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

"Baka yarou! Those Chinese aren't real warriors; what kind of skill is it to just bombard with cannons!"

Captain Fujita roared like a madman.

He had served in the army for many years and had never fought such a frustrating battle—he hadn't even seen the enemy's shadow before his men were all killed or wounded, and all his heavy weapons were destroyed. Now, only three light machine guns and four grenade launchers remained on the position that could barely fire.

The sky gradually brightened.

If we can hold out until sunrise, until naval artillery and aircraft support arrive, the situation will be completely reversed.

But Zhang Yi had no intention of giving him that chance.

He glanced at the gradually brightening sky and spoke calmly to Rowan beside him, who was already unable to contain himself:

"It's up to you. Kill all the Japanese devils."

"yes!"

Rowan suddenly drew his machete from his waist and roared hoarsely:

"Brothers, follow me and kill the Japanese devils!"

"Kill them—!"

The assault platoon soldiers were like tigers released from their cages, forming groups of three, taking turns to provide cover, their formation was impeccable, and their killing intent soared to the sky.

The M1919 Browning medium machine guns, which had already been deployed on both flanks, opened fire simultaneously, unleashing a hail of bullets that slammed heavily onto the Japanese positions.

Fujita hurriedly ordered a counterattack.

The Type 11, MP28, and Type 38 rifles instantly spat fire, but the bullets were suppressed by Browning's whirlwind-like rate of fire as soon as they flew out.

With a ferocious rate of fire of 400 to 500 rounds per minute, coupled with a long ammunition belt of 250 rounds, any Japanese soldier who dared to show their face was immediately riddled with bullets.

With overwhelming firepower, the assault platoon advanced all the way and quickly reached the Japanese positions.

The infantry squads of the security regiment were equipped with gear far beyond their time:

Each squad is equipped with two MP38 submachine guns, each with a fire selector, making them precise and controllable, far superior to the Japanese MP28.

The second and third platoons on both flanks simultaneously encircled the Japanese, and the three arrowheads advanced in unison, like three sharp blades, fiercely piercing into the Japanese defense line.

Captain Fujita brandished his sword and shouted wildly, trying to calm the troops, but he was completely unaware that he had become the most conspicuous target.

At the sniper position not far away, Lin Chen's lips curled up slightly.

An officer delivered himself to our doorstep; it would be a disservice to his equipment not to fight him.

His Kar98k sniper rifle was firmly locked on the target, and the Zeiss 4x scope clearly covered Fujita's chest.

Less than 300 meters, an excellent range.

These guns come from Zhao Yunwen's Time-Space Shop, costing 100 contribution points each, with two standard units allocated to each squad.

The Nationalist army also had a small number of imported sniper rifles, each costing nearly a hundred dollars, something ordinary troops wouldn't even dare to dream of.

At this time, the infantry squad of the security regiment had a luxurious configuration of thirteen men:

2 MP38 submachine guns

2 98k sniper rifles

1 M1918 Browning automatic rifle

6 Springfield rifles

In addition, several pistols and grenades

The firepower of a company-level unit is even more terrifying:

4 M1919 medium machine guns

3 60mm light mortars

Fujita continued brandishing his sword, completely unaware that death was already aimed at him.

Lin Chen lightly tapped the trigger.

"boom--"

The bullet whistled out and hit his chest precisely.

According to Zhao Yunwen's combat regulations, priority should be given to attacking the chest, as this has a high hit rate and can cripple the target in one hit; flashy headshots are not the goal.

The bullet tumbled and exploded inside his chest cavity, leaving a bowl-sized hole in his back.

Fujita didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, dying instantly.

After succeeding, Lin Chen immediately moved to another location and waited for his next target.

"Fujita-kun!"

"Baka yarou! Shira shira de!"

The squadron commander's eyes turned red. The two had always been good friends, and seeing his friend die tragically, he went mad on the spot.

But just as he jumped up and roared, a burst of machine gun fire swept towards him.

Machine gunner Xu Hu tightened the trigger, and more than a dozen bullets poured out, at least three of which hit him hard.

The executive officer was instantly beaten to pieces, his body mangled beyond recognition.

With the successive deaths of Japanese commanders and executive officers, the already heavily wounded marines completely lost their morale.

The Marines were not as warlike as the Army, and under the overwhelming offensive of the Security Regiment, their psychological defenses collapsed, and the remaining Japanese soldiers turned tail and fled.

"Trying to run? Stay!"

The assault platoon seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, closing in from both flanks. All the fleeing soldiers were slaughtered on the spot, and not a single one was spared.

The fighting in the Baziqiao area ended first.

The battalion quickly cleaned up the battlefield, finishing off any remaining Japanese soldiers to eliminate any potential threats.

Provisional headquarters of the security regiment.

Chief of Staff Lu Ping, a graduate of the sixth class of the Whampoa Military Academy, strode over, his face beaming with excitement:

"Commander, the First Battalion has achieved a victory!"

Zhao Yunwen looked up: "Read it."

"Report to the regimental commander! With the cooperation of the reconnaissance company, our unit has annihilated the Japanese troops within the encirclement. We have counted 173 intact corpses, and a large number of others were blown to pieces and could not be identified."

Two Type 92 heavy machine guns, seven light machine guns, thirty-seven submachine guns, two grenade launchers, ninety-five rifles, and ammunition and supplies were captured in large quantities.

The first battle was a resounding success, with remarkable results.

Zhao Yunwen felt a sense of relief, then asked in a deep voice:

"What are our casualties?"

"Reporting to the regimental commander, the reconnaissance company has only two men with minor injuries; the first battalion has three killed and eleven wounded."

Extremely low casualties, extremely high results.

Zhao Yunwen finally felt relieved.

Such an exchange ratio may be difficult to replicate in the future, but the combat strength that the security force has honed for three years has finally been put to the most real test at this moment.

Looking back three years ago, when he first took over the Second Security Regiment, the entire regiment had only 287 men, two old Czech-made guns, and lax discipline. They struggled even against bandits, let alone the Japanese.

He brought in over a hundred veterans from the old unit, focusing on both training and equipment upgrades, transforming a disorganized mob into a sharp weapon for the nation.

But he also knew that this was just an appetizer.

The true brutality of the Shanghai-Songhu battlefield was yet to come; it was common for an entire division to be wiped out in a single day. No matter how strong the security regiment was, it could not withstand endless attrition.

The most important thing now is still to keep a low profile and conceal one's strength.

Once this unit is targeted by higher-ups, it could be completely wiped out, leaving not a trace.

Zhao Yunwen suppressed his joy and gave Lu Ping a stern order:

"Order the First Battalion to immediately switch to defense and repair fortifications overnight. The Eight-Character Bridge is the army's retreat route, and it must be defended at all costs."

The telegram then instructed the Second and Third Battalions to disperse and take cover after dawn, keeping a close watch on the Japanese movements, and not to let a single Japanese soldier return to the headquarters building!

In another timeline, the key to the Japanese army's ability to hold their headquarters was their timely withdrawal of troops, ultimately gathering over two thousand men to put up a stubborn resistance.

The 87th and 88th Divisions were only focused on seizing territory and allowed the Japanese army to assemble, ultimately failing to overcome the tough challenges and suffering a complete defeat.

Zhao Yunwen will never make the same mistake again.

He wasn't going to fight positional warfare, but rather urban mobile warfare and annihilation warfare.

Now, the fortifications are complete, the encirclement is in place, and the blade is ready.

Once the 87th and 88th Divisions had driven the Japanese out of their strongholds, his security regiment had already laid out a large net, waiting for its prey to fall into it.