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

Twelve rounds of concentrated fire left Japanese soldiers lying dead all over the field, but the roar of the artillery battalion also provoked a frenzied retaliation of Japanese artillery fire.

Battles are never one-sided massacres; these cunning Japanese devils had already laid a trap!

A volley of scorching shells ripped through the sky, hurtling straight toward the artillery position. Zhao Yunwen's heart clenched instantly, leaping into his throat...

"Boom boom boom—!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, Zhao Yunwen felt his heart bleed. He had spent his days hunting geese, only to have one pecked at his eye!

The Japanese soldiers' ambush was surprisingly accurate, hitting the artillery battalion precisely and destroying a Schneider 75mm mountain gun on the spot.

What worried him even more was the loss of more than ten soldiers—all of whom were artillery technicians trained by the security regiment for several years. These promising soldiers were more valuable than ten cannons!

After firing twelve rounds, the artillery battalion quickly moved away, moving at top speed, but they were still a step too slow.

Zhao Yunwen broke out in a cold sweat: the Japanese could accurately predict the artillery battalion's transfer route. This opponent was far more troublesome than he had imagined!

He grabbed the communications soldier's microphone and sternly gave the order:

"From now on, we'll move around after each three-wheeled vehicle! We'll disperse our positions, each artillery group will fight independently, and we'll never give the Japanese a chance to concentrate their fire!"

Only by being extremely cautious can we protect the Lu family mansion and the villagers behind it.

The second round of shells followed, completely covering the old artillery positions. Fortunately, the evacuation was timely, preventing a catastrophic disaster.

The artillery battalion temporarily ceased fire, but the Japanese became even more arrogant, and their artillery fire instantly turned on the infantry positions at Lujiazhai. Debris flew everywhere, and the casualties among the soldiers increased sharply.

The 22nd Regiment's offensive came wave after wave. The Japanese soldiers charged wildly with their Type 38 rifles, but our soldiers held them off under heavy fire. They fought with bayonets drawn, refusing to give an inch. The battlefield was piled high with corpses and rivers of blood!

Zhao Yunwen's eyes widened in fury, and he roared in anger:

"Artillery battalion, keep firing! Don't let a small loss lead to a bigger battle! Bomb the Japanese infantry, shatter their charging formation!"

Under strict orders, the entire regiment unleashed its heavy firepower—Schneider mountain guns, Type 92 infantry guns, and Type 20 mortars roared in unison, raining down shells on the enemy ranks. Japanese infantrymen fell in droves, and the charge was instantly torn apart!

Toshio Murakami was completely shocked. He had never seen the Nationalist army have such fierce firepower. The mass charge of his infantry was simply suicide!

Even though the Japanese divisional artillery had a longer range and greater power, it could not stop the frontline infantry from being bombarded repeatedly; while the security regiment's artillery was as slippery as an eel, never engaging in direct confrontation, firing in rotation and then moving to a different location, rendering the Japanese artillery fire completely useless.

The Japanese troops' initial three-pronged attack completely missed its mark, and their offensive was firmly contained. Not only did they fail to break through the defenses, but they also suffered heavy casualties. The battle at Lujiazhai turned into a second Luodian, resulting in a stalemate.

Muraji Toshio deployed all the troops he could, but the Japanese army's focus was ultimately on Luodian, and the support they could provide to the 22nd Regiment was already exhausted.

Inside Lujiazhai Village, the 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company retreated to the streets and alleys, engaging in a brutal house-to-house and alley-to-alley battle with the Japanese.

Shi Laishun leaned against the broken wall, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He had already killed nine enemies.

He quickly spotted a Japanese officer hiding in a blind spot, but his two shots were blocked by cover, the bullets grazing the corner of the wall and flying far away.

Just as he was about to crouch down and change firing positions, he suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the Japanese officer had poked half his head out—it was during a reload! A perfect opportunity!

If he can kill this officer, he can fulfill his promise to the company commander and get the scope reward he has been longing for.

The opportunity was fleeting, and Shi Laishun decisively pulled the trigger. With a gunshot, the Japanese officer fell to the ground.

"Ten!"

Just as a smile appeared on his lips, a flash of fire suddenly appeared to his side!

"Bang—!"

The bullet pierced through the helmet and precisely entered Shi Laishun's temple. The smile instantly froze on Shi Laishun's face as he fell straight down.

Zhao Mancang was not far away when he witnessed his comrade fall. His eyes were bloodshot with rage. In an instant, he locked onto the hiding place of the Japanese sniper—that Japanese soldier was also wearing a scope!

There was no time for grief; the blood feud had to be avenged on the spot! But the cunning Japanese soldier had already retreated into his bunker and disappeared without a trace.

This sniper is Lieutenant Makoto Sasaki, who received professional sniper training in Germany and considers himself to be an unparalleled marksman.

Killing Shi Laishun was a trivial matter to him. If Shi Laishun hadn't tried to kill the Japanese squad leader twice, he wouldn't have even noticed him.

Rivals are enemies, and in Sasaki's eyes, this Chinese gunman must die!

He had anticipated that Shi Laishun would fire again, and even deliberately used the lieutenant as bait. Just as Shi Laishun pulled the trigger, his bullet was fired at the same time.

After dealing with Shi Laishun, Sasaki set his sights on a 60mm mortar team 500 meters away. The longer the distance, the more excited he became—he wanted to show these Chinese what professional sniping skills were!

The gunner of this mortar crew was none other than Wu Anbang, a renowned sharpshooter in the entire regiment, who never missed a shot within 600 meters.

He had just taken down a Japanese light machine gun when he looked up and saw the 37mm rapid-fire cannon ravaging the streets—this cannon had already destroyed two houses, and the machine gunners hiding inside were probably already dead.

In urban warfare, rapid-fire artillery is the executioner; it must not be spared!

Wu Anbang quickly measured the distance with a thumbs up, adjusted the firing angle, took the shell handed to him by the assistant gunner, and shoved it into the cannon barrel.

Sasaki, behind the cover, curled his lips into a sinister smile. In his eyes, Wu Anbang was already a dead man.

He never misses a moving target 500 meters away. In order not to reveal his position, he even deliberately waits until the shell lands before firing—the explosion will perfectly cover his gunshot.

A sniper only ever has eyes for his target; the fate of the rapid-fire gun crew is none of his concern.

"boom!"

The shells hit their mark precisely, and the Japanese rapid-fire artillery unit was wiped out instantly.

Almost simultaneously, gunshots rang out!

"clang--!"

Wu Anbang's helmet was instantly blown off. He instinctively turned his head to the side. At the critical moment, the bullet grazed the side of the helmet. Due to the off-center point of impact, it failed to penetrate!

Sasaki, hiding behind cover, slammed his fist into the ground, his face full of frustration.

But the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was filled with fear and disbelief—in the scope, a crosshair was locked on his head!

In this world, there are actually people who can treat him as prey!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Mancang pulled the trigger. A gunshot rang out, and Sasaki died instantly. But there was no joy on Zhao Mancang's face. He knelt down and picked up Shi Laishun's cold body. Even killing 100 Sasakis wouldn't bring back his comrade!

The street fighting between the enemy and our side lasted for several hours. Both sides were exhausted and sacrifices were everywhere. Every inch of the Lu family mansion was soaked in blood.

Inside the command post, Zhao Yunwen stood by the window, gazing at the blood-soaked battlefield outside. His knuckles tapped rapidly on the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on the sky. He was waiting, waiting for the perfect opportunity to launch a counterattack!

As the sun sets and dusk deepens, night is quietly descending—this is the perfect time for a night battle!

Both sides were bloodthirsty and neither was willing or able to retreat. In this battle, either one side would fall or the other would be routed.

"Commander! I volunteer for battle!"

Yao Zhiqing strode into the command post, his voice hoarse, but his eyes burned with an overwhelming fighting spirit that he could no longer suppress.

Zhao Yunwen glanced down at his watch. The hands were ticking, and there was at most half an hour before it got completely dark—the time to counterattack had come!

Good steel should be used where it's needed most; the replenishment battalion, this fresh force, has finally come into its own. This time, without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly raised his hand and shouted sharply:

"Lupin, set your watch! In 10 minutes, have the bugler sound the charge!"

"Attack! I'm going to take the initiative and attack!"

"The reinforcement battalion will lead the charge, and the entire regiment will be deployed! We will not retreat until the Japanese are defeated!"

He turned to look at Yao Zhiqing, his gaze sharp: "Yao Zhiqing, I'll give you ten minutes to prepare, is that enough?"

Yao Zhiqing, his eyes bloodshot, roared excitedly, "Enough! Supplementary battalion, be ready at any moment!"

On the other side, at the headquarters of the 22nd Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army, Toshio Muraji's face was so gloomy it could drip water. He never expected that a small Lu family mansion and a security regiment could withstand him for so long, their tenacity far exceeding his imagination!

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no choice but to release it! He abruptly turned to look at Major Yoshida:

"Yoshida-kun, how many brave warriors can the regimental headquarters spare?"

Major Yoshida replied in a deep voice:

"We gathered all the supply troops, lightly wounded soldiers, and miscellaneous personnel, but the total number was less than 500!"

Like a gambler who's lost everything, Toshio Muraji, having just touched his last chip, didn't bother to think and slammed his fist on the table:

"Yoshida-kun, that's enough! This is the last straw that broke the camel's back!"

"I'm handing them over to you. Charge in and slaughter all the Chinese!" A ruthless red light flashed in his eyes as he spoke, each word distinct and clear.

"Remember, Zhao Yunwen—alive! I want to skin him alive with my own hands to vent my hatred!"

Major Yoshida slammed his head down and roared, "Hey!"

When he looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot, like a bloodthirsty beast that had been enraged, and he turned around to lead his team into battle.

But at that moment, Toshio Muraji's expression suddenly changed, his blood rushed to his head, and he almost collapsed. He grabbed Yoshida's arm tightly, his voice trembling:

"Yoshida-kun, listen! What's that sound?! It's a bugle call! The Chinese's charge!"

Outside the Lu family's command post, Zhao Yunwen suddenly raised his hand holding the command sword high, the blade reflecting the twilight. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he roared fiercely:

"Blow it! Blow it as loud as you can! Let these little devils hear what the bugle call of China is like! What the iron-blooded sons of China are like!"