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

The Security Corps launched a full-scale counterattack, with Zhao Yunwen leading another charge, risking his life once again.

As for those beasts in the Ninth Division, it would be a disservice to my identity as a transmigrator not to personally slaughter a few of them.

Zhao Yunwen charged into Hu Li's house with a submachine gun, only to run into three Japanese soldiers who had formed a battle formation, their gleaming bayonets still dripping with blood.

"These three Japanese devils are mine, nobody else can take them!"

"You idiot, die!"

Zhao Yunwen charged forward, his gun spitting fire, and the sergeant at the front was hit by several bullets and fell down.

Seven meters away, the gun is fast!

The other two Japanese soldiers seized the opportunity to rush within seven meters, their blades thrusting straight at Zhao Yunwen with the force of thunder.

Zhao Yunwen fired two short bursts in quick succession, splattering blood on the Japanese soldiers within five steps and seven meters. His submachine guns were fast and accurate.

After killing three Japanese soldiers, Zhao Yunwen exclaimed with satisfaction, but did not continue to charge forward, wanting to leave some for the others.

He has always been a Buddhist, not someone who likes to eat or take advantage of others.

The two snipers guarding him breathed a sigh of relief. If the regimental commander had made any mistake, the company commander would have skinned them alive.

The Japanese soldiers of the 35th Infantry Regiment were already at their last gasp, relying entirely on their worthless Bushido spirit to keep going.

The addition of the fresh 109th Regiment became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Led by the bugle call, the soldiers of the Security Corps unleashed astonishing fighting power, their morale soared, and they drove the Japanese troops into a series of defeats.

The soldiers fought with increasing ferocity, while the Japanese soldiers were demoralized. As one side gained at the expense of the other, the balance was completely broken, and defeat was inevitable.

Inside the 35th Infantry Regiment headquarters, Colonel Fujii also realized this, and he was still wondering how they had lost when they were doing so well.

"Useless, a bunch of useless trash!"

"Hold on!"

Colonel Fujii was still trying to salvage the situation, but the senior staff officer's words shattered his illusions.

"Commander, we can't hold on any longer. Defeat is inevitable. It's time to retreat!"

"You bastards! You are not true warriors! I will serve the Locust King to the death!"

Colonel Fujii was desperately trying to maintain his pitiful dignity, proving that he was not that good-for-nothing Kazuo Isao.

The senior staff officer wouldn't let him act arbitrarily and ordered him to be taken away immediately, as the Ninth Division couldn't afford to lose a second regimental commander.

There were two infantry companies around the regimental headquarters. With the main Chinese forces yet to arrive and the area far from the main battlefield, their chances of breaking out were high.

As for the "warriors" on the main battlefield, good luck to them!

The regimental headquarters in Fujii completely abandoned the soldiers who were in dire straits and retreated on its own.

Without unified command, the main force of the Japanese army was defeated piecemeal like a heap of loose sand, becoming lambs to the slaughter.

The soldiers of the Security Corps displayed astonishing fighting power, routing the Japanese and making the outcome of the battle a foregone conclusion.

The one-sided massacre continued until 2 p.m., when the various units stopped their pursuit and, under the leadership of officers at all levels, cleaned up the battlefield, rescued the wounded, and eliminated any remaining survivors.

At the same time, the First Battalion and the Artillery Battalion also defeated the hastily formed Seventh Regiment, annihilating more than a thousand enemy soldiers and capturing a large number of important documents and equipment supplies, including several artillery pieces.

The sporadic gunfire continued for another two hours before the battle finally stopped. The remaining Japanese soldiers scattered around were wiped out, and the battlefield was cleaned up.

Chief of Staff and Second Regiment Commander Lu Ping came to report the battle results:

"Commander-in-Chief, the brothers have lived up to our mission. After several hours of fierce fighting, we have defeated the 6th Infantry Brigade."

More than 3 Japanese soldiers' bodies were found, and 23 artillery pieces of various types, more than 2 rifles and pistols, 2 radios, and countless ammunition and supplies were captured.

"Unfortunately, the commander of the Sixth Brigade escaped, and the mission was not accomplished."

Zhao Yunwen waved his hand and said:

"Let them run away, as long as we won!"

Zhao Yunwen never thought of annihilating the entire Sixth Brigade; that was unrealistic—6 men annihilating 8?

He's not that arrogant.

"What are the casualties among our brothers?"

This is what Zhao Yunwen is most concerned about. In a melee involving tens of thousands of people on both sides, even if they win, there will be no shortage of casualties.

At the mention of casualties, Lupin's face fell, and he said in a deep voice:

"The third and second battalions suffered the most casualties, nearly half of the total. The first and fourth battalions fared better, with 522 killed, more than 200 seriously wounded, and nearly 1,000 slightly wounded."

Zhao Yunwen felt as if he had been stabbed hard in the chest, and his facial muscles contorted.

The loss of 800 brothers was a war of attrition that was truly unbearable, while the annihilation of 3,000 enemy soldiers was selectively forgotten.

Zhao Yunwen didn't care how many Japanese soldiers died. How could those beasts compare to his old brothers? He would feel it was a loss to trade one old brother for ten beasts.

"Find a good burial site for our brothers, do everything we can to treat the wounded, quickly retake the position, and prevent the Japanese from launching a counterattack."

After Zhao Yunwen finished speaking, he turned to Qin Qingwu and asked:

"What are your casualties?"

Qin Qingwu said with a slightly relaxed tone:

"Not much. This time, the brothers from the Security Corps were at the forefront, and we just followed along and provided support. The casualties did not exceed 100, and most of them were lightly wounded."

Zhao Yunwen's expression returned to normal, and he nodded, saying:

"That's good. After this defeat, the Japanese shouldn't be able to launch a counterattack in the short term."

Reinforcements should arrive by tomorrow morning at the latest, and our mission will be considered a success. I hope we'll have the opportunity to cooperate again to fight the Japanese in the future!

The 109th Regiment still had over 700 wounded soldiers left. Without Zhao Yunwen and the security regiment, Qin Qingwu was certain he wouldn't have been able to complete the mission. He remembered this kindness and said emotionally:

"It'll definitely happen! Brothers, I'm really looking forward to fighting the Japanese with Commander Zhao. It'll be so exciting!"

Qin Qingwu also received a telegram from the military headquarters that the main force of the Hunan Army would arrive in two days and the 109th Regiment would soon return to its unit.

The army commander has promised him 1 replacement soldiers, 500 guns, and a certain amount of food and ammunition—all of which the brothers risked their lives for.

"Commander-in-Chief, what are your plans after handing over the position?"

Before leaving, Qin Qingwu asked one more question. Logically, he shouldn't have been concerned about this matter, but Zhao Yunwen still answered very seriously:

"My unit has not received any new military orders yet. We were previously tasked with defending Luodian, but now that Luodian has fallen, there's no point in going back. Let's wait for a new mission!"

It's a good time to rest for a few days, but I'm afraid I'm just not cut out for hard work.

The two men smiled at each other. In a decisive battle involving hundreds of thousands of people, how could they, as insignificant figures, control their own fate? A single military order could determine life and death.

When the nation is in peril, even if it means becoming cannon fodder, we must resolutely go forth and die a worthy death.

Just as Zhao Yunwen had predicted, the Ninth Division remained quiet for several days after suffering such a heavy blow.

The following morning, the main force of the 21st Group Army arrived one after another. At first, they only sent a division commander to take over, and his tone was extremely arrogant.

Zhao Yunwen ignored him. Although the Security Corps was a local force, he was now a key figure in the Civil Engineering Department, and with the principal and students involved, a mere division commander couldn't possibly control him.

"I can hand over the positions, but I need to see your Commander-in-Chief Liao. I can only hand them over to the 21st Army Group, not to one of its subordinate divisions."

Zhao Yunwen's subtext was that you are not qualified, which angered the division commander who came to hand over the reins so much that he was about to lose his temper on the spot, but he held back his words.

The Security Corps is no ordinary local force; they have just dealt a heavy blow to the 6th Infantry Brigade, and the news of their victory has spread throughout the country, giving Zhao Yunwen every reason to be arrogant.

"You just wait. I'm only responsible for reporting. Whether Commander-in-Chief Liao sees you or not is not my business."

A confident smile appeared on Zhao Yunwen's lips; he believed that Commander-in-Chief Liao would meet with him.