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

Right flank, 22nd Infantry Regiment Field Command.

After the 11th Division's frontal offensive suffered repeated setbacks, it quickly adjusted its main attack direction, choosing the Lujiazhai area as the breakthrough point. Intelligence on the defending troops was already on the regimental commander's desk.

Battalion Commander Miura Ryoma, after scanning the intelligence, was brimming with confidence and immediately stepped forward to volunteer for battle:

"Commander, the enemy is just a small Chinese security regiment, easily defeated!"

"My Miura Battalion only needs one salvo to completely crush them!"

Before Regiment Commander Toshio Muraji could speak, Senior Staff Officer Major Katsuyoshi Yoshida quickly stepped forward to remind him:

"Commander, this security regiment is no ordinary local armed force. The 12th Infantry Regiment suffered a great loss at their hands!"

These words instantly piqued Toshio Muraji's interest.

Anda Twenty-Three, relying on his family's power, has always been arrogant. Now that he has suffered a setback, his old rival is naturally happy to watch the show.

Toshio Murajiro had a playful look on his face:

"Yoshida-kun, please speak freely. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

"The annihilation of the 12th Regiment was not caused by the elite 11th Division of China, but by this 2nd Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province."

The regiment has a total strength of over 3,000 men, equipped with several 20mm mortars, and is well-trained and has formidable combat capabilities.

The troupe leader, Zhao Yunwen, was a graduate of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy. He was widely regarded as an incompetent and useless person.

In retrospect, this person is extremely adept at concealing his abilities, and is treacherous and cunning; he should not be underestimated.

The Japanese soldiers present all showed disdain upon hearing this.

Ryoma Miura even directly scoffed:

"Yoshida-kun, you are all experts on China. How could a security regiment of three thousand men inflict such heavy damage on an Imperial Army regiment?"

Are you sure this isn't a fantasy?

His eyes blazed with fighting spirit:

"If the security force is really as powerful as the rumors say, I'd rather meet this overrated, useless leader!"

Toshio Muraji never took the security force seriously; he only wanted to see Adachi Juzo make a fool of himself. Seeing that Ryoma Miura had volunteered, he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Yoshi! Miura-kun's martial prowess is evident to all, so I'll entrust the first battle to you."

However, rumors may not be entirely unfounded, so remember not to be careless or underestimate your opponent!

"Yes, sir! Thank you for the guidance, Commander. I will do my utmost to annihilate the Chinese!"

Ryoma Miura, carrying his command sword, strode away menacingly.

Murashige Toshio immediately ordered a concentrated artillery barrage to launch a devastating bombardment on the area surrounding the Lu family residence.

In an instant, rows of shells whistled down, dust flew, and flames shot into the sky.

Numerous houses and field fortifications were destroyed, and a century of wealth was reduced to ashes.

At the Lujiazhai position, the soldiers of the Second Battalion had already retreated into the anti-artillery bunkers, silently enduring the ravages of artillery fire.

After days of bloody battles, they had long been accustomed to this hellish scene; no one panicked, and no one retreated.

Sergeant Lin Yongwang's injuries have basically healed. Having narrowly escaped death, he has long since become indifferent to life and death.

Shells whistled overhead, shaking the cave walls and causing dust to fall. He simply leaned against the wall, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed, not uttering a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the artillery fire began to spread.

Lin Yongwang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with cold light, and his aura changed abruptly.

"Check your weapons and ammunition, prepare for battle!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sharp, piercing whistle rang out from the position—a warning issued at great personal risk by the observation post.

Lin Yongwang grabbed a submachine gun, his roar making the entire bunker vibrate.

"The Japanese are coming up!"

"Come out with me and kill them!"

The Japanese offensive was extremely fierce, launching a deadly attack in the first round and skipping even probing attacks.

As Lin Yongwang watched the Japanese soldiers surge towards him like a tide, he felt his blood boiling—finally, he could avenge his family again.

The first to fire were several Browning medium machine guns, which opened fire fiercely from a distance, trying to kill as many Japanese soldiers as possible.

Lin Yongwang suppressed the urge to fire and quietly waited for the enemy to approach.

The submachine gun in his hand had a limited range, and firing it at long range was a complete waste of bullets.

The security regiment had a reasonable mix of long, medium, and short-range firepower, with each unit performing its duties. Long-range blockade was handled by the machine gun team, while the riflemen and submachine gunners patiently waited for the Japanese to approach.

The M1919 possessed extremely strong suppressive power and an almost abnormal firepower output, making it a nightmare for the Japanese army.

The 11th Division's famous mass charges were now tantamount to suicide missions.

Influenced by its first commander, Nogi Maresuke, the 11th Division has always been adept at using the "pig charge" tactic, which has proven effective time and again.

Ryoma Miura wanted to make a name for himself in front of the regimental commander, so he didn't play by the rules in the first round and directly launched a pig charge.

The so-called "pig charge" refers to dividing the attacking force into several or even more than ten waves, and launching a continuous assault like a herd of wild boars rooting up crops.

One wave is defeated, and the next wave immediately follows, using the relentless pressure and mountains of corpses and seas of blood to crush the will of the defenders.

Miura divided the more than 500 men into ten waves, each wave consisting of a small squad, to take turns attacking the Second Battalion's defense line.

The defenders fired their machine guns until they were burning hot, but they still couldn't stop the Japanese from getting closer, and the two sides were about to engage in close combat.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers come to his doorstep, Lin Yongwang excitedly roared:

"Brothers, beat them to a pulp!"

In an instant, the third squad opened fire at full power. Lin Yongwang's submachine gun fired several long bursts in succession, emptying its magazine in just a few breaths.

The area in front of the Second Battalion's position was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, yet the attacks continued wave after wave. The defenders were rapidly depleting their ammunition, with spent shell casings piling up at their feet.

Inside the security regiment's command post, Battalion Commander Yao Zhiqing said in a deep voice:

"The Japanese devils have gone mad. They're fighting like they're risking their lives. The Second Battalion is expending a huge amount of ammunition."

Zhao Yunwen said with great confidence:

"Zhiqing, don't worry about that. Our security team may not have much else, but we have plenty of bullets!"

Yao Zhiqing couldn't understand where Commander Zhao's confidence came from.

Domestically, even with money, equipment was extremely difficult to acquire. The great powers strictly controlled arms exports to China, and even the elite 98th Division couldn't guarantee a sufficient supply of ammunition.

The fighting style of the Second Security Regiment completely overturned Yao Zhiqing's understanding, and he gradually fell in love with this feeling.

Lin Yongwang had already emptied two magazines, and countless Japanese soldiers had died at his hands; he was in the midst of a fierce battle.

"Bang!"

A stray bullet instantly blew off his helmet, and Lin Yongwang felt his head buzzing. He was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank into the trench.

Lin Yongwang breathed a sigh of relief. After firing several rounds, he had already been spotted by the Japanese sharpshooters.

Having narrowly escaped death once again, Lin Yongwang became much more cautious, firing a burst of bullets and then moving to a new position, hoping only for his first shot to hit.

The Japanese army's heavy machine guns, infantry guns, and rapid-fire cannons poured down fire, and people on the position were constantly being hit and falling.

Perhaps it was the protection of his family in heaven, but Lin Yongwang escaped fatal blows several times, and his record continues to rise.

The Japanese army gradually became unable to hold out.

Ryoma Miura's hands trembled so much that he could barely hold the binoculars steady, and his lips quivered uncontrollably.

This was the thirteenth round of attacks, and each wave left behind a large number of corpses. After the remnants were gathered together, they had to be thrown into the next round of assault.

"Baka yarou! How can such a small security regiment possess such formidable firepower?"

Ryoma Miura is on the verge of a mental breakdown, now in a difficult situation.

The battalion adjutant whispered:

"Mr. Miura, the Chinese are extremely cunning. I suspect they are using elite forces disguised as a security regiment."

Let's retreat first!

Major Miura, seizing the opportunity, immediately ordered a halt to the attack and a retreat of his troops.

Moments later, the remnants of the Japanese army retreated like a tide, leaving behind a mess of excrement.

The soldiers of the Second Battalion did not pursue, but instead nimbly slipped into the artillery shelters to avoid the Japanese retaliation.

After returning to the bunker, Lin Yongwang coldly shouted:

"Let's start with me, count off!"

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

……

"10!"

After the vice-monitor finished reporting, he added:

"Tiezi is seriously injured and unconscious. He has been given medicine and is temporarily kept alive."

Lin Yongwang looked somber.

Two students were killed, one was seriously injured, and three were slightly injured, bringing the total number of casualties to nearly half.

This battle will not be easy.

"Take good care of Tiezi."

The Japanese soldiers are very skilled with guns, so be careful;

"Don't hold your head up, prick up your ears, and if you hear any artillery fire, immediately duck into the trenches!"

"Boom boom boom—"

"Boom boom boom!"

The Japanese artillery fire swept in again, attempting to regain the lost ground for the infantry.

Zhao Yunwen had no intention of letting the other party be so arrogant, and he coldly shouted:

"Lupin, notify the artillery battalion to fire a rapid-fire volley of six rounds, blast them to smithereens!"

Lupin excitedly accepted the order and left.

Yao Zhiqing's blood was ignited—it was finally the Japanese devils' turn to be bombed!