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

As soon as Li Ze arrived at his position, the Japanese soldiers swarmed in, numbering several hundred in total, their infantry-artillery coordination a textbook example.

The Second Battalion reacted quickly, with the two reserved machine guns firing first, serving as both an early warning and a delay to the infantry advance.

The Japanese soldiers hadn't expected the defenders to arrive so quickly, and suffered many killed and wounded. Although they only had two medium machine guns, their rate of fire of several hundred rounds per minute slowed down the Japanese offensive.

Shortly after Li Ze fired the first bullet, more than a dozen machine guns burst out from the position, forming a dense and impenetrable fire net that swept away swathes of Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese attempt to storm the defenders' positions with a coordinated infantry and artillery attack failed. The Second Battalion was too strong. This time, not only the first two trenches, but also the medium machine guns and 60mm mortars in the third and fourth trenches joined the battle, unleashing a barrage of firepower at all ranges. The Japanese became sitting ducks.

Li Ze was using a Type 4 rifle, the standard issue for riflemen in the former Training Corps, with 120 rounds of ammunition, four German-made long-handled grenades, an M35 steel helmet, and a gas mask in his satchel.

The K98, a copy of the Chiang Kai-shek rifle, is highly accurate. Within a range of tens of meters, almost every shot will hit the target, resulting in death or serious injury; there is no such thing as a minor injury.

Li Ze is a veteran of the training brigade. He has received rigorous military training, is skilled in tactics, and has rich experience in leading troops. Once the army expands, his promotion to platoon leader will be a natural progression.

Everywhere he looked, there were Japanese soldiers. Li Ze chose to shoot at the upper body of the targets. He fired very quickly and hit three targets in a short time, killing one and crippling two, using up five bullets.

Li Ze took a five-round clip from the canvas bullet pouch on his chest, quickly pressed it into the magazine, pulled the rotating bolt, and chambered a bullet in one smooth motion.

At this point, the Japanese soldiers could no longer withstand the enormous casualties and all lay prone on the hillside, some even using the corpses of their comrades to block bullets.

The difficulty of shooting the Japanese soldiers increased exponentially, and the two sides began to compete in "internal strength". Li Ze became more cautious when firing his gun and frequently reminded the automatic riflemen to change firing positions.

The assault musketeers concealed themselves, waiting to surprise the Japanese when they engaged in close combat, as they were at a disadvantage in long-range firefights.

Even in positional warfare, the soldiers of the 107th Division maintained squad-level coordination. The M1918 automatic rifle was the mainstay of the squad's firepower, with riflemen protecting their safety and snipers taking out important long-range targets.

Li Ze led a submachine gun team, consisting of two rifles and one submachine gun. Li Ze instructed the submachine gunner to stay put and not show his face unless the Japanese soldiers charged.

The Japanese soldiers were very accurate marksmen, and the Type 38 rifle had low recoil, making it very suitable for the short and stocky Japanese soldiers.

The two sides exchanged fire at a distance of more than 80 meters, resulting in casualties on both sides.

Li Ze turned his gun towards an old Japanese soldier, firing two shots but missing both. He was too cunning.

The Japanese soldiers fired three shots at him, but they all missed. It wasn't just them; most of them were wasting bullets.

The soldiers of the Second Battalion fought with great patience. The Japanese did not advance, and the frequency of machine gun fire was greatly reduced, making the riflemen the main force.

Sniper Luo Guangxu really liked this combat style. With the help of the scope, he was almost always right. He added five new engravings to his rifle stock: one officer, one sergeant, two machine gunners, and one grenade launcher operator. He used seven rounds of ammunition.

There are eight snipers like him in a platoon, mass-produced. We can't expect too much from them; at most, they've reached the basics. They were all trained by the 107th Division's training team.

Zhao Yunwen's inspiration came from the Soviet army on the European battlefield, where they mass-produced snipers for urban warfare. Although the equipment was crudely made, the sheer number of snipers killed a large number of German soldiers.

To motivate everyone, Zhao allowed snipers to be divided into three levels: gold, silver, and bronze, with very simple standards.

击杀20~50人以下为铜级，50至100人为银级，100人以上为金级。

The treatment of a gold-level sniper rifle is equivalent to that of a battalion-level officer. The number of targets killed is determined by the observer. The record holder for the entire division is Zhao Mancang, with 367 kills. He is currently a sniper instructor in the division's training team and holds the rank of Second-Class Sergeant Major.

Luo Xuguang's record is 27 kills, and he has been promoted to the bronze rank, with military pay equivalent to that of a platoon leader. His goal is naturally to reach the gold rank, and the silver rank is his next target.

Each platoon has several part-time observers, who are all members of the same group and work in coordination with the snipers.

After Luo Xuguang moved to a new sniping position, he spotted an officer who was extremely arrogant. He was squatting next to the machine gunner, giving orders, and his standard military knife was pointing in a certain direction from time to time, which was very conspicuous.

Luo Xuguang estimated the distance to be 422 meters. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant; he was taking advantage of the fact that the army couldn't hit him.

Luo Xuguang has a 4x scope, and this distance is within the effective firing range, but it makes the task much more difficult.

He had never shot at such a distant target before; normally his targets were within 300 meters, with the furthest being 375 meters.

422 meters is a challenge for the opposing team, but if it were Instructor Zhao, this would be standard procedure.

He measured the wind speed using the makeshift method taught by his instructor, adjusted his breathing, set the scale to "5", aimed the crosshair at the Japanese soldier's chest, and gently pulled the trigger.

The Japanese lieutenant froze, shot in the chest. The bullet swirled inside his chest cavity, tearing his heart apart; there was no saving him.

28!

Luo Xuguang was one step closer to becoming a silver-level sniper when a grenade launcher hit him, shrapnel flying everywhere and blowing his M35 helmet off.

Luo Xuguang broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for the steel helmet protecting him, he would already be a corpse.

The German-made M35 offers extremely strong head protection, capable of withstanding fatal shrapnel blows on the battlefield.

Luo Xuguang shrank into the trench, panting heavily, secretly rejoicing in the blessings of his ancestors.

May Amaterasu protect us!

Private First Class Kazuyuki Shiraishi was also making a wish, but Amaterasu's ability to act as a hermaphrodite might not be effective in China. Shiraishi was a reserve officer who had retired from active duty four years prior, married, had children, and settled into a stable and comfortable home.

He didn't want to go to the battlefield, but this matter was under the jurisdiction of the National Defense Mobilization Department. The conscription order was sent to Bai Shi's family, so he had no choice but to obediently board the ship and come to China, becoming a supplementary soldier in the 63rd Regiment.

The battlefield was far more brutal than Private First Class Shiraishi had anticipated. Of the five friends who came to China with him, two died and one was crippled. Their first battle became their final destination.

Bullets whizzed overhead, terrifying him so much that he trembled and could only muster his courage by firing his gun repeatedly.

The machine gun fire from the defending troops was intense; even lying in a shell crater was not safe. All they could do was pray for Amaterasu's protection.

The company commander had lost patience and urged his soldiers to continue charging, executing those who were afraid of death on the spot.

Private Bai Shi reluctantly crawled out of the shell crater. Just as he poked his head out, Luo Xuguang fired a shot!

As he watched his blood gush out like a spring, Private Shiraishi's eyes were filled with fear. He seemed to see Death beckoning and Amaterasu collecting souls with a sack in hand.

One bagful at a time!

One bagful at a time!

"Help me...help me, please!"

Shiraishi's voice grew weaker and weaker, and no one paid any attention to him. In the end, he bled to death.

Time was slowly passing, and the number of corpses on the battlefield was increasing. The Japanese soldiers tried their best, but they could not make a breakthrough. Instead, they suffered heavy casualties and their morale was low.

I don't know which brilliant strategist started it, but the defeat spread like wildfire and eventually the whole thing collapsed.

The Japanese offensive ended in failure once again. Colonel Fu Rong was too exhausted to even curse, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

For no apparent reason, he thought of Black Wind Pass, Tiger Head Mountain, and Taierzhuang; it seemed that the 63rd Regiment had once again run into an insurmountable obstacle.

"You idiot, Zhao Yunwen, why are you everywhere!"

"Damn it, since steel won't work, let's use special ammunition."

"Quickly, use special ammunition to wipe out those despicable Chinese!"

Colonel Furong roared at the top of his lungs, finally deciding to use the special ammunition that Lieutenant General Isogai had secretly given them.