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

In the northeast corner of Taierzhuang, smoke billowed from the Liujiahu position, and the scorched earth was riddled with shell craters.

The Japanese troops, having outflanked the enemy, trudged through the shell casings and scorched earth, as a dark mass of people surged through the gap in the road.

The forward defense line was already in ruins. The remaining firepower of the entire regiment tried desperately to intercept them, but they still could not stop the Japanese army's overwhelming charge. The defense line was on the verge of collapse.

In the critical moment, the commander gripped his gleaming broadsword tightly, raised his arm, and roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield:

"Brothers! Let's fight those Japanese devils!"

On the front lines, Battalion Commander Gao Hongli was known in the army as the "Living Zhang Fei" (a reference to a famous Chinese general).

At this moment, he was bare-chested, covered in dust and blood, his muscles bulging in the smoke. He gripped a pistol tightly in one hand and held a heavy, sharp broadsword at an angle in the other. Instead of retreating, he charged forward, leading the entire army.

As the two opposing forces of life and death collided, Gao Hongli moved with lightning speed, firing several shots in quick succession, and three Japanese soldiers at the forefront fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the Japanese soldier's bayonet plunged straight into his heart, its cold light piercing the air.

Gao Hongli neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and his broadsword slashed upwards sharply!

clang!

A piercing metallic clang rang out, and the Japanese soldiers' prized Type 38 bayonets were instantly knocked off their hands and lost their grip.

Without giving the enemy a moment to breathe, the blade slashed down, a bright, cold light flashing through the air, precisely grazing the Japanese soldier's neck.

A head rolled onto the muddy, scorched earth, and blood gushed out.

The Northwest Army's ultimate technique: the Eight-Sword Breaking Blade!

The moves are extremely simple, yet each strike is deadly, without any fancy techniques, specifically designed to break through Japanese assassination formations.

The Japanese corporal who had just surrounded the enemy witnessed this deadly scene and felt a chill run down his spine. His charging steps suddenly stopped, and the rhythm of his thrusting shot slowed down by half a beat.

In battle, a slight difference can lead to a huge error!

One step at a time, one step at a time!

The Type 38 rifle, with its long barrel and far greater attack range than the broadsword, was the Japanese soldiers' greatest advantage. Gao Hongli had just exhausted his strength in his slashing attack, and with his old strength depleted and new strength yet to arise, he fell right into the blind spot of the Japanese bayonet.

Faced with bayonets that blocked all movement, Gao Hongli did not linger on swordsmanship, but instead used the most brutal and deadly battlefield killing moves.

Raise your hand, raise your gun!

Up close, at zero distance!

The Japanese soldiers, confident of victory, locked down all of his attack positions, never expecting that the enemy would still dare to fire at close range.

A gun is swift from seven paces away; within seven paces, both guns and knives are deadly!

At close range, a gunshot rang out.

The bullet pierced the Japanese soldier's face with pinpoint accuracy, splattering blood and brains everywhere. He died instantly, beyond saving!

Gao Hongli, his eyes bloodshot from the fighting, had nothing but overwhelming fighting spirit and ruthlessness in them.

Without waiting for the situation to ease, he charged straight at the three Japanese soldiers who had formed an assassination formation in front of him.

Upon seeing this, the three fierce Japanese soldiers immediately formed a triangular encirclement, and three gleaming bayonets thrust at them simultaneously from the left, right, and front, their attack as overwhelming as thunder, blocking all avenues of escape.

In a desperate situation, Gao Hongli calmly pulled the trigger, firing the Mauser pistol in rapid succession!

In a short moment, the magazine was emptied, and the two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, dying instantly.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

Seeing Gao Hongli's pistol slip from his hand and hurtle towards his face, he instinctively dodged to the side.

This dodge just happened to put him right into the range of Gao Hongli's deadly sword strike!

A cold glint appeared again, the hand rose and the knife fell, and another head fell to the ground!

The Japanese army believed in ghosts and gods and were most afraid of beheadings. It was rumored that those who were beheaded in foreign lands could not return home and would be forever lost as wandering ghosts.

Private First Class Akino, who survived the series of tragic deaths of his comrades, was gripped by fear. He instinctively raised his hand to protect his neck, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Hot blood splattered all over Gao Hongli's body, covering him in crimson and surrounded by gunpowder smoke.

Amidst the scorched earth and battlefield, he was like a deadly demon emerging from the deepest hell, utterly terrifying.

Akino was utterly terrified. His rifle clattered to the ground, and he lost all will to fight. He turned and fled in a sorry state.

late!

Gao Hongli strode after him, his broadsword sweeping across the battlefield with the force of a thousand soldiers, its sharp blade cutting horizontally.

With a single strike, Akino, who was trying to escape, was almost cut in half at the waist.

As the excruciating pain of impending death swept over his entire body, Akino, on his deathbed, felt a strange sense of gratitude.

At least, he left with a complete body.

There's no need to be a lonely soul in a foreign land.

The hand-to-hand combat was extremely brutal, far exceeding ordinary gunfights.

Within minutes, the Liujiahu position was littered with corpses. The bodies of soldiers from both sides were piled up on the scorched earth, and the seriously wounded but not dead were curled up on the ground, howling and struggling, their mournful cries echoing across the field.

Not everyone is as fearless and powerful as Gao Hongli.

Most of the Northwest Army soldiers were still at a disadvantage against the well-trained and well-organized Japanese bayonet squads.

The Japanese Type 38 rifle was longer and stronger, and the triangular bayonet formation of three men was both offensive and defensive, with excellent teamwork. Even seven or eight Nationalist soldiers could hardly break through it at close range.

The gaps in equipment, military gear, and training are clearly visible.

But the Northwest Army has its own iron will and its own way of fighting to the death!

The entire army fought a desperate battle, risking their lives and exchanging blood for blood.

The soldiers engaged in close combat, using pistols to break through enemy lines at close range. Once surrounded and unable to break out, they would detonate the grenades on their bodies and plunge into the Japanese bayonet formation.

One man's strength was exhausted, but three enemies were killed in the process!

The brutal exchange resulted in a casualty ratio of nearly three to one.

The lives of three brothers were exchanged for the death of one Japanese soldier.

Despite the seemingly devastating cost, none of the Northwest Army soldiers regretted their actions; everyone felt they had gained a huge advantage!

In open field battles, facing the overwhelming combined firepower of the Japanese army from land, sea, and air, such results were simply impossible to achieve.

Japanese warplanes bombarded from the air, tank tracks crushed the defensive lines, heavy artillery relentlessly bombarded the positions, and machine gun ammunition was endless.

In contrast, my 31st and 27th Divisions only had a handful of mortars, and were short of ammunition and poorly equipped.

If firepower is insufficient, then flesh and blood will serve as shields; if artillery fire is inadequate, then lives will make up for it!

The bloody battle lasted for a long time. The defenders of Liujiahu were almost wiped out, and the remaining troops were exhausted and unable to withstand the attack. They were eventually forced to withdraw from the position.

In this battle, Battalion Commander Gao Hongli fought alone, killing more than ten Japanese soldiers. In the end, he was outnumbered and died a heroic death.

The northeast corner of Liujiahu position has been completely lost.

Night fell over the battlefield, and battle reports were quickly transmitted to the command post.

The higher command has given a strict order: the lost territory of Liujiahu must be recovered tonight!

To break the enemy's deadly formation and boost morale, the military offered a large reward: thirty silver dollars for each person who recaptured the position.

Wang Fantang, the company commander of the Seventh Company, was ordered to form a suicide squad.

He weighed the heavy bag of silver coins in his hand; its cold, hard texture indicated it was the money the military had promised to buy his life.

After days and nights of fierce fighting, only 57 of the more than 100 soldiers of the Seventh Company, who were at the forefront, remained. They were all wounded and exhausted.

No one would be willing to die for money.

The dim torches flickered, their light illuminating the blood-stained yet resolute young faces.

Wang Fantang raised his hand and suddenly threw the entire bag of silver dollars on the ground.

The crisp sound of impact pierced the night. His face was cold and hard, his eyes open and devoid of any greed. He spoke in a deep voice:

"Our country is on the verge of collapse, and we're all about to lose our lives. What use are silver dollars to us, sir? If we are fortunate enough to achieve a great victory in the future, please use this money to erect a monument and commemorate our fallen brothers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

At the rear of the line, sixteen-year-old Private Wang Er clenched his fists.

Thirty silver dollars was enough to support a family at that time, enough to return to one's hometown, marry, settle down, and live a stable life.

But the company commander's words were piercing to the heart.

Where is home when the country is destroyed? If you lose your life, getting married and settling down is all just empty talk.

Once this thought was made, there was no more hesitation in the boy's eyes.

He bent down, grabbed his share of silver dollars from the ground, and slammed it into the mud!

The paper package ripped apart, and the gleaming silver dollars rolled all over the ground, scattering a shower of silver light.

Fifty-seven daredevils, none hesitated, none were tempted.

Bundles and bags of reward coins were left lying on the ground one after another.

The ground was covered in shimmering silver light, which only served to highlight the burning passion and sincerity of the soldiers present.

Lieutenant General Chi Fengcheng, standing behind him, witnessed this scene. His eyelids twitched heavily, and he felt a mix of emotions.

The so-called hefty reward, in the face of these iron-willed soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their country, has become the cheapest and most laughable insult.

Wang Fantang raised his eyes, coldly sweeping over the group of officers, then raised his blood-stained demon-headed sword high, and roared hoarsely:

"Brothers! Follow me into battle, slaughter the Japanese invaders, and reclaim our lost land!"

The roar was powerful and resounding, shaking the night!

Fifty-seven suicide squad members turned around in unison, none of them looking back, stepping on the silver coins scattered on the ground, and resolutely plunged into the deep night.

Each slender yet upright figure, resolute and fearless, heads towards the battlefield where death is certain.

In the blink of an eye, gunfire erupted from the direction of Liujiahu, shouts of battle filled the air, and explosions continued throughout the night.

Lieutenant General Chi Fengcheng stood there, listening to the sounds of fierce fighting, closing his eyes in anguish, his heart filled with sorrow and heroism.

A night of bloody battle, a bloody counterattack.

At dawn, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

The smoke of battle still lingered on the ravaged battlefield.

Wang Fantang, covered in blood and wounds, staggered out of the morning light.

Behind him, a mere twelve figures stood tall amidst the ruins.

Fifty-seven men raided the suicide squad at night, but only twelve survived.

Private Wang Er, a young boy, will forever remain in that dark night.

In his desperate situation, several Japanese soldiers surrounded him. The young boy was terrified, and tears streamed down his tender face.

He was afraid of pain and death; he had not yet seen the magnificent landscape, nor had he returned home to see his parents.

Even with tears streaming down his face, he gritted his teeth and resolutely detonated all the cluster grenades in his arms.

A deafening roar shattered the night sky, and towering flames engulfed all the enemies.

As the smoke cleared and the scorched earth lay bare, a tattered red bellyband fluttered in the wind.

That was a protective bib his mother sewed for him before he left, to keep him safe.

In the end, I couldn't protect him and help him return home.

……

As dawn broke, the fighting temporarily subsided.

North of Yixian County, dust swirls along the official road connecting Zaozhuang and Yixian.

A large Japanese supply convoy was advancing at full speed.

At the very front of the convoy, two Japanese bean-shaped armored vehicles led the way, maintaining a high level of security.

The Japanese troops at the Taierzhuang front fought bitterly for days, and their ammunition and food supplies were almost exhausted.

Japanese Army Brigade Commander Seya Kei urgently requested a large amount of combat supplies from the division headquarters, which were then transported by the supply regiment over a thousand miles to the forward base in Yixian County to replenish the front-line combat troops.

This batch of supplies was of vital importance, containing all kinds of provisions, ammunition, firearms, and artillery, enough to support a new round of large-scale offensive by the Japanese invaders.

To ensure absolute safety, the Japanese army dispatched two infantry companies to escort the route, with Major Iguchi personally leading and commanding the operation.

More than eighty transport trucks stretched for miles, looking quite imposing.

The area from Yixian to Zaozhuang was a secure rear area for the Japanese army. The Japanese army regiments had repeatedly cleared and mopped up the area before, and had long since determined that it was safe.

Major Iguchi, sitting in the passenger seat, looked relaxed, treating it as an easy, risk-free escort mission.

He never imagined that a pair of eyes had already locked onto this large transport team hundreds of meters away in the mountain valley.

Nestled among the mountains and ravines, Qiu Fengzi held up his binoculars, gazing down at the vast, unprepared Japanese supply corps below. His eyes gleamed with fierce determination, his fighting spirit soaring.

This was his first time commanding a large-scale ambush, and he was filled with excitement and fervor.

The perfect ambush valley had already been laid out with an inescapable trap.

The mountains on both sides of the road are not high and are extremely well concealed. The ravines are crisscrossed and covered with vegetation. More than two thousand soldiers were all in hiding, holding their breath and ready to go.

Qiu the Madman meticulously arranged an ambush: the first battalion, along with an artillery company, was stationed on the left flank mountain ridge; the second battalion was deployed to defend the right flank high ground; and the third battalion was hidden in the rear as a reserve force, completely blocking the enemy's retreat.

Anticipating the threat posed by Japanese armored vehicles leading the way, he specifically deployed an elite rocket launcher platoon to counter enemy armored vehicles!

Once all Japanese vehicles have completely entered the enclosed valley and the core of the encirclement!

"Fire!"

At a single command!

The crisp sound of a gunshot suddenly shattered the silence, breaking all stillness!

On the right flank halfway up the mountain, several rockets roared into the sky, leaving trails of flame as they accurately struck the two lead armored vehicles.

Saturation precision strike, each armored vehicle is hit by more than three rockets!

Boom boom boom—!

The series of explosions were deafening. The steel body of the vehicle was instantly shattered and deformed, the tracks broke, and the vehicle caught fire, rendering it completely unusable and blocking the way forward!

"Enemy attack!!"

Major Iguchi, inside the cab, was deathly pale, and his hysterical screams of terror echoed throughout the convoy.

Before we could react, our artillery barrage followed!

A barrage of shells rained down, landing precisely on the long convoy of transport vehicles.

A series of loud explosions followed one after another, with more than eighty trucks catching fire and exploding in succession, sending supplies flying everywhere. The entire highway was instantly turned into a raging inferno.

Artillery fire was prioritized to target vehicles carrying Japanese infantry, resulting in heavy casualties and overturned vehicles.

The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the bombing jumped off the vehicle in a panic, gathered with their guns, and tried to put up a last stand by relying on the vehicle.

But it was too late!

On both sides of the mountain ridge, more than two thousand soldiers opened fire at the same time, with rifle and machine gun fire covering the entire area and a dense rain of bullets pouring down!

The Japanese troops, exposed on the open road, had nowhere to hide and fell in droves, their corpses strewn across the ground. In a short time, they were routed and had almost no chance to fight back.

Seeing the enemy army completely collapse and utterly powerless to resist, Qiu Fengzi's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he roared in a deep voice:

"Bugler! Sound the charge! All troops, charge! Slaughter all the Japanese devils and seize their supplies!"

The loud and inspiring bugle call echoed through the valley!

The soldiers, who had been lying in wait for a long time, leaped up and shouted loudly as they charged fiercely towards the rout of the Japanese transport convoy below!