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

At the Yangguji circular position, in front of the anti-tank ditch, a dozen or so tanks swayed and approached. They were arranged in two rows, six in front and six behind, with the tanks spaced several dozen meters apart, and the infantry accompanying the attack in the middle.

The soldiers of the 2nd Company of the 644th Regiment watched the Japanese approach coldly, unmoved as mountains. In their eyes, those tanks were no different from toys.

The attack group of the regiment's rocket platoon was ready. They were hidden in the trench dozens of meters behind the anti-tank ditch. There were dedicated firing positions at intervals, where the main gunner could squat on them. As long as he showed his helmeted head, the tanks could not see him from a distance.

Private First Class Tsuchiya felt incredibly safe standing beside the Bean Tank. This was the power of the Empire. The time had come to serve the Emperor!

The Chinese position opposite was eerily quiet; not a single person could be seen. The squad leader, brandishing his saber, shouted:

"Warriors, the Chinese are terrified and have fled to who-knows-where! Follow me and slaughter all the Chinese!"

Sergeant Nishimura looked at him as if he were an idiot. The squad leader had just graduated from the sergeant school and had been in office for less than half a month. He had no idea of ​​the cruelty of the battlefield.

Sergeant Nishimura instinctively moved a few meters away from him, hiding behind the tank vehicle, where he felt safer.

They quickly advanced to the anti-tank ditch. The tank driver didn't take the ditch seriously at all and floored the accelerator, rushing into it.

Once inside, they were dumbfounded. This trench was specially designed to trap the bean chariots, leaving them unable to advance or retreat.

Despite his best efforts, the driver remained stuck and unable to move, so the squad leader had no choice but to order the infantry to use entrenching tools to help.

The Japanese offensive was thus halted. Rocket launcher operator Yang Yan had been waiting for this moment. Taking advantage of the Japanese confusion, he stuck half of his body out of the trench and quickly locked onto a flat-top tank.

Several Japanese soldiers were making a fuss, with machine gun crews providing cover on both sides. The Japanese soldiers were quite vigilant, but unfortunately, this time they encountered a fighting style that was ahead of its time.

The defending forces had no intention of using traditional suicide bombings; instead, they used the bazooka, the bane of tanks.

Yang Yan aimed carefully and decisively pulled the trigger. The rocket launcher, trailing a long plume of flame, headed straight for the tank and hit it accurately to the side.

The rocket easily tore through the side armor of the bean-shaped tank, penetrated the interior, and exploded, instantly igniting the tank and setting it ablaze with thick smoke.

All the crew members inside the vehicle were killed in the explosion; the vehicle was destroyed and everyone was killed.

Sergeant Nishiomura witnessed this horrific scene and was so frightened that his legs went weak. He rolled to the side and back to get away from the danger zone.

The squad leader, lacking this awareness, screamed in terror:

"Enemy attack!"

A 7.62mm bullet struck him in the head. The sniper, Qi Hua, shot him. The squad leader's knife exposed his identity. He paid the price for his arrogance and ignorance. This is the price of a rookie's growth.

One after another, the tanks were blown up. The Japanese soldiers finally noticed the abnormality and hurriedly fired forward. Although they failed to hit the target, they did so to embolden themselves and exposed themselves to sniper fire.

Qi Hua fired another shot, hitting the machine gun precisely, and then nimbly retreated back into cover, as if he had never been there.

The company commander leading the attack finally noticed something amiss and broke out in a cold sweat. He discovered that the enemy was equipped with a large number of anti-tank guns and couldn't help but ask the burning question:

"Is this still the beggar-like Chinese person?"

"There's an ambush! Retreat quickly!"

He no longer cared about his own safety. In the Japanese invasion, tanks, which consumed a large amount of steel and resources, were far more important than cheap soldiers.

The Chinese were incredibly efficient at destroying tanks; in just a few breaths, they lost seven, and the remaining five were also doomed.

The infantry accompanying the attack panicked; they tried to use their bodies to block the approaching rockets and save the remaining tanks.

The second company commander decisively ordered to open fire. A dense hail of bullets rained down on the Japanese soldiers, sweeping them down in droves until they disappeared from sight.

"Baka yarou, thrust at me!"

The company commander, brandishing his saber, drove his soldiers to crawl out of the anti-tank ditch and charge towards the defending positions. Even without tanks, they were determined to fight to the death.

The second company commander decided to grant the Japanese's request and use a network of machine gun fire to block them, ensuring they would die close to him.

The Japanese infantry was completely suppressed, and the tanks became sitting ducks. On average, two to three rockets could destroy a tank. Even though the tanks were not considered good in the European and American battlefields, they could roam freely in China.

Now these iron turtles are in trouble. Ahead lies an anti-tank ditch. Learning from past mistakes, the Japanese tanks behind them are terrified and try to escape, but they are still shot down by the relentless rocket launcher soldiers.

They rarely encountered Japanese tanks, and there weren't enough for everyone to share.

Seeing that his most valuable tank group had been completely destroyed, the company commander was filled with despair. He raised his saber and launched a desperate charge, only to be riddled with machine gun bullets.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were terrified and turned to flee for their lives. All of this was observed by Yukio Nasu, the commander of the 59th Infantry Regiment.

After sending out his tank squadron, he was prepared to watch a good show, but what he saw was the Empire's proud Type 94 light tanks being easily destroyed by the defenders' anti-tank guns.

"Damn it, what kind of anti-tank gun is that? Do the Chinese have advanced man-portable anti-tank guns?"

Colonel Nasu was startled by his own wildly imaginative idea; such an anti-tank gun was something that not only Japan, but even the Western superpowers did not have.

It's impossible for a Chinese person to have that!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Senior staff officer Yuta Imai of the regiment said with a dark face:

"This should be a large-caliber anti-tank rifle, which the Chinese imported from Germany. There probably weren't many of them."

"Damn it, these foreigners have no conscience at all. Sooner or later the Empire will make these arrogant Westerners pay the price."

Major Imai had studied briefly in Germany and his knowledge far surpassed that of Colonel Nasu, who was a complete bumpkin who only knew how to curse and insult the Germans.

Major Imai wisely kept his mouth shut. He had witnessed the true industrial power of Germany, and realized that the industrial capabilities of his small country were simply insignificant. They could only bully the agricultural people of China in the East.

The remaining Japanese soldiers hastily retreated, leaving behind all twelve tanks and half a company of infantry.

Colonel Nasu was so angry that he cursed them as trash and wished he could shoot them with a machine gun.

Major Imai changed the subject, saying in a deep voice:

"Commander, the Chinese seem to be prepared. That trench is a significant obstacle for the infantry. Let's wait until the artillery is ready before engaging in battle!"

Colonel Nasu stubbornly insisted:

"Then let the Chinese live a little longer, and let those artillery bastards speed things up. I can't wait to send the Chinese to hell!"

Major Imai bowed and accepted the order. After being hit hard, the Japanese soldiers, from the regimental commander down, took the situation seriously and no longer underestimated the enemy.

The company and platoon leaders of the 644th Regiment also knew that the real test was about to begin, so they all blew their iron whistles and shouted to their brothers to take cover from the artillery fire.

The soldiers were also very self-aware; they had long since developed muscle memory for it and would consciously crawl into the anti-artillery bunker, leaving only the guards behind.

The Japanese artillery shells arrived as scheduled, more than twenty of them, large and small. This was before they even used their heavy artillery, and their power was astonishing.

The 644th Regiment did not let them get away with their arrogance. The regimental artillery company launched a counterattack with more than a dozen artillery pieces, striking back after the enemy had acted. In the first three rounds, they destroyed four Japanese artillery pieces.

After firing six rounds, we moved to a different position to prevent the Japanese from getting bogged down.

Enraged by the artillery company's blunder, Colonel Nasu roared and ordered the guns to be turned around and fired at the artillery company's position. A dozen or so rounds of shells rained down, blasting the artillery company's position to smithereens.

The artillery company commander couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. If they hadn't moved in time, it would have been lucky if even 30% of them had survived.

Zhao Yunwen could actually provide them with artillery coordinates, but that would be detrimental to the artillerymen's development; he couldn't be a babysitter forever.

As the military grows larger, whether it's artillery, reconnaissance, or infantry, they all need to hone their skills in actual combat. Zhao Yunwen can't remain a micro-management master forever; he only uses the minimap at the most crucial moments, and so does the system.

The 107th Division must also have the ability to deal with crises on its own. Only in this way can a large number of commanders with rich combat experience be trained.

With the artillery pinning them down, the Japanese artillery fire was significantly reduced. The presence of the artillery company was like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, forcing them to treat it with utmost caution.

After an unknown amount of time, the shelling finally ended. The Japanese battalion commander drew his sword forward and roared:

"Warriors, charge!"