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As Zhang Yi was turning to leave, Zhao Yunwen called him back, emphasizing again:

"Tell Lupin to tighten his belt. The Seventh Regiment still has at least two thousand men. They are formidable and will fight back even when cornered."

Set up an inverted V-formation behind the Japanese troops. This allows for both offense and defense. Ensure sufficient firepower, and set up any captured Japanese machine guns. Don't be stingy with ammunition.

"Make sure to leave the Japanese regimental headquarters intact!"

"Everyone in the 109th Regiment who can move is joining the counterattack. This is a chance to get a piece of the action, and everyone will get a share."

Zhao Yunwen's words were very eloquent; they simply stated that the security regiment was short-handed, and the remaining thousand or so men of the 109th Regiment could be of great use.

Zhao Yunwen habitually started micro-managing, but fortunately he had the minimap and the Warrior talent, so he wouldn't let others down.

At the 109th Regiment headquarters, Li Yaowen hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. Qin Qingwu, in a good mood, smiled and said:

"Brother Yaowen, just say what you have to say. Aren't you feeling uncomfortable holding it in?"

Li Yaowen first gave an awkward smile, then said:

"Although the main force of the security regiment has arrived, even with the addition of our 109th Regiment, the total number is only about four thousand."

"To encircle and annihilate an entire main Japanese regiment? Commander Zhao, isn't your appetite a bit too big? I'm genuinely worried you'll burst your belly."

Li Yaowen's concerns were not unfounded. To normally encircle and annihilate a Japanese regiment would require at least tens of thousands of soldiers, and Zhao Yunwen was indeed overestimating his abilities.

Qin Qingwu wasn't entirely confident either, but he chose to trust Zhao Yunwen, and his smile faded as he said seriously:

"Brother Yaowen, we must trust Commander Zhao. Hasn't he created enough miracles?"

Besides, the security team is the main force; the other guys just need to play a supporting role and follow along.

Li Yaowen said no more and waited patiently for the general offensive to begin.

At exactly twelve o'clock, Zhao Yunwen shouted coldly:

"fire!"

In the Japanese camp, Junichi Seto, awakened by hunger, is enjoying a delicious lunch.

He came from a small farming family in the three prefectures of the Hokuriku region. Before joining the army, the best food he could eat was salted fish with rice; he never even dared to dream of canned beef.

Seto Junichi only attended elementary school and started farming with his father when he was twelve or thirteen. He was taciturn.

He received militaristic education at school, and his teachers told him more than once that only by conquering China would they have enough land to cultivate and live the life of a landlord with meat at every meal.

Later, he enlisted in the army and, after several years of training, was sent to China.

He was surrounded by his fellow countrymen, all from the three counties of the North Land. They were united, resilient, and had strong execution capabilities; they were natural-born soldiers.

Junichi Seto's orders were to resume the offensive after finishing their meal, which might be their last, so they cherished it all the more.

Suddenly, his movements froze, his ears perked up, and his eyes filled with fear.

Enemy attack!

Before he could react, the shell landed on the position, and several soldiers who were huddled together sharing food were torn to pieces by the explosion. One piece of flesh flew right into his tin can.

The strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, and even though he had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood before, the food he had just eaten still churned up.

"You idiot, you piece of trash!"

Seeing that he was still standing there dumbfounded, the sergeant kicked him into the trench next to him.

The second volley of shells rained down, landing right behind the sergeant, and a shrapnel fragment sliced ​​off half of his head.

Seto Junichi's head was buzzing from the shock. The sergeant was his squad leader, and the two were from the same village.

That kick saved his life; war was far more bloody than he had imagined.

Shells rained down, and comrades were blown to pieces. Seto Junichi could only huddle in the trench, trembling.

As the artillery fire extended, shouts of battle erupted from behind the Japanese soldiers. Isaichi's expression changed drastically, and he cursed angrily:

"Baka yarou, what's that Chinese guy behind us?"

Major Miyamoto rushed in, flustered, and reported loudly:

"The Chinese are attacking from multiple directions, and their firepower is extremely fierce."

No sooner had he finished speaking than shouts of battle came from directly in front of them—it was the 109th Regiment, which had been under heavy attack earlier.

While the Japanese main force was having lunch on the front lines, only two companies from Miyamoto's battalion were on guard in the rear.

Their machine guns were destroyed by mortars or bazookas after only a few bursts of fire. As long as people huddled together, mortar shells would rain down on them, making it impossible for them to mount any decent resistance.

Under the swift attack of the Second Battalion, the Japanese troops blocking the left flank were defeated first, which then led to the collapse of the right flank.

The remnants of two Japanese companies collapsed toward the main position, and the Second and Third Battalions pursued them from both flanks, driving the fleeing troops deep into enemy territory.

Only the replenishment battalion remained stationary; they were lying in wait in the rear, ready to deal with any Japanese soldiers attempting to break through.

Fearing that the retreating Japanese officers deep inside the lines would disrupt their positions, they ordered their troops to open fire, causing the fleeing soldiers to cry out in despair.

With obstacles in front and pursuers behind, they were slaughtered and scattered in all directions, eventually turning into corpses.

At the security regiment command post, Zhao Yunwen, seeing Lu Ping leading the Second and Third Battalions in a relentless offensive that threatened to crumble the Japanese defenses, decided to launch a general offensive and loudly ordered:

"Bugler, sound the charge!"

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

The First Battalion also launched an attack from the flank and front of the Japanese troops. Zhao Yunwen, carrying a submachine gun, ran at the forefront, which frightened Zhang Yi, who led several guards to protect him on both sides.

A general is the courage of soldiers. Zhao Yunwen held absolute authority in the hearts of the security regiment soldiers. When he led the charge, the others wished they could take bullets for him.

Zhao Yunwen hadn't risked his life in a long time. This battle was crucial; he had to break through the 7th Regiment's position before the Japanese reinforcements arrived, or it would be a half-baked effort.

Under the shouts of their company and platoon leaders, they quickly overtook Zhao Yunwen and protected him in the middle.

The addition of the First Battalion made the Seventh Regiment's situation even worse, as they were surrounded on all sides and gunfire could be heard everywhere.

With the main force concentrated on the front, the defense against the flanks and rear is inadequate, essentially leaving the back and waist vulnerable.

Kazuo Isao hastily split his forces from the front to plug the hole, but it was too late; the left flank was breached first.

Qin Hongtao, the one-armed company commander, was at the forefront, covered in blood, like a soul-reaping messenger from hell. More than a hand's width of Japanese soldiers died under his gun.

On the front lines, Commander Qin Qingwu personally led the charge, advancing wave after wave. They encountered the fiercest resistance and suffered the greatest casualties.

Junichi Seto lay prone in the trench, firing wildly. His hand trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't even know where the bullets were going.

Shells fell intermittently, shrapnel flew everywhere, and he had just stuck his head out a little when his helmet was blown off by a stray bullet.

Junichi Seto was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and dared not show his face again.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the rear, the Xiang Army soldiers finally charged onto the battlefield. Seto Junichi, filled with rage, raised his bayonet and stabbed Qin Qingwu.

Qin Qingwu raised his hand and fired a burst of bullets, fast and accurate within seven meters. Seto Junichi's luck finally ran out, and he was riddled with bullets.

Inside the regimental headquarters, Kazuo Isa was still trying to resist when Major Nakajima risked his life to persuade him:

"Commander, several positions have already been breached, and the warriors won't be able to hold out for much longer."

"Let's break through quickly! The military flag must be destroyed!"

Kazuo Isa waved his military sword and shouted:

"You idiot, you're not a true samurai!"

"Commander, the Seventh Regiment may perish, but its flag must never be captured, or everyone will become a sinner against the Empire."

A samurai's honor is nothing compared to the regimental flag; it would bring shame upon the entire family, a responsibility that Kazuo Isa cannot bear.

The consequences of destroying the regimental flag were also severe; at the very least, his future in the military would be over, and the most dignified outcome would be death in battle or seppuku as an apology.

He didn't want to die. The holy war had only just begun, and he was only one step away from becoming a general. It was a difficult choice.

"Kill them! Don't let the Japanese get away!"

"The command post is just ahead!"

"Commander-in-Chief—"

"Destroy the military flag immediately!"

"Break through to the northwest"

After giving the order, Kazuo Isa collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been ripped out.