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

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[Talent value +40, current talent value: 200, trigger threshold, all abilities unlocked to Warrior level, command capacity up to 10 troops]

[Training Capability Enhancement: Can train elite combat troops, increasing the core combat capabilities of troops in positional warfare and assault operations by 40%]

[Enhanced Learning Ability: The speed of comprehension of tactical simulation and real-time battlefield prediction is increased by 40%, making it suitable for commanding large-scale troops]

As the system notifications continued to ring in his ears, Zhao Yunwen paused slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and the heavy weight in his heart eased a little.

Before the upgrade, his rank was Colonel, with a command limit of 2.

After 13 years, the threshold was finally triggered, and then a series of major battles ensued. The 2-person limit was really not enough!

Suppressing the pounding in his heart, he asked casually:

"What level does a talent value of 101 represent?"

The cold, mechanical voice in Zhao Yunwen's mind immediately responded:

[Talent value of 101 is the advanced stage for Warrior level. It has not yet reached the threshold for unlocking higher levels. It can be gradually increased and unlocked through subsequent battle experience.]

Zhao Yunwen thought with great dissatisfaction:

"Damn it, keep it a secret from me."

In his view, 101 must be at least at the God of War level, with the upper limit of the God of War level being 100 million, and above that is the Immortal of War level.

The system's command capabilities are divided into five levels: Captain, General, Emperor, God of War, and Immortal of War. Zhao Yunwen has just been promoted to General and is far from becoming an Immortal of War!

He shouldn't aim too high; becoming a War Emperor is the direction he should strive for in the next stage.

Zhao Yunwen was ecstatic with this wave of system rewards. Next, he needed to win the major battle. Direct reinforcements were only a secondary strategy; a surprise attack was needed. His gaze swept across the map, and he thought to himself:

The water network terrain of Dachang is the best entry point.

Zhao Yunwen fell into deep thought, and soon an inspiration struck him: the talent of a warrior-level expert was indeed extraordinary.

A fierce battle is raging on the positions of the 109th Regiment of the 19th Division of the 90th Army along the northeast and due north line of Dachang.

As soon as the Japanese artillery fire extended, several Type 94 light tanks emerged from the open ground directly in front of the cotton field, accompanied by a large number of infantry, and they were coming with murderous intent.

This open area, about 200 to 500 meters wide and 300 meters deep, was completely exposed and ideal for the deployment of Japanese troops.

Dachang is located in the northern suburbs of Shanghai, south of Yunzaobang and north of Suzhou Creek, about 10km from the city center.

The terrain is flat and boundless, without mountains or hills; the elevation is 3-5 meters, and it is a typical water network area of ​​the Yangtze River Delta.

Composed of cotton fields, dry land, villages, bamboo forests, and cemeteries, it is indefensible and easy to attack but difficult to defend.

The 109th Regiment set up its forward positions along the line from the north bank of Zoumatang to Hujiazhai to Taheqiaozhai, hastily constructing fortifications based on the earthen houses, embankments, cemeteries, and bamboo groves in the villages.

The trenches were very rudimentary, made of mud, supplemented with sandbags and makeshift foxholes. Under the relentless bombardment of the Japanese artillery, they were completely unrecognizable, and a large number of officers and soldiers were buried in the mud, their blood staining the earth red.

Inside the field command post, Regiment Commander Qin Qingwu's heart was as heavy as iron, and his face was frosty. The Japanese had actually deployed tanks, while the 109th Regiment didn't even have a decent anti-tank gun.

Only lives can be sacrificed!

He didn't know how many brothers would shed their blood on the battlefield in this battle. Although he had already made up his mind to die, his heart was still breaking.

The tank group had entered the suicide squad's ambush zone. Through Qin Qingwu's tearful eyes, one after another, tan figures emerged from the foxholes, carrying cluster grenades with wisps of smoke, and charged towards the tank.

The Japanese infantry on either side opened fire, and the machine guns mounted on the tanks fired wildly, sweeping the suicide squad members to the ground.

Under the Japanese's tight defense, the suicide squad members couldn't get close to the tanks at all; they were risking their lives to fill the gaps, which was incredibly frustrating.

"San Ya Zi!"

Li Dafu witnessed his cousin fall to the muzzle of the Japanese soldiers' guns and then be dragged under the wheels of a sled, almost crushed into a pulp.

His eyes practically blazed with fire as he roared at the machine gunner beside him:

"Cover me!"

The machine gun, which had been hidden for a long time, spewed out angry flames, sweeping down Japanese infantrymen one by one. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Dafu darted out of the foxhole and scrambled towards the Japanese tank.

Bullets rained down, and Li Dafu was like a small boat on a vast ocean, about to sink into an abyss at any moment.

Zhao Yunwen's heart was in his throat. This was the first time he had focused on an ordinary soldier using the minimap, hoping for a miracle.

The First Battalion was maneuvering around the flank where the Japanese battalion headquarters was located, and had not yet reached its position, so he could only watch for the time being.

Li Dafu's strategy was clever; he would stop every few meters to avoid bullets, taking an S-shaped route.

The Japanese soldiers' attention was drawn to the machine gunners, who kept firing at great risk to create an opportunity for Li Dafu.

After emptying two 20-round magazines, Li Dafu was only about 20 meters away from the tank when a burst of hot bullets swept through, hitting Li Dafu twice and causing him to fall to the ground.

Zhao Yunwen sighed deeply, ultimately failing to create a miracle. Qin Qingwu's fist slammed heavily on the ground, and another brother fell. These were all young men he had brought from his hometown.

The Hunan Army had a strong clan-based character, and many units recruited soldiers from the same area, so they were familiar with each other.

After this battle, every household in Qingtian Town will inevitably be in mourning, with white banners hanging everywhere.

"Tap tap tap..."

The machine gunner had just shot down two Japanese soldiers when he was shot down by the machine gun of the tank, and Qingtian Town lost another man.

Qin Qingwu's vision blurred completely; he didn't know how to explain this to his fellow villagers.

When they set off for the expedition, the elders of Qingtian Town lined the streets to see them off, sending their sons, husbands, and fathers to the battlefield.

At the rally, the town mayor only said one sentence:

"If China is to perish, it will only be when all the people of Hunan are dead!"

Qin Qingwu's pupils dilated instantly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face!

Zhao Yunwen clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his hands bulged.

Covered in wounds and blood, Li Dafu stubbornly stood up again, and with his last bit of strength, he shot like an arrow and darted under the chariot...

"boom!"

The massive shockwave overturned the bean-shaped tank to the ground, and Li Dafu disappeared in the explosion. A piece of military uniform stained with blood drifted down from the sky.

"The people of Hunan will never fail their country!"

Zhao Yunwen's eyes welled up with tears. In the distance, the First Battalion of Jiangsu Provincial Security Forces had already made its roundabout maneuver and was now in position. It was time for the sons of Jiangdong to fight for their country.

"Staff Officer Lin, signal the artillery battalion—fire!"

Zhao Yunwen let out a cold shout, his whole body exuding a terrifying killing intent. He was going to send those sons of bitches from the Ninth Division to hell!

At the Japanese field command post, Battalion Commander Kuroiwa Jiro witnessed his tanks being blown up and roared in fury:

"Baka yarou! Charge! Slaughter all the Chinese!"

"Boom boom boom..."

A barrage of shells rained down from the sky, slamming into the main defensive zone of the Black Rock Battalion, dealing a heavy blow to the Japanese.

Then came the second and third volleys of shells, which threw the Japanese soldiers into disarray. The soldiers with their guns ran haphazardly into the depths of the cotton fields, and their orderly formation was instantly disrupted.

Major Kuroiwa scrambled to his feet from the mud, blood streaming down his forehead, and screamed in terror:

"Baka! Enemy attack! It's heavy artillery! Where did the Chinese get heavy artillery?!"

"Boom boom boom..."

"Boom boom boom!"

The shells rained down, stunning the Japanese soldiers and disrupting their offensive rhythm, leaving Qin Qingwu completely bewildered.

Zhao Yunwen coldly shouted:

"Bugler, sound the charge—kill all the Japanese devils!"

The resounding bugle call pierced the smoke and echoed across the battlefield. Qin Qingwu instantly realized what was happening, his eyes blazing with fervent light, and he shouted excitedly:

"Brothers, reinforcements have arrived! It's Commander Zhao's men!"

"Charge with me! Kill the Japanese devils! Avenge Li Dafu! Avenge the brothers of Qingtian Town!"