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

Lu Family Residence, Second Battalion Position

Zhao Mancang, a sniper in the third company, was carefully cleaning his scope in the trench. It was an imported original 4x scope, which was said to be worth half an acre of irrigated land.

Zhao Mancang usually treats her like his wife, and he is extremely gentle when taking care of her, which is completely different from his big and clumsy appearance.

Private Shi Laishun approached with a fawning smile and offered Zhao Mancang a can of luncheon meat, which was a valuable commodity in the security regiment.

Zhao Mancang subconsciously swallowed, looking at Shi Laishun warily, but did not reach out to take it.

Uncle Yunwen once said: "Those who offer unsolicited favors are either treacherous or thieves."

Zhao Mancang is a member of the Zhao family, and according to seniority, he should call Zhao Yunwen his uncle, but they are already beyond the fifth degree of kinship.

"Brother Mancang, here, this is mine. I've had an upset stomach lately and can't stand meat."

Nobody would believe that. This kid's eyes light up at the sight of meat; would he really give it away?

"Stone, just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush with me."

"Please accept this first, then I can start talking."

The two were recruits in the same year, so I had to give them that much face.

The luncheon meat was so tempting that Zhao Mancang simply accepted it: "Take it for now, I can always return it later."

Seeing that there was a chance, Shi Laishun immediately chuckled and said:

"Brother Mancang, can I use your treasure?"

Zhao Mancang instantly tucked the 4x scope into his pocket, his face hardening:

"You think you can touch my wife with just one can? Dream on."

He cursed fiercely, but he didn't return the can of food in his hand.

Shi Laishun gritted his teeth, pulled out another jar, and winced in pain.

"That's as many as possible!"

"Get out of here."

"Then... I'll owe you one more!"

Zhao Mancang considered it for a moment and reluctantly nodded:

"Alright, you can only use it for one day."

"make a deal!"

Shi Laishun was overjoyed and quickly stuffed all the canned food into the can.

I took a look with the 4x scope and was immediately amazed: the figures were clear at a distance of a kilometer or so, it was like having eyes that could see a thousand miles.

No wonder they treated their entire portfolio like their lifeline; three cans of food and they made a killing!

"Hey kid, go easy on me, or I'll skin you alive."

Zhao Mancang regretted it a little, but he was a man of his word, and he couldn't go back on his word.

Besides, there were still three cans of food left. Zhao Mancang eagerly opened the lids and devoured the food, completely embarrassing Zhao Yunwen.

Shi Laishun's mind was focused on the optical sights, which could clearly see a person's figure from a kilometer away. With the "long-range vision," he was confident that he could hit a target more than 500 meters away.

Suddenly his gaze was fixed, his pupils dilated instantly, and he screamed in terror:

"It's an iron turtle!"

"The Japanese devils are coming!"

"boom!"

The shells whistled through the air, tearing the sky apart, and landed less than two hundred meters in front of the position, instantly creating a deep crater.

"Damn it, it's a 105mm heavy artillery shell!"

Platoon leader Lu Chengye was a discerning man. He graduated from the ninth class of the Army Officer School and knew that this was the Japanese's calibration round. He was so frightened that he immediately blew his brass whistle.

Everyone scrambled into the nearest artillery shelters, while others took refuge in the foxholes on the flanks of the trenches.

Time is of the essence; saving lives is the priority.

Before everyone could take cover, a barrage of shells rained down, with two hitting the position, demonstrating a significant improvement in accuracy.

Shi Laishun had already hidden inside the artillery shelter. He was the first to notice the anomaly, and the 4x scope was his savior.

The shells landed around the area where he had been standing. The huge shockwave was enough to kill any living thing within a radius of tens of meters. Even Shi Laishun, who was hiding in the anti-artillery bunker, was shaken so badly that his nose bled.

My head is buzzing!

Shi Laishun held the rifle with the scope tightly in his arms, afraid of bumping or knocking it.

The heavy artillery battalion that launched the shelling at the Lujiazhai position had a total of four 105mm howitzers, which were reinforced by the headquarters for the 11th Division.

In addition, there are four 155mm cannons deployed in the Luodian direction, which is not enough for the Second Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province.

The 105mm howitzer was incredibly powerful, and with the addition of 12 75mm mountain guns, the Japanese had really gone all out for this artillery barrage.

Yamamuro Munetake gave the 22nd Regiment a lot of face, with only one request: they had to defeat the 2nd Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province.

Full of confidence, Toshio Muramasa boasted to Munetake Yamamuro that he would capture Zhao Yunwen alive.

Zhao Yunwen sneezed several times for no apparent reason, and couldn't help but curse:

"Which son of a bitch is eyeing me?"

Yao Zhiqing chimed in:

"Who else could it be but the Japanese devils?"

"Commander, you have quite a reputation among the Japanese. Judging by this commotion, it must be at least a 105mm heavy artillery."

Zhao Yunwen said with great dissatisfaction:

"Why would they even care about me, little Karami? Everyone knows I'm a complete loser."

They should go find Huang Weiwo next door; he's the real elite of the Whampoa Military Academy.

Yao Zhiqing couldn't help but laugh. Senior Zhao was good in every way, except that he was a loose tongue, loved to come up with new words, and liked to act like a know-it-all.

The nickname "Old Six" also came from Zhao Yunwen's mouth. Yao Zhiqing thought it was very apt, and he decided to learn from Senior Zhao and strive to become Old Six.

The best supplementary camp is one where everyone is a sixth-ranked individual.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Commander, the first class is truly full of hidden talents! Not to mention the Three Heroes and Three Tigers, even Senior Huang Weiwo is a prodigy, skilled in both literature and martial arts."

Zhao Yunwen quickly corrected him:

"No, the one who is both literate and skilled in martial arts is Li Mo'an, while Huang Wei is a professor."

Zhao Yunwen realized that Yao Zhiqing had been led astray by him, and even Tianjiao had appeared. He had almost blurted out "perpetual motion machine" just now.

Zhao Yunwen kept Yao Zhiqing by his side intentionally, mainly to deepen their understanding and strengthen their relationship.

The other battalion commanders were all trained by him and were deeply influenced by his tactical system. They were people who shared the same ideals.

If Yao Zhiqing cannot integrate into the system, his position in the core team will not be high in the future, and he will not be able to enter the first tier.

Zhao Yunwen wanted to realize his lofty ambitions, so he had to cultivate a core team, and Yao Zhiqing was the person he had his eye on.

There was also a deputy regimental commander named Xie who guarded the Sihang Warehouse.

"Commander, look! The Japanese have launched a ground attack! They have tanks!"

Yao Zhiqing was startled, and Zhao Yunwen snorted coldly:

"That's a tank? It's just a tiny little thing. In front of a rocket launcher, it's just a moving coffin."

"Little bean sprouts?! That's quite an apt description. Can a rocket launcher really destroy them?"

Yao Zhiqing was clearly unsure of himself, and Zhao Yunwen felt offended again, his eyes widening in anger:

"Battalion Commander Yao, please change the question mark to an exclamation mark!"

"Don't even mention a little kid, even the Japanese's latest Type 95 light tank would be blown away with a single shot."

No matter how absurd Zhao Yunwen's words were, Yao Zhiqing believed them without question.

Senior Zhao is like Lü Duan, who was never confused about important matters.

In the distance, several bean-shaped tanks were charging menacingly toward the Second Battalion's position. Yao Zhiqing no longer had his previous worries; instead, he was full of anticipation.

On the front lines, happy Kui's heart was pounding. This was his first time facing the Iron Turtle head-on, and he was so nervous that his palms were sweaty.

Although the Type 94 light tank was just a "little bean" in Zhao Yunwen's words, it was an absolute force to be reckoned with on the Chinese battlefield.

happy Kui wasn't entirely sure himself, but he trusted his commander.

If the commander says it's okay, then it can't be wrong!

As the iron tortoise drew closer, happy Kui let out a long sigh of relief, aimed the dark muzzle of the bazooka at the Japanese soldier, and silently muttered to himself.

"You little devils, come any closer, or I'll send you back to your hometown!"

Unconsciously, happy Kui pulled the trigger, and the rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, headed straight for the Bean Tank.

Can it hit?

happy Kui's heart was in his throat...