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

At the Second Battalion's position, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle. The courtyards, bamboo groves, and streams were filled with figures fighting, rolling, and roaring.

The organization had long been broken up, and it was all about groups of three to five people fighting to the death, with each group intertwined with the other, their strength locked in a fierce struggle.

"The security regiment's three-man system was perfect for this kind of chaotic battle. Their submachine guns were accurate and ruthless in short bursts, and their Mauser pistols were even more lethal when fired at close range. Their advantage in urban warfare was maximized."

A submachine gun squad relentlessly attacked more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, holding their own against them.

The Japanese soldiers thought they could rout the defenders once they stormed the position, but little did they know that this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

The security regiment fought with increasing tenacity and numbers. Zhao Yunwen led the reserve team into the fray, and the Japanese lines were on the verge of collapse.

Zhao Yunwen, carrying a submachine gun, moved swiftly and slowly through the broken walls and bamboo shadows.

His brow was furrowed, his eyes were cold and deep, and the muzzle of his gun was always pointed at the red dot jumping on the minimap.

He's like he's playing PUBG with the whole map on, he can see exactly where the enemy is and from where they're coming, and as soon as they show their face, he'll blast them away with a burst of bullets, and they'll fall to the ground instantly.

When Yao Zhiqing and his men rushed up, they happened to witness this scene.

His pupils contracted slightly, his face filled with shock and admiration, and he blurted out:

"Senior is awesome!"

After catching up in a few steps, Yao Zhiqing immediately shielded Zhao Yunwen in the middle, with two guards positioned on either side, forming a protective team.

Zhao Yunwen fought fiercely, but seeing that someone was there to cover him, he toned down his attacks, slowed his pace, and stopped charging forward, instead staying in the middle of the formation to hold the line.

With the addition of the reserve and supplementary battalions, the defending side's morale exploded.

The battle cries were deafening, and bullets rained down like a tide. The Japanese soldiers were driven back in defeat, and their corpses were piled up on the ground.

Major Miura's face turned a deep purplish-red as he brandished his command sword and roared wildly, hacking two fleeing soldiers to death in quick succession, his blade dripping with blood as he tried to regain his footing.

But the army was defeated like a landslide, and fear spread like a plague among the Japanese soldiers, unstoppable by anyone.

"Miura-kun, we've lost! Retreat quickly! It'll be too late if we wait any longer!"

The adjutant's face was covered in dust, and his voice was trembling.

Miura was seething with hatred, but he also knew that the situation was hopeless. The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and if they didn't leave soon, they would be surrounded.

He stomped his foot hard and roared:

"Baka yarou! I'll be back!"

After saying that, he turned and ran away, his bowed legs moving like wheels of fire.

Seeing this, the adjutant quickly fled, leading the communications soldier to follow closely behind.

Wang Guohua led the Second Battalion in pursuit for several miles until the shadows of Japanese reinforcements appeared in the distance, at which point he decisively raised his hand:

"Halt! Cross cover, retreat!"

The Japanese soldiers were utterly demoralized and dared not retaliate; they could only gather their remaining troops on the spot.

The Second Battalion retreated calmly back to the Lu family residence, taking the opportunity to clear out the wounded and stragglers scattered on the battlefield, carrying away their own wounded and fallen soldiers, and confiscating weapons and ammunition, retreating in an orderly and disciplined manner.

The First Battalion and the Supplementary Battalion were already positioned in the rear, providing support and rescuing the wounded.

Wang Guohua was covered in blood, his military uniform was tattered, and he exuded a murderous aura. As soon as he saw Zhao Yunwen, his brows furrowed, and his tone was firm and unyielding:

"Commander, why did you come up here in person?"

It's too dangerous here, return to command post immediately!

Zhao Yunwen knew that this would easily cause trouble for the brothers below, so he gave a few instructions and left the front line. If he wasn't worried about the Second Battalion suffering losses, he wouldn't have taken such a risk so easily.

He is not the one who charges into battle; commanders should stay in their positions and perform their duties.

When Zhao Yunwen and his men left, they took all the seriously wounded soldiers with them, which relieved the Second Battalion of its burden.

As for lightly wounded soldiers, there was no such thing as leaving the front line; they fought and recovered at the same time.

Fearing retaliation from the Japanese, Wang Guohua ordered his troops to immediately rebuild their fortifications and prepare for a new battle.

Wang Guohua overestimated the Japanese. Naval guns weren't always available; the navy wasn't the army's yes-man.

Large-caliber naval gun shells are extremely valuable, and gun barrels also have a limited lifespan. A cannon shot is worth a fortune, so how can you fire it casually?

Even division-level artillery support requires a report, and all of this takes time, enough for the Second Battalion to recover its position.

The retreat of the 22nd Regiment headquarters by five kilometers had already caused Toshio Muraji to lose face, and the Miura Battalion's defeat further enraged the old Japanese soldiers.

"Baka yarou, a disgrace to the Empire!"

Muraji Toshio swung his hand and slapped Major Miura across the face, turning his head into a pig's head.

"You idiot! How dare you come back alive? You've completely disgraced His Majesty!"

"Useless trash! You've squandered the honor of the Miura family!"

"Why didn't you die alongside the warriors!"

"Damn it, you're making me so angry..."

Colonel Muraji's spittle sprayed Major Miura's face, leaving the latter so humiliated he wanted to disappear into the ground, but he refused to commit seppuku.

Colonel Muraji is furious.

Colonel Muraji wished he could kill Major Miura with a single blow, but he didn't have the authority to do so; victory and defeat are common occurrences in war.

Senior staff officer Major Yoshida, seeing that the time was right, quickly stepped forward to help Major Miura out of the predicament, doing him a favor.

"Commander, no one expected that Zhao Yunwen would still have the strength to fight back, which has exposed his true strength."

Although Miura suffered a minor setback, he also inflicted heavy casualties on the Chinese, and the Imperial Army was not defeated.

Major Yoshida began reciting his winning theories again, and Toshio Muraji's expression softened slightly. He let out a cold snort.

"Yoshida-kun, the Imperial Army cannot be content with merely remaining undefeated; it must achieve a great victory!"

Yoshida, being very tactful, said:

"Hey, that's natural!"

"It has now been confirmed that Zhao Yunwen's security regiment is no less powerful than an ordinary brigade, and the Imperial Army can no longer hold back."

As the art of war says, "Use the orthodox to engage, and the unorthodox to win." Since the security forces have a strong defense at the Lu family residence, the Imperial Army will seek a breakthrough from the flank.

Murachi Toshio's expression had returned to normal. Although the loss of more than 300 people was painful, it was not a serious blow.

The 22nd Regiment still has 3 combat-ready soldiers; the advantage is on our side!

"Yoshida-kun, tell me your specific plan."

After receiving approval, Yoshida perked up and continued speaking while looking at the map:

"The northern route of the security force is Luodian, a sensitive location with tight security."

Although there are also Chinese on the southern front, there are large gaps in the middle, which can be easily penetrated and outflanked to attack the security regiment from the rear.

To tie down the main force of the security regiment, one battalion can launch a frontal assault, while another battalion can flank and outflank Zhao Yunwen's troops. This will surely defeat them.

Toshio Muraji nodded repeatedly, and Major Miura, seemingly seeing an opportunity, quickly volunteered:

"Commander, I am willing to lead the Miura Battalion to circle around to the rear of the Lu family mansion, attack them, crush the security regiment, and wash away our shame."

"Yoshi, Miura-kun, I'm so glad you can learn from your mistakes and improve."

"The Miyamoto Battalion will exert sufficient pressure on the security forces head-on. The rest is up to you. You absolutely cannot disappoint His Majesty again."

Toshio Muraji exaggerated the success or failure of the mission to an extreme degree, leaving Major Miura no way out.

The consequences of failing the locusts are severe; Miura Ryoma bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your kindness, Commander. Captain Miura will reclaim his honor on the battlefield."

Watching Major Miura leave, Toshio Muraji's smile vanished, and he coldly shouted:

"Yoshida-kun, order the Miyamoto Battalion to launch an immediate attack on the Lu family residence, with the rapid-fire artillery company and tank squads cooperating in the operation."

"Let the Chinese people feel the wrath of the Imperial Army!"