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

East of Liuxing, at Panjiazhai, the ambush position of the Security Corps.

Several hundred Japanese soldiers arrived with murderous intent and arrogance. They were the vanguard of the 3rd Division, and their mission was to occupy and control Liuxing Town.

The 3rd Division was the first standing division to land in Shanghai. It was a formidable force. The Miyazawa Battalion had been fighting in the city for some time and, after several reinforcements, only had about 800 men left.

After more than two months of fierce fighting, it was finally time to reap the rewards of victory. Gong Zeyan was not satisfied with stopping at Liuxing Town; he wanted to fight his way to Nanxiang and even Jinling.

"Hurry, the Chinese are already defeated!"

"Occupy Liuxing before nightfall, disband the army, and slaughter all Chinese!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted excitedly after hearing this; they had been somewhat restrained before because the battle situation was unclear.

Now that the Chinese have been defeated, they can do whatever they want during the pursuit; they only need to label the civilians as defeated soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers were so engrossed in burning, killing, and looting that they were completely unaware that they had walked into a trap. This was a ritual site carefully prepared for them by the Security Corps.

The left flank was the 2nd Battalion, the right flank was the 3rd Battalion which withdrew from Gucun, the 4th Battalion was positioned at Liuxing Town to cover the rear, and the 1st Battalion was to outflank the Japanese from the right flank to trap them from behind.

With the enemy surrounded on all sides, Gong Ze's brigade was already trapped. Zhao Yunwen wanted to teach the arrogant pursuers a lesson, so that they wouldn't dare to chase after thousands of people with just one company later.

Lupin came over to ask for instructions:

"Commander-in-Chief, the Japanese are already in the trap. Can we close the net now?"

Zhao Yunwen, intending to use the Japanese as practice subjects, gave a murderous order:

"Let's begin, leave no one behind!"

Lu Ping excitedly walked out of the command room, took out a signal gun, and fired three shots into the sky.

Major Miyazawa also saw the signal flare, his face changed drastically, and he screamed in terror:

"Enemy attack!"

Almost simultaneously, the sound of machine guns, which chilled Major Miyazawa to the bone, erupted from both sides—many of them!

Bullets came like a storm, and suddenly flames erupted from the previously harmless wasteland.

Caught off guard, the Japanese soldiers fell one after another, their well-organized military formation thrown into disarray.

The soldiers of the Security Corps were camouflaged with vegetation, lying prone on the ground and blending into nature, making them impossible to spot from a distance.

The ambush warfare on the plains was a completely new tactic that the Japanese had never encountered before, catching them completely off guard.

The terrifying firepower of the M1919 Browning medium machine gun left the Japanese soldiers dead strewn across the battlefield.

The Japanese machine gunners tried to resist, but after firing just two bursts, they were met with artillery fire, their guns destroyed and their men killed.

The 60mm M2 mortars, which are the nemesis of machine guns, are a perfect weapon within a range of 800 meters.

With three guns firing simultaneously from each company, the Japanese machine guns were rendered useless, and the company's primary firepower was completely suppressed.

Major Miyazawa had extensive combat experience, and he knew that it was impossible to break through from the flanks; the only hope was to attack from the front.

Moreover, he had a premonition that the Chinese command post was located in the town, and this was his only chance.

Major Miyazawa hastily gathered over a hundred remaining soldiers and attempted to break through towards Liuxing Town.

Battalion Commander Zhang Yi sneered:

"They're treating me like an easy target!"

"Brothers, give them a good beating!"

Gunfire erupted like popping beans, and a large number of the Japanese soldiers at the front were swept down. Miyazawa's eyes widened in anger, almost in despair.

The front was also an impregnable fortress, with more than a dozen heavy machine guns and mortars. The more than 100 men he brought wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

They attempted to charge twice but were driven back each time, suffering more than half their casualties; this road was impassable.

Some clever ones turned to flee for their lives, but still ended up with broken heads and blood, surrounded on all sides, with the ambush troops already tightening the encirclement from both flanks.

Time was running out for the Japanese soldiers. Major Miyazawa, like a wild beast caught in a trap, had bloodshot eyes.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was unwilling to accept it!

The holy war had just been won, and the millennia-old dream of conquering China was about to be realized in their hands, but at this critical juncture, they suffered a setback.

Who would accept that?

In a short time, most of his warriors were killed or wounded. The place was exposed and exposed, making it impossible to hold out and wait for reinforcements.

"Boom boom boom!"

A volley of shells rained down, scattering the dozens of Japanese soldiers who had just assembled, leaving behind a ground littered with corpses and wounded.

The ambush troops gave the Japanese no chance to assemble; as soon as they gathered, they bombarded them with artillery fire, and bullets of revenge rained down from all directions.

Major Miyazawa, knowing he was doomed, was overcome with grief and began to act recklessly, brandishing his sword and roaring:

"Warriors, the time has come to serve His Majesty!"

"Air Thrust, go!"

Desperate, the Japanese soldiers went berserk. They charged forward, rifles in hand, yelling, until they were riddled with bullets.

Major Miyazawa was shot multiple times and died with his unfulfilled dream.

As the remaining Japanese soldiers dwindled, a loud bugle call sounded, and the ambushing troops rose from the ground and surged towards the Japanese like a tidal wave.

The remaining Japanese soldiers fought desperately, inflicting dozens of casualties on the soldiers of the Security Corps, before being completely annihilated.

Seeing that his men had finished their work, Zhao Yunwen said to Lu Ping, the chief of staff and commander of the second regiment:

"Let's go see how many fish we caught!"

As the soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, Battalion Commander Wang Guohua saw Zhao Yunwen and his entourage approaching in a grand procession and hurriedly went to greet them.

Zhao Yunwen greeted him from afar:

"You fought well. How many casualties did our brothers suffer?"

Wang Guohua quickly replied:

"Not many, just a few dozen people in total, mostly wounded. The results are still being tallied."

Zhao Yunwen's smile widened, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant:

"No rush, as long as the casualties among the brothers aren't too high, that's good. Any thoughts?"

"Commander, ambushes are more exciting. We had to hold the Japanese down while we attacked. The final move was a bit rushed, which resulted in dozens of our brothers being killed or wounded."

Zhao Yunwen waved his hand and said:

"Ambush warfare requires speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness; it's like snatching teeth from a tiger's mouth. Sometimes, in order to end the battle sooner, some casualties are unavoidable."

We must conduct a thorough post-battle review, identifying and addressing any shortcomings!

As they walked and talked, they quickly reached the core area. The battalion commander of the third battalion had already tallied the results and excitedly came over to report:

"816 Japanese soldiers of the rank of major and below were found, none of whom escaped. Two infantry guns, more than 600 rifles and pistols, and a certain amount of ammunition and supplies were captured."

Our side suffered 21 casualties, 13 seriously wounded, and 45 slightly wounded.

Zhao Yunwen nodded in satisfaction. These were the kinds of victories he wanted to see. The Security Corps couldn't afford to fight battles that would result in heavy losses on both sides.

The soldiers were in high spirits, and upon seeing Zhao Yunwen, they all stopped to greet him and boast about their military achievements.

Zhao Yunwen would always respond, and sometimes he would even toss them a pack of cigarettes.

"Don't hog all the food, share it with the brothers."

Before Zhao Yunwen could get far, more than a dozen people swarmed around him and started grabbing at the food; there wasn't even enough to go around.

Battalion Commander Zhou Tiancheng gave him another pack of cigarettes. Zhao Yunwen took out a few and offered them to the others, then took one for himself and tossed the rest to the veterans cleaning up the battlefield.

The Japanese soldiers also had a lot of cigarettes on them, but no one would smoke them privately. The Security Corps had strict military discipline, and all confiscated items were turned over to the public. The rules could not be broken.

The battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and the Japanese soldiers' corpses were hastily buried in several large pits to prevent the spread of disease.

After defeating the overconfident and reckless pursuers, the main force of the Security Corps retreated back to Liuxing Town.

Zhao Yunwen clearly remembers that before landing at Hangzhou Bay, the Japanese had advanced to the Luodian, Liuhang, and Dachang line.

The Japanese high command harbored treacherous intentions and only wanted to tie down the main force of the Nationalist army; a standoff along the Suzhou Creek was what they wanted to see.

The debate among the top military leaders about whether to withdraw or not continued, and as time passed day by day, the situation of hundreds of thousands of troops became increasingly difficult.

Taking advantage of the victory report, Zhao Yunwen risked his life to speak out, hoping that the Military Commission could make a decision as soon as possible, as it concerned the life and death of hundreds of thousands of elite troops.

As the telegram announcing the victory sank into the sea, Zhao Yunwen's mood grew increasingly heavy.

During this period, he reorganized the troops, upgrading all four infantry battalions to regiments, designated as the 1st Security Regiment, the 2nd Security Regiment, the 1st Provisional Regiment, and the 2nd Provisional Regiment.

Lu Ping and Zhao Yunwen no longer served as regimental commanders. The temporary First and Second Regiments were officially designated as the Training Corps and the Supply Corps, respectively. He didn't want to give anyone a reason to criticize him.

These are all basic units of seven or eight hundred men, with each infantry squad consisting of only eight to ten men. Zhao Yunwen is already preparing to gather the defeated soldiers.

Several days later, in Hangzhou Bay, a dense array of ships emerged from the thin mist, and a major crisis was quietly approaching.