for his life, crashing into anything that blocked his path.

Yao Wangshan had never killed so thoroughly. His saber flashed, and he slashed down several Japanese soldiers in succession. Not a drop of blood was on the tip of his blade. What a fast sword!

He preferred using his saber to slit the throats of Japanese soldiers to a submachine gun, finding the slaughter more straightforward.

As a commander, he did not reject the innovation of cavalry equipment and tactics, but at this moment he could at least wield his saber and wreak havoc.

The others didn't have that kind of sentiment; they were all armed with submachine guns and firing, which made them more efficient at killing Japanese soldiers.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were fleeing for their lives, but two legs can't outrun four. Many Japanese soldiers ran until they vomited blood but were still caught up by the cavalry and then their heads rolled down.

The cavalry regiment slaughtered in all directions, while the Fifth Regiment followed behind, doing nothing but eating dust and finishing off the Japanese soldiers. Every one of them had a face full of dissatisfaction.

The cavalry regiment is the absolute protagonist; they are at most extras!

Yao Wangshan led his cavalry in pursuit for several miles before stopping. If they continued, they would reach Tangtou. He wasn't so foolish as to use his cavalry to attack a fortified complex.

At this point, the Arai Battalion was reduced to only three to five hundred remnants. All their equipment and supplies had been abandoned, and some had even lost their shoes. Who would still be running with a gun?

Although the remaining soldiers survived by sheer luck, they were terrified and became utterly useless.

Although Yao Wangshan was somewhat reluctant to stop, he still called a halt to the attack and led his cavalry regiment away, leaving the Japanese with lingering damage.

Colonel Nagano was stunned for a long time, almost unable to believe what was happening before his eyes, his eyes filled with grief and indignation:

"The Chinese are cunning! The Imperial Army has fallen for their trick!"

"Where did all these cavalry come from?!"