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

Just as the Japanese artillery was firing with great gusto, an even more piercing shriek suddenly rang out overhead.

Before Toshio Muraji could react, the security regiment's shells rained down on him.

"Enemy attack! Quick, evacuate immediately!"

Murashige Toshio's face turned ashen, and he screamed in shock.

The Schneider mountain gun had a range of 9,300 meters, high accuracy, and terrifying power; a single shell had a kill radius of over 30 meters.

One explosion and a huge area is destroyed!

The command post and artillery positions of the 22nd Infantry Regiment were all within the range of the Security Regiment's artillery.

He didn't want to follow in Anda Twenty-Three's footsteps, dying before the holy war could even begin, and being wiped out in one fell swoop.

The artillery barrage arrived as expected, hitting the Japanese artillery positions precisely, with two shells landing directly in the center of the gun emplacements.

Boom—!

The violent explosion instantly sent flames and dust flying everywhere. A 75mm mountain gun was blown to pieces on the spot, and more than ten artillerymen around it were torn apart by the shockwave and shrapnel before they could even scream.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were terrified and frantically dragged the cannons away.

Japan was resource-poor, and artillery was far more valuable than the lives of its soldiers. Even knowing that the next round of shelling was imminent, the artillerymen still frantically grabbed for cannons, valuing money over their lives.

The gap of a dozen seconds is fleeting.

The second round of shells arrived as scheduled, once again engulfing the entire artillery position.

The third, fourth, and so on, until the sixth round of rapid firing was completed, the Japanese artillery positions had already been plowed through several times, with scorched earth, broken iron, and severed limbs scattered everywhere, a truly horrific sight.

Murachi Toshio, who had just fled the command post in a disheveled state, was stunned and felt a chill run down his spine.

The enemy only attacked the artillery positions from beginning to end, completely ignoring his regimental command post.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

"Commander!"

Yoshida Katsu, his face covered in dust and his voice trembling, reported the battle damage:

"Three of the four mountain guns were destroyed, and the entire mountain gun company was almost wiped out... If the rapid-fire gun company hadn't been deployed separately, the losses would have been even greater!"

This report was like rubbing salt into a wound; Toshio Muraji was trembling with rage and burst into curses:

"You idiots! A bunch of useless trash!"

"spendthrift!"

"Is this how you show loyalty to the Emperor?!"

Yoshida Katsumi, steeling himself, tried to persuade him:

"The Chinese are cunning, and Zhao Yunwen is even more ruthless. They possess long-range heavy artillery, and the regimental command post is no longer safe. We must retreat several kilometers immediately."

"You idiot, Yoshida, you're not a true samurai!"

Murashige Toshio's pride was brutally trampled upon, and he flew into a rage, roaring hoarsely:

"Why would I be afraid of a good-for-nothing like Zhao Yunwen!"

Major Yoshida quickly tried to salvage the situation in a low voice:

"Commander, please calm down. The Imperial Army is naturally fearless."

But your safety concerns the honor and disgrace of the entire 22nd Regiment. Please reconsider.

Toshio Muraji's face turned pale and then red, and after a long silence, he finally admitted defeat:

"As you say, the command post will retreat five kilometers!"

In an attempt to salvage the last shred of his dignity, he suddenly drew his command sword and roared fiercely:

"Immediately request tactical guidance from division headquarters! Call in naval gun support!"

I'm going to erase the Lu family mansion from the map!

Shortly after the telegram requesting assistance was sent, the naval gunfire arrived as expected.

Unlike the short, sharp whistles of army mountain artillery, the sound of warship heavy artillery cutting through the air is dull and heavy, like a hole being torn open in the sky, pressing down on people's chests as it approaches.

The earth seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer.

boom--!!

A large-caliber shell landed dozens of meters behind the position, sending soil and gravel flying several meters into the air before raining down on the ground.

Everyone's eardrums were ringing and their vision went black in waves.

Lin Yongwang huddled inside the bomb shelter, his back pressed tightly against the damp, cold earthen wall, his mouth unconsciously agape to relieve the excruciating pain in his eardrums.

His face was expressionless, he just squinted slightly, letting the falling dirt hit his helmet with a crackling sound.

At this point, fear is useless; it all comes down to luck.

A large-caliber shell hit the adjacent bunker directly, causing the thick layer of soil to collapse. Several short screams were instantly suffocated in the mud, and there was no more sound.

The tunnel was deathly silent.

Lin Yongwang remained expressionless, seemingly unaffected by the life-and-death situations outside. The brothers in the third squad either closed their eyes to rest or cleaned their weapons, remaining completely calm.

The dog in the corner was the only one who seemed out of place.

He was a defeated soldier gathered by the security regiment. He had fought many battles, but he had never experienced such a terrifying bombardment by naval guns.

His face was pale, his fingers were trembling, his eyes were unfocused, and his whole body was tense as if it were about to fall apart.

Despite his fear, he didn't shout or scream, but he stood out from the calm atmosphere around him.

Lin Yongwang glanced at him, then bent down and moved over:

Without saying a word, she reached out and pressed down hard on his shoulder, kneading it forcefully.

The force transmitted from the rough palm was steady and reliable.

The dog looked up, its Adam's apple bobbing.

"Stay put and don't move."

The dog took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

Fear is acceptable, but escape is not.

The artillery fire continued to roar overhead. No one spoke anymore; they were all waiting for the moment when the Japanese soldiers would charge forward, ready to take revenge with bullets and bayonets.

After an unknown amount of time, the artillery fire began to spread, followed by a dense array of Japanese infantry.

They practically charged onto the Second Battalion's position right on the artillery barrage, demonstrating textbook-perfect infantry-artillery coordination.

Every move the Japanese soldiers made was being monitored by Zhao Yunwen on his minimap.

In order to buy time for the brothers of the Second Battalion, he decisively ordered the artillery to intercept them with fire, and the machine gun positions also roared in time, killing the Japanese soldiers and causing them to fall to their knees.

The Japanese offensive rhythm was disrupted, and the brothers of the Second Battalion seized this rare opportunity to fire wildly.

60mm mortars, Browning automatic rifles, submachine guns, rifles, and hand grenades—all kinds of light and heavy firepower were directed at the Japanese, effectively suppressing their offensive.

Zhao Yunwen was never one to passively take a beating; in a close encounter, the brave would prevail, and he would fight fire with fire.

"Bugler, sound the charge—counter-offensive!"

The bugler was stunned for a moment, then reacted, excitedly ran to a conspicuous spot, puffed out his cheeks, and blew the bugle call to attack.

The bugle call is the order; charge forward, for I am invincible!

The brothers of the Second Battalion were the first to rush out of the trenches and charge at the Japanese like tigers descending from the mountain.

Lin Yongwang charged ahead with his gun, with Gouzi and Tiedan guarding his flanks. The three of them were like a sharp sword, fiercely stabbing at the Japanese soldiers.

The submachine gun in Lin Yongwang's hand was like the scythe of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Japanese soldiers.

The dog had a grenade pouch hanging around its neck, and it kept throwing grenades as it charged, making the Japanese soldiers scream in terror.

Tie Dan's rifle fired with precision, targeting any Japanese soldiers who slipped through the net. The three of them worked together very efficiently to kill the Japanese.

On their flanks, two other groups formed a "three-three" attack formation with them. The nine men fought with the momentum of dozens of men, scattering half of the Japanese squad.

Zhao Yunwen, seeing this with envy, grabbed a submachine gun and charged out as well.

Battalion Commander Yao Zhiqing shouted anxiously:

"Commander, you can't go up there—it's dangerous!"

Then he yelled at several guards:

"What are you all standing there for? Come with me to protect the commander!"