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

At the 22nd Regiment headquarters, Toshio Muraji's brows furrowed deeply. The detachment had been dispatched for a day, and judging by the time, there should be progress.

The main force made no progress in the frontal attack. Although they captured the outer positions, those positions were voluntarily ceded by the defending troops.

They couldn't even get close to the core villages, and every attack ended in failure. Ammunition, personnel, and supplies were consumed in huge quantities, turning the area into a bloody meat grinder similar to Luodian.

Major Yoshida walked in with a gloomy face, holding a telegram in his hand, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.

Toshio Muraji shouted coldly:

"Speak your mind. This is a war of annihilation; the Imperial Army can withstand minor setbacks!"

Yoshida's spirits lifted. Indeed, they were currently attacking China's largest city, and encountering resistance was normal.

"Commander, a message from the Miura Battalion: they have encountered fierce resistance from the main force of the security regiment, suffering heavy casualties and losing their opportunity to engage in battle."

Toshio Muraji was instantly enraged and roared:

"Baka yarou, their main force is also there, so is the front line just a flanking force?"

How many people are there in the security force in total?

"Speak—you're mute!"

Yoshida knew that discovering the problem was nothing; solving it was the key. He then said:

"Commander, this may well be an opportunity for the Imperial Army."

"The total strength of the security regiment cannot be faked, and Zhao Yunwen does not have the ability to conjure soldiers from beans. Since there are a large number of Chinese on the flank, the front line cannot exceed two thousand people."

After Major Yoshida finished speaking, he paused subconsciously and glanced at Toshio Muraji.

As a staff officer, one must be able to read between the lines.

Muraji Toshio's expression indeed improved considerably, gesturing for him to continue.

Seeing that he had found the correct pulse, Yoshida continued:

"The 2000 men held off the Imperial Army for two days, but they were already at their last gasp."

The Miyamoto Battalion has reached its limit; it would be better to intensify the offensive and finish them off in one decisive battle.

Major Yoshida stopped at just the right moment; he couldn't make a definitive statement, and the decision still had to be made by Toshio Muraji.

In fact, Toshio Muraji had no other choice. He had made a pledge to the division commander, and time was running out for him.

Soon, Toshio Muraji made up his mind:

"Yoshida-kun, request the division headquarters to prepare artillery fire again. The general offensive will be scheduled for 2:00 PM."

Two battalions launched a full-scale attack, ending the battle before nightfall!

"Tell you all, the time has come to serve His Majesty the Emperor; success or failure hinges on this!"

At the field command post of the Second Security Regiment, Zhao Yunwen could feel the murderous aura of the Japanese soldiers even from a great distance.

As a veteran, he was able to sense the crisis on the battlefield; a storm was brewing!

"Commander, something's not right. The Japanese seem to be planning something big."

Yao Zhiqing's face showed no worry, but rather was full of anticipation.

The thought of a major battle made Yao Zhiqing restless and eager to try; this is the innate fighting spirit of the Chinese people.

Zhao Yunwen said in a deep voice:

"If he wants war, then let's fight!"

"Chief of Staff Lu, notify all units to prepare for battle. The Japanese like to gamble big; they might just bet everything they have."

Our response can be summed up in one word—war!

Lu Ping raised his arms and called out:

"war!"

The crowd echoed in unison:

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The shouts resounded through the sky, and Toshio Muraji felt offended, so he responded directly and forcefully:

"You idiot, you're courting death—fire!"

The Japanese once again deployed their divisional artillery, and Yamamuro Munetake gave Muraji Toshio face by deploying two mountain artillery battalions.

Twenty-four 75mm mountain guns bombarded the security regiment's position relentlessly. Rows of shells rained down from the sky, and the smoke and dust obscured the sun, making the air itself seem to burn.

Zhao Mancang huddled inside the artillery shelter, his eyes calm as still water. His hands gently caressed the 4x scope. After lending it to Shi Laishun for a day, his "wife" was back in his arms.

Shi Laishun glanced at the 4x scope in Zhao Mancang's hand and subconsciously swallowed. He had always longed to have his own scope.

The company commander had promised that if he killed another 10 Japanese soldiers, he would be rewarded.

"Damn it, they keep bombing like this!"

"Get up here now, I'm going to kill you all."

Shi Laishun was muttering to himself to relieve his stress. His biggest fear was that a shell would fall on his head and all his ambitions would be shattered.

He didn't want to die because he didn't have a "wife" of his own yet.

After an unknown amount of time, the class monitor roared:

"Those bastards are up here! Come and kill the Japanese devils with me!"

The squad leader was the first to rush out, followed closely by Shi Laishun, who was afraid that the Japanese soldiers would be robbed of everything.

After emerging from the artillery shelter, Shi Laishun was dumbfounded. The position had been ravaged beyond recognition, with numerous trenches leveled and countless brothers buried deep within them.

"Tap tap tap..."

"Tap tap tap!"

Gunfire erupted from the position like popping beans; the surviving machine guns were already firing, spraying bullets of revenge at the Japanese soldiers.

Not to be outdone, Shi Laishun raised his hand and knocked down an arrogant Japanese soldier.

The Japanese soldiers of the 11th Division were always arrogant and did not bother to hide their heads or tails when charging. They charged straight toward the Second Battalion's position with murderous intent.

After achieving a successful start, Shi Laishun quickly pulled the bolt, chambered a bullet, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion.

Second victory secured!

"Tap tap tap..."

A volley of 7.7mm bullets, blazing with intense heat, flew past Shi Laishun's helmet, giving him a fright.

He just almost bumped right into death.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Japanese machine guns were thrown into the air, and the battalion's mortar group displayed its might, giving the Japanese a painful lesson.

The Japanese infantry guns, rapid-fire guns, and mountain guns were also busy, constantly bombarding the defending troops' positions and sending machine guns flying.

Battles are never one-sided; both sides give it their all, and casualties rise sharply.

It requires not only skill, but also a bit of luck.

Shi Laishun has always been lucky; even the King of Hell would avoid him.

In a short period of time, he killed five Japanese soldiers and escaped death twice.

"Five more!"

Shi Laishun took out a 5-round clip, deftly loaded the bullets into the magazine, and then threw himself back into the battle to complete the mission.

Inside the regimental field command post, Zhao Yunwen couldn't stay still any longer. He rushed out of his bunker, glaring intently at the Japanese soldiers, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Lupin followed him closely, ready to relay new orders at any moment.

"Chief of Staff Lu, there are too many Japanese soldiers. They are fighting like madmen."

"Order the artillery battalion to point their cannons at the densest concentration of Japanese soldiers and bombard them!"

"Order the First Battalion to reinforce the Third Battalion! Hold the line!"

Yao Zhiqing, his eyes bloodshot, volunteered for the battle:

"What about us? We can't let the main players eat big bowls of meat while not even letting us have a sip of soup!"

Zhao Yunwen coldly shouted:

"Stay put and you'll have your turn to enjoy the good life."

The Japanese almost went all in, committing two infantry battalions and all their artillery to the battle. The security regiment also sent its reserve battalion to fill the gap, leaving only reinforcements.

That was Zhao Yunwen's last card.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Boom boom boom..."

The artillery battalion's six Schneider mountain guns began to unleash their power, firing twelve rounds in one go, which was going to kill the Japanese...