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

In the Lu family compound, villages, fields, waterways, bamboo groves, and mud ponds, figures chasing and fighting each other can be seen everywhere.

They used rifles, bayonets, and even their teeth to kill their opponents. The battle was exceptionally fierce, and the resilience of the two Eastern peoples was fully demonstrated.

Zhao Yunwen stood at his command post on the high ground, holding binoculars and beginning "micro-management":

"The Third Company guards the river, the Fifth Company surrounds the bamboo forest, driving the Japanese into the mud!"

The officers and soldiers of the security regiment maintained excellent tactical skills, remaining organized and disciplined despite the chaos. They worked in groups of three with clear division of labor, resembling sophisticated killing machines.

In the chaotic battle, they not only did not fall behind, but also gained an advantage by being familiar with the terrain, resulting in far fewer casualties than the Japanese.

One-armed company commander Qin Hongtao, armed with a 3-round Mauser pistol, killed three people in a row. Two soldiers from the company headquarters guarded him on the left and right, forming a triangular attack formation. Many Japanese soldiers fell to their guns.

Fighting alongside them was another combat team of only 2 people. Of the 8-man company, 2 were killed and 1 was scattered.

All nine Japanese soldiers who fought against him were knocked to the ground, seven dead and two seriously wounded. Qin Hongtao was covered in blood, some from the Japanese and some from his own, as if a god of death had descended upon the world.

They had no time to finish off the enemy; Japanese soldiers were everywhere, and they could easily be shot in the back if they weren't careful.

Qin Hongtao had exhausted all his strength and was just about to rest for a moment when he faintly heard bugle calls behind him. His blood boiled, and he roared excitedly:

"Brothers, this is our reinforcement—the commander's bugle call! Charge with me... kill the Japanese devils!"

Everyone strained their ears, and sure enough, it was the familiar bugle call to charge. Their blood boiled instantly, and they shouted in unison:

"The commander is here! Kill the Japanese devils!"

The news spread like wildfire, and cheers and shouts of battle resounded through the sky.

The morale of the security regiment members soared, and they fought with increasing ferocity, completely overwhelming the Japanese.

As reinforcements poured into the Lu family compound, the Japanese troops' desperate attempt to maintain their balance was completely shattered. With their morale crushed, small-scale routs began to occur.

The fighting spirit of the first-class divisions was indeed formidable. Despite suffering more than half of their casualties and still holding on in dire straits, they also had their limits.

The thousands of men in the replenishment battalion were fresh troops, and their addition was enough to break through the Japanese army's critical point.

Devastation spreads like a plague; the collapse of an adult can happen in an instant, and so can the battlefield.

The Japanese army's defeat spread from isolated points to a broader scale, eventually becoming uncontrollable.

The security regiment fought with increasing ferocity, and Yao Zhiqing, wielding a submachine gun, fought with unbridled fervor, sweeping away the long-suppressed grief and indignation in Baoshan City.

From then on, Baoshan Camp ceased to exist; their bloodline had been completely integrated into the heroic collective of the Second Security Regiment.

With the complete defeat of the Japanese troops, the life-or-death struggle was no longer in doubt. The security regiment was in high spirits and killed the Japanese, leaving them in disarray and with many corpses.

Major Yoshida arrived late with 300 reinforcements, but they were routed by the fleeing soldiers before they could even engage in battle.

The army was defeated like a landslide, and the situation was hopeless. Yoshida could only flee for his life with the fleeing soldiers.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yunwen immediately issued an order:

"Don't chase them too far, or we'll be attacked by the Japanese."

"The replenishment battalion will stay behind to mop up the remaining enemy forces; the rest of you will advance and wipe out all of the Japanese heavy firepower!"

"You idiots, a bunch of useless trash!"

"The Imperial Army has completely lost face!"

Murachi Toshio mumbled incoherently, his face ashen, his eyes vacant, and his mind blank.

He lost this high-stakes gamble and was left with nothing but his underwear. What dignity could he possibly have?

Murachi Toshio slowly drew his military sword, preparing to commit seppuku to appease the locusts, but was stopped by the company commander who stayed behind to protect the regimental headquarters.

"Commander, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. The Chinese are attacking. We should retreat immediately."

"I have no face to see the division commander..."

The company commander, too lazy to listen to his nonsense, waved his hand, and two strong soldiers grabbed the thin Murachi Toshio from the left and right and ran away.

"You've put me in an unjust position!"

Murachi Toshio made a few symbolic struggles, then adjusted his position to be as comfortable as possible, allowing himself to be carried away.

He was forced into it.

The 22nd Regiment headquarters fled ahead of schedule, allowing Toshio Murashige to preserve his last shred of dignity.

The two infantry battalions that launched the frontal attack suffered heavy losses, while the Miura Battalion on the flank was also brought down.

The security force launched a full-scale counterattack, chasing the enemy for more than ten miles before stopping.

Wang Guohua, the second battalion commander who was at the forefront, was very experienced. He knew when to stop and ordered the battlefield to be cleaned up quickly.

Since the main force of the 11th Division was still intact, the soldiers of the security regiment were very restrained. They quickly cleaned up the battlefield and withdrew to the Lujiazhai position.

They controlled the situation with ease, giving the Japanese no chance to retaliate.

After finding Shi Laishun's body, Zhao Mancang carefully wiped the stains off his body, moving very gently, for fear of waking his good brother.

He removed the scope from his rifle and, along with a can of luncheon meat, gently placed it into Shi Laishun's arms.

"Stone, I know you've always wanted this scope. Now it's yours. Take it over there and fight the Japanese."

Zhao Yunwen, who was not far away, watched this scene quietly. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he raised his hand to wipe the gunpowder from the corner of his eye. No one saw the redness in his eyes—he was the regimental commander and could not cry, but he felt sorry for his brothers.

He then strode to the front of the formation, raised his head, and loudly gave the order:

"We all bid farewell to our fallen comrades."

"Attention! Salute!"

Everyone raised their hands in salute to their fallen comrades, bidding farewell to their comrades with whom they had spent so much time.

Although everyone's eyes were filled with tears, they all held them back from letting them fall.

The battlefield does not believe in tears.

"Brothers, wipe away your tears. This is a national war. If we don't fight, our country will perish and our race will be wiped out."

The Japanese devils didn't want us to submit; they wanted to seize our homes, kill all our parents and relatives, steal the last grain of food, and completely wipe out our nation. How could we agree to that?

Everyone clenched their fists, veins bulging on their necks, and roared in unison:

"No way!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Absolutely not!!!"

Zhao Yunwen waved his hand:

"Brothers, the Japanese devils are just like us, they have heads on their two shoulders, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"One bullet and the ball is dead!"

The 11th Division was the elite of the Japanese troops, yet we still managed to defeat them head-on at Lujiazhai.

"So what if they're elite? We're going to take on the elite!"

Everyone was greatly encouraged, and Yao Zhiqing raised his arm and shouted:

"Down with Japanese imperialism! Long live the War of Resistance!"

"We swear we will never be slaves of a conquered nation!"

"Let's fight the Japanese devils!"

"Kill all the Japanese devils, leave no one alive!"

……

Slogans rang out one after another, morale soared to unprecedented heights, and the desperate army was bound to win!

After burying his comrade's remains, Lu Ping handed the compiled battle report to Zhao Yunwen, who, after reading it, exclaimed loudly:

"Brothers, in the battle of Lujiazhai, our Second Security Regiment killed 2186 Japanese soldiers and severely damaged the 22nd Infantry Regiment."

More than 10 heavy artillery pieces were destroyed, and 7 artillery pieces, 2 rifles, and countless ammunition and supplies were captured.

"We've won!"

"Each person will be rewarded with five silver dollars, and those who sacrifice their lives will receive compensation according to regulations. Let's cheer to our hearts' content!"

The atmosphere at the scene was pushed to a climax. The soldiers were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that they would not even get paid after sacrificing their lives for the country.

The pensions for the Second Security Regiment were the highest among the Nationalist army, and they were all paid in silver dollars, not legal tender.

The regimental commander personally oversaw the process, ensuring that every dollar was delivered to the family, so that the martyrs would not shed tears after their blood had been spilled.

In Luodian, smoke and fire fill the air; a counterattack is about to begin.

The 18th Army lost its position for the fourth time. The 14th Division, as the general reserve, was ordered to retake it. Huang Weiwo's 67th Division suffered nearly half its casualties and was unable to shoulder this heavy responsibility.

The Japanese troops that captured Luodian were also a fresh force, the 43rd Infantry Regiment, strong and well-equipped, with high morale, and their firepower was even more brutal.

The 14th Division was not intimidated. Division Commander Huo Kuizhang personally took to the field, raising his submachine gun and shouting:

"Brothers, the Japanese invaders have taken advantage of our Chinese nation and think we have no one to serve us. Today is the time for us to serve our country and sacrifice our lives for our country."

The higher command ordered my unit to retake Luodian, and as soldiers, we had no choice but to do so.

The entire division is under my command; there is no turning back!

The soldiers retreated and killed the squad leader.

First squad, retreat! Kill the company commander!

Retreat immediately, then kill the commander!

"If I take a step back, everyone is available to kill!"

"Brothers—charge!"