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

At Yangguji, the Japanese troops, attempting a flanking maneuver, kicked a steel plate – this was the core position of the 107th Division, a full-fledged infantry brigade.

An entire reinforced battalion of Japanese soldiers couldn't even break through the outer defenses. In just two rounds of attacks, they left behind three hundred corpses. This made Major Hoshino's face turn as black as charcoal, and he roared:

"You idiots! You can't even take a small village! You've completely disgraced the Imperial Army!"

The Japanese commanders grew increasingly anxious, realizing with horror that the Chinese encirclement was not easy to break; and with reinforcements slow to arrive, they were being drained of resources every day, essentially being bled dry until they died.

Major Hoshino decided to personally lead the charge, rallying his troops and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Warriors, the time has come to serve His Majesty the Emperor!"

"There is no retreat, only advance; anyone who dares to retreat will die!"

His Majesty the Emperor - It's okay! "

The Japanese soldiers below seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and they all shouted "Emperor, be it!" until their faces turned red.

"Attack!"

"Itaiya!"

Under the guidance of Major Hoshino's sword, thousands of Japanese soldiers launched a general attack on Yangguji from three directions: left, center, and right.

The reinforced artillery pieces continued to fire into the defenders' rear, their aggressive approach clearly indicating their desperation.

Brigade Commander Zhang Yi of the 322nd Brigade was watching the battle from afar. The offensive of thousands of Japanese soldiers did not arouse his interest much. His appetite had long been grown, and this number of men was really not enough to compete with.

Chief of Staff Lin Zheng leaned over and asked for instructions:

"Should we send in a few rounds of artillery fire?"

Zhang Yi nodded and said:

"Let's start with six rounds! Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."

"Commander, the pressure on the Twin Towers area is immense. Should we send reinforcements?"

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Yi said:

"Since the Japanese want Shuangtaji, let them have it. Telegraph Brigade Commander Wang to abandon the fight for the front-line positions and retreat to the core position in Zhenxi. Concentrate your forces and only hold the flank of Yangguji."

Although Lin Zheng didn't quite understand, he still carried out the order without question and strode off to notify the 324th Brigade.

For the 107th Division's defense line, the core is Yangguji. Shuangtaji can be abandoned. As long as Yangguji and Lanfeng are held, the Doihara Division will have no way to escape.

Zhang Yi's battle strategy was simple: to continuously wear down the Doihara Division, which was also Xue Boling's idea.

After adjusting the deployment, Zhang Yi once again picked up his binoculars and turned his gaze to the outer battlefield.

At this moment, the Japanese troops had advanced into the artillery blockade zone. The concentrated artillery roared, and more than twenty shells whistled into the enemy ranks, killing a large number of them.

Influenced by Zhao Yunwen, Zhang Yi also developed a perverse interest in watching Japanese soldiers being tortured and killed, the more bloody the scene, the better his appetite became.

Six rounds of shells were delivered in one minute, and hundreds of shells exploded among the Japanese troops, leaving limbs and broken bodies scattered everywhere. It was even more satisfying than watching fireworks during the Spring Festival.

The Japanese troops' formation was shattered and scattered, a chaotic mess, greatly reducing the impact.

Sergeant Fukuhara's face was covered in blood, and he felt nauseous and his stomach was churning. Just now, his friend had been torn to pieces by the shockwave, and a piece of his internal organs was stuck to his face.

The battlefield was far more brutal than he had imagined. He threw all thoughts of loyalty to the Emperor to the winds; all he wanted was to survive.

The Chinese artillery barrage had just ended, and before they could catch their breath, dozens of tongues of fire erupted from ahead. He instinctively dropped to the ground, and the scorching bullets grazed his helmet as they flew away.

Sergeant Fukuhara was lucky enough to escape with his life, but the other Japanese soldiers were not so fortunate. Those who reacted slowly became victims of gunfire, or lay on the ground struggling in pain, calling for help.

Nobody had time to care about them; on the battlefield, saving the living was the priority, and medical treatment had to wait until after the fighting was over.

The defending troops' firepower was too fierce; the Japanese soldiers were pinned to the ground and rubbed against the ground. Anyone who dared to resist was turned into a corpse.

Sergeant Fukuhara huddled in the pit, his head practically touching the ground, and that's how he managed to save his life.

On the battlefield, survival is always the top priority. There were at least four corpses around him, some still wriggling, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

The Japanese soldiers who had fallen to the ground opened fire in response, especially with their light and heavy machine guns, in an attempt to regain control of the situation.

Sergeant Fukuhara was like a venomous snake curled up in a pit, his vicious eyes fixed on the front, the muzzle of his gun slowly moving, cautiously searching for a target.

The light machine gun on his side and rear was different; it fired continuously, with tongues of fire of varying lengths constantly spitting out from its muzzle.

The machine gunner was firing with great enthusiasm when a mortar shell flew from the front, sending him and his gun flying, shrapnel flying everywhere, almost causing collateral damage.

The Japanese machine gun positions were being destroyed one after another. The Chinese mortars were giving them a lot of trouble. They were not only highly mobile, but also very accurate, as if they had eyes.

Sergeant Fukuhara finally fired the first bullet, wounding a garrison soldier. He was one of the best marksmen in the battalion, capable of hitting his target every time within a 300-meter range.

Chu Fan almost suffered a humiliating defeat. The bullet hit his left shoulder, but luckily it was only a penetrating bullet. If it had been a 7.62mm bullet, he would have been crippled even if he didn't die.

The spotter helped him apply the medicine, and he quickly returned to the fight; he had to kill the Japanese soldier who had wounded him. As a sniper in the fourth company, revenge could not be delayed overnight.

He had basically pinpointed Sergeant Fukuhara's hiding place, but the old Japanese soldier was very cunning, and Chu Fan hadn't been able to find an opportunity to fire his gun.

After exchanging fire for a while, Major Hoshino quickly lost patience. Time was not on his side, so he could only urge his soldiers to continue their charge.

Urged on by his squad leader, Sergeant Fukuhara reluctantly crawled out of the pit. He deliberately delayed for a moment, allowing the other Japanese soldiers to block his way.

Veterans all have ways to save their lives, some of them are shady, but they work.

Chu Fan did not fire his gun easily; he was waiting for an opportunity.

The Japanese soldiers advanced against the hail of bullets from the defending troops, advancing wave after wave, determined to fight to the last man.

Time was passing slowly, and Chu Fan had long since entered a state of complete absorption. The noisy battlefield seemed to stand still, and only Sergeant Fukuhara was his target.

Sergeant Fukuhara had no idea he was being targeted, and his courage grew. The Japanese soldier who stood in front of him was hit by a stray bullet.

When Chu Fan fired the shot, Sergeant Fukuhara could hardly believe he was so close to death; he regretted firing that shot.

Chu Fan exhaled a deep breath, his 31st, bringing him one step closer to becoming a silver-level sniper.

In Shuangtaji, the 50th Infantry Regiment Commander Toyama Noboru was in a much better mood. After a day of fierce attacks, the main assault force finally broke into the town.

The city's defenders abandoned two lines of defense in succession, marking a major breakthrough in the Shuangtaji defense line. Next up is Yangguji.

Colonel Toyama then ordered the main force to follow, and almost all three infantry battalions entered the town, leaving only one infantry company and one machine gun company around the regimental headquarters.

Suddenly, chaotic gunfire erupted from the depths of Shuangtaji. The Japanese troops were ambushed during their advance, and the two sides engaged in a fierce battle, freezing the smile on Colonel Toyama's face. It was far from time to celebrate.

The Japanese troops advanced from east to west, and the closer they got to the west of the town, the more troops they had to block them. Every step forward required heavy casualties.

Since the two sides were already locked in a fierce battle, the Japanese were hesitant to act rashly, and the firepower of their heavy artillery was greatly reduced. This was precisely Zhang Yi's tactical intention.

There are about three thousand well-equipped soldiers in the town, and they can hold off two battalions of Japanese troops without much trouble.

At the headquarters of the 14th Division, Kenji Doihara was no longer as composed as before. His beard was unkempt, and the battle in Lanfeng had slipped out of his control. The unexpected variable came from a small 107th Division.

"Utsunomiya-kun, has the Sakai squad made any progress yet?"

Chief of Staff Akihiro Utsunomiya quickly replied:

"Your Excellency, we have just received news that we have breached the Shuangtaji defense line, annihilated over three thousand enemy soldiers, and are now launching a pincer attack on Yangguji."

Kenji Doihara's expression softened slightly, and he continued to ask:

"Where's the Third Mixed Brigade? Why haven't they arrived at Yangguji yet?"

"Reporting to the division commander, they're almost there. They're attacking the 107th Division's last line of defense."

"Baka yarou, it's the 107th Division again! How many of them are there?"