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

After incorporating the 109th Regiment, the Security Corps left Anting Town the following morning and headed straight for Kunshan City.

Kunshan City was an important transit point for supplies for the Nationalist army. The city was stockpiled with a huge amount of combat supplies. The left wing army had just withdrawn and was heading along the Beijing-Shanghai Railway to the Wufu Line to organize a new defense. Meanwhile, the Japanese pursuers were to arrive in Kunshan City in two days to join forces.

With a time difference of nearly two days, these supplies in the other timeline ultimately benefited the Japanese, which Zhao Yunwen naturally wouldn't be willing to accept.

He wanted to be the first to clear everything out, leaving nothing for the Japanese.

On the road to Kunshan City, there were fleeing soldiers everywhere, including the Central Army, the Guangxi Army, the Sichuan Army, the Northeast Army, and the Hunan Army. Zhao Yunwen accepted them all and gathered more than two thousand people in just one day.

Zhao Yunwen replenished these defeated soldiers into the various regiments, greatly increasing their strength.

Instead of distributing them equally, he prioritized expanding the Second Security Regiment to 2000 men, restoring the 109th Regiment to 1000 men, and increasing the Provisional First and Second Regiments to over 1200 men each.

After the troops completed their expansion, Zhao Yunwen led the main force into Kunshan City, leaving the 109th Regiment and the 2nd Provisional Regiment to guard outside the city.

After Zhao Yunwen entered the supply warehouse, he realized how wasteful the Nationalist army was. It was no exaggeration to describe it as piled up like mountains, with tens of thousands of 82mm mortar shells alone.

There were countless supplies of food, ammunition, and clothing, and several warehouses of various sizes. Now it was Zhao Yunwen's turn to have a happy problem.

"System, how many supplies can I store in my system warehouse?"

There is still 27000 cubic meters of space remaining, which could hold approximately 3 tons of grain.

After considering it in his mind for a moment, Zhao Yunwen said:

"I'm going to sell three damaged 75mm mountain guns; they're taking up too much space."

[Host, the 75mm cannon is worth 3000 contribution points per unit when recycled, and 3500 points per unit when it's intact. Are you sure you want to sell it?]

Although it was very uneconomical, Zhao Yunwen still decided to allocate as little space as possible.

"Sure!"

[Congratulations, host, you have gained 9000 contribution points, 100 cubic meters of rare storage space, a total contribution point balance of 825000 points, and 27100 cubic meters of storage space.]

Cannons take up a lot of space, especially 105mm heavy cannons, but Zhao Yunwen would not be willing to give these heavy weapons back to the system at 3% of their original value.

"System, use all the space to store supplies: 2 tons of food, 5 rifles, and the rest ammunition."

[Received. Due to the high density of ammunition, a total of over 5 tons have been stored, including various types of artillery shells, bullets, and grenades.]

The supplies in several warehouses were instantly reduced by more than half, as shown on the system's warehouse supply list:

25842 artillery shells of various types, 129528 hand grenades, more than 300 million rounds of ammunition, 5000 short-barreled Mauser rifles, 26 75mm mountain guns, and 12 105mm mountain guns.

"System, the space in the time-space warehouse is too small. When will it be upgraded?"

[Host, as long as you keep checking in and upgrade the Time-Space Warehouse to level three, it will be more than enough. Just a friendly reminder, it's very, very large!]

The system is tight-lipped; since the time-space warehouse is full, let's move it:

Fortunately, the Security Corps had more than 800 mules and horses and 5 soldiers, and could take a lot of them with them, which could guarantee the consumption of several thousand people for a month.

No one knew how much supplies were in the warehouses, so Zhao Yunwen ordered that as much as possible be moved, and then they evacuated Kunshan City overnight.

Zhao Yun was the last to leave, and no one knew what he was going to do.

"System, will you accept these supplies that can't be moved?"

Of course we'll buy it, and we'll even offer it at 30% of its original price.

"Damn, you're so greedy! These are all top-quality food, clothing, and ammunition!"

[Host, this is a program. You can choose not to sell.]

Zhao Yunwen was utterly speechless and had no choice but to compromise; it was better than leaving it to the Japanese.

"Let's calculate how many contribution points we can recover."

[87500 points, should they be returned to the system?]

"Recycle!"

[Congratulations, host, you have gained 87500 contribution points. Your current balance is 912500 points.]

With an increase of 87500 points, Zhao Yunwen was in high spirits. This trip to Kunshan was worthwhile, and the most satisfying thing was leaving the Japanese with an empty city.

The day after the Security Corps withdrew, the Japanese troops from the Shanghai Expeditionary Army arrived in Kunshan City, followed by the left wing of the 10th Army. The two sides then joined forces in Kunshan City.

To their disappointment, there was nothing in the city. After questioning the locals, they learned that they had arrived too late.

Upon learning that a Nationalist army had emptied Kunshan City of supplies, the Japanese soldiers were furious. Considering the strategic importance of Kunshan, they decided to leave a regiment to mop up the fleeing soldiers while the main force headed straight for the Wu-Fu line.

In Taicang, the security regiment arrived before the routed soldiers. Just as Zhao Yunwen had predicted, almost all the local officials and garrison troops had fled. The bunker gates were tightly closed, and without exception, each one had a large padlock on it.

Zhang Yi's face was so gloomy it could drip water. These defense works were built by the government at great expense. Although most of them were built with shoddy workmanship, they were better than nothing on a plain with no natural defenses.

"Smash all the locks for me!"

Zhang Yi gave a cold shout. The battlefield was changing rapidly. The pursuers were right behind them, and the routed soldiers had no patience to break the lock.

The security guards had just smashed a few things when someone came out to stop them. He claimed to be the administrator and said that without the approval of the Military Commission, no one could damage national defense facilities.

Upon learning this, Zhang Yi was furious and shouted:

"These sons of bitches, they're wielding their power like it's their own!"

Zhang Yi walked over with a murderous aura and saw a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with an arrogant demeanor.

"Open all the doors!"

The man in the Zhongshan suit glanced sideways at Zhang Yi and said coldly:

"Who are you? Coming here to act all high and mighty? Do you have an order from the Military Commission? This is the National Defense Engineering Management Office, not a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can run wild."

Zhang Yi raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged man twice across the face, instantly swelling him up like a steamed bun.

The middle-aged man, not expecting Zhang Yi to attack him, stammered:

"You dare hit me? Do you know who my second uncle is?"

Zhang Yi, too lazy to waste any more words with him, pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the middle-aged man's forehead, coldly saying:

"I don't care who your second uncle is! Unlock all the locks, or you're dead!"

The middle-aged man felt an immense murderous aura, which terrified him so much that his legs trembled and he almost wet himself.

When a scholar encounters a soldier, he cannot reason with him and can only stammer and beg for mercy:

"Sir, please calm down! Be careful not to misfire! I'll drive... I'll drive, okay?"

Zhang Yi glanced at the middle-aged man with disdain:

"Look at you! Hurry up, or you'll delay military affairs, or I'll beat you to a pulp!"

The middle-aged man dared not utter another word and obediently opened the door. Zhang Yi confiscated all the locks before coldly shouting:

"Let's go to Changshu!"

A few hours later, Song Xilian led the remnants of the 36th Division to the scene, took over the fortifications, and did her best to block the pursuers.

Ten kilometers northwest of Kunshan City, at the temporary headquarters of the Security Regiment, Chief of Staff Lu Ping rushed over to report:

"Commander, the reconnaissance company has discovered a large number of Japanese soldiers heading towards us. They have already massacred two villages along the way, with two to three thousand people."

Upon hearing the words "massacre of the village," Zhao Yunwen instantly flew into a rage. The Japanese had committed countless atrocities during their advance on Nanjing, which was one of the reasons he remained in the rear.

"Assemble the troops immediately and wipe out those bastards!"