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

Gunfire echoed through the mountains and fields at Misongpo. More and more Japanese soldiers surged in, but Battalion Commander Qin Haitao showed no anxiety. Instead, he looked like a fisherman who had just caught a big fish, with excitement burning in his eyes—the fishing spot had been set, the fish were swarming, and it was only a matter of time before they hauled in their net.

Qin Haitao was originally the company commander of the Second Company. With the expansion of the Second Battalion into a regiment, he rose through the ranks to become the battalion commander. His battalion, comprising over 380 men including the Sixth Company tasked with luring the enemy, was small in number but possessed formidable firepower: the machine gun company was reduced to an artillery platoon, equipped with three 82mm mortars and two Type 92 infantry guns; each of the three infantry companies was equipped with four M1919 Browning heavy machine guns and three 60mm M2 light mortars, with Browning M1917 automatic rifles even reaching the squad level. With a coordinated barrage of long, medium, and short-range fire, they held off three Japanese infantry companies, stubbornly keeping the main Japanese force pinned down at Misongpo.

The Japanese soldiers were enraged. Battalion Commander Kenji Kondo personally led over three hundred infantrymen, their killing intent palpable, as they charged towards the First Battalion's position. Qin Haitao, no longer holding back, shouted sharply, "Notify the artillery platoon, six rapid-fire rounds—BOOM!"

The signalman immediately waved a signal flag, and the order was transmitted to the artillery platoon in an instant, faster than a radio broadcast. In the blink of an eye, six volleys of shells whistled into the enemy ranks, exploding in a cloud of blood, and Japanese soldiers fell in droves. Kondo hurriedly rolled into a shell crater, barely avoiding shrapnel, and angrily cursed, "Baka! No sportsmanship!"

The other Japanese soldiers were not so lucky; some were beheaded, while others were seriously wounded and wailing. After six rounds of artillery fire, the Japanese soldiers' neat formation was blown to pieces. Although the casualties were not heavy, their arrogance was completely extinguished.

Kondo's face turned ashen. He was shocked to realize that the garrison in front of him was no defeated soldiers. Even the elite Central Army in Shanghai might not have such firepower. An ominous premonition instantly gripped him—the Chinese in Taining Town were far more troublesome than he had imagined.

As the artillery fire ceased, the Japanese soldiers, driven by their officers, charged again. Kondo, having learned his lesson, ducked into a shell crater to direct the attack. The heavy machine gun platoon leader, understanding his intentions, positioned his Type 92 heavy machine gun beside him and unleashed a furious barrage. Wherever Kondo's sword pointed, the bullets swept in, making his presence felt on the front lines.

As the Japanese skirmish lines closed in, the 1st Battalion's machine guns and rifles opened fire simultaneously, and their accuracy skyrocketed. The Japanese used all their Type 92 infantry guns, Type 91 light machine guns, and grenade launchers, and the defending troops in front of the position suffered casualties. The battle instantly intensified, becoming as fierce as the Battle of Shanghai.

Inside the Japanese regimental command post, Toshio Muraji stared at the battle reports from the front lines and said in a deep voice, "Hatano-kun, don't you feel a sense of déjà vu?"

Upon his reminder, Hatano's pupils constricted sharply, his eyes surging with terror. He cried out in a trembling voice, "M1919! The Min 20 mortar, and the M2 light mortar... It's them! It's definitely them! I'd recognize them even if they were ashes!"

"Baka! Who told you to reminisce? Can't you smell the danger?" Muraji Toshio shouted angrily. Hatano's slowness fueled his anger. The equipment and tactics of the guards in front of him were clearly those of Zhao Yunwen's troops!

That was the nickname he gave Zhao Yunwen—the Wolf of China, cunning as a fox and fierce as a wolf, an opponent he never wanted to encounter again in his life.

Hatano stammered, "You mean... there's a conspiracy? Impossible, the Chinese have long been defeated!"

"Those are other Chinese! Zhao Yunwen is a vicious wolf! Have you ever seen a stray dog ​​with such complete heavy firepower?" Muraji Toshio's words were firm and resolute, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty. "It's not a possibility, it's a definite conspiracy! Quick! Get the troops back! Immediately! It will be too late if we wait any longer!"

He practically roared the order, his anxiety churning like a tidal wave. Hatano dared not hesitate any longer, rushing off to relay the retreat order, hoping it was still in time.

Meanwhile, inside the Security Regiment's command post, Zhao Yunwen wore a broad smile, but a cold glint lured in his eyes—the bait had attracted a school of fish, and it was time to haul in the net! Just as he was about to give the order, Lu Ping suddenly cried out, "Commander, the Japanese are retreating!"

"What's the panic?" Zhao Yunwen's tone was calm, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "Did those Japanese devils even ask me before they tried to escape?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shouted sternly, "Fire the signal flare—close the net!"

Lupin swiftly drew his pistol and fired three shots into the sky. Three brilliant signal flares pierced the heavens, shattering Muraji Toshio's last shred of hope.

"It's over! That despicable Chinese wolf has finally shown its fangs!" He slumped into his command chair, his face ashen.

Kondo also saw the signal flare, and just as he was feeling bewildered, a continuous blast of bugle calls suddenly came from both flanks, like the howling of a pack of wolves, piercing straight to the heart.

The Japanese army was thrown into chaos instantly, and the soldiers were in a panic—ahead lay an impenetrable wall of defense, and the ambushers on both flanks were already engaged in firefights with the outer perimeter guards. It was clearly a well-prepared trap!

The area around Misongpo was flat and indefensible. Two regiments of the Security Corps were lying in ambush about 700 to 800 meters away, and the Japanese were completely unaware. Just as they were launching a fierce attack on the First Battalion's position, the ambushers on both flanks had already quietly closed in on the center. By the time the Japanese sentries discovered them, it was too late.

The artillery advanced to within 600 meters and quickly set up their cannons, firing volleys of shells precisely at the chaotic Japanese formation; the infantry advanced to within 300 meters, their machine guns and rifles weaving together into an impenetrable net of fire.

The Japanese soldiers, in a panic, tried to break through to the flanks, only to be met with a hail of machine gun fire. Entire ranks of Japanese soldiers were mowed down; every one who charged forward was killed. The route was completely blocked! The instinct for survival drove them to turn and flee. The ambushing troops on both flanks seized the opportunity to accelerate their encirclement, relentlessly pursuing and attacking the Japanese, especially targeting the fleeing soldiers. Anyone who has ever suffered a defeat knows that on the battlefield, the casualties during a rout are far greater than in positional warfare. In the midst of the commotion, countless Japanese soldiers trampled each other.

The 1st and 2nd Provisional Regiments pressed their advantage, slaughtering the Japanese and leaving corpses strewn across the field. Just when the Japanese thought they could escape, Qin Qingwu led the 109th Regiment, already in full battle array. Ahead lay an impenetrable wall of bullets—a three-sided encirclement with one gap, a testament to China's millennia-old war wisdom. That seemingly only "gate of life" was always a deadly trap set by the strategist.

Strategic planning and decisive victory can be achieved in an instant, from heaven to hell.

"You damned Japanese devils, go to hell!" Zhao Yunwen sneered in a low voice, his tone devoid of any pity. He never left any way out for the Japanese. The 109th Regiment had already laid an ambush at the "Gateway" several kilometers away, and once the Japanese stepped into the encirclement, they would completely cut off their retreat. Since his command talent had been upgraded to that of a general, his mobile warfare skills were already consummate.

The Japanese were completely cornered and could only try to break out in different directions. More than 3,000 soldiers of the Security Corps surrounded them from all sides, and with swords and guns clashing, the Japanese were slaughtered, leaving corpses strewn all over the field, with only one in ten surviving.

Muraji Toshio slowly drew his military sword, his eyes bloodshot, wanting only to salvage his last shred of dignity through the samurai code, but was held back tightly by Hatano:

"Commander! Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. As long as we're alive, we can always fight again!"

"There won't be a next time... Why was Zhao Jun born when Muraji was born!" Muraji Toshio roared with despair in his eyes.

Hatano said no more, and with a wave of his hand, several Japanese soldiers grabbed him and fled to the rear—this was the second time Zhao Yunwen had forced him to commit seppuku, and the feud between the two had long been irreconcilable.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Zhao Yunwen raised his arms and shouted, "The Japanese are fleeing! Sound the charge—annihilate the enemy with all your might!"

The resounding bugle call echoed across Misongpo, and three thousand soldiers charged forward in response, launching a final and fierce attack on the remaining Japanese troops!