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

Lieutenant Sugiyama was so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground. An entire squad of brave warriors had been chased like rabbits by thirty or forty Chinese men, with almost no chance to fight back.

They were celebrating in the village when they were sneaked to the village entrance and driven out of the village in a daze, with nearly half of them killed or injured.

Having just escaped from the back of the village, they crashed into an ambush, with soldiers blocking their way in front and pursuing them from behind, armed with a large number of submachine guns.

The Sugiyama squad is facing a life-or-death situation; their only chance of survival is to find a way to break through from the front.

"Warriors, let's fight the Chinese! Go for it!"

"Itaiya!"

The Japanese soldiers, yelling and screaming, charged towards the isolated camp in a desperate struggle.

"You idiot, go to hell!"

Yang Guai fired a second shot, killing another sergeant. He deftly pulled back the bolt, opened fire, and the Japanese soldier fell.

His movements were fluid and graceful. Although Yang Guai was somewhat disgusted with the short-barreled Mauser, that was in comparison to the 98K. Compared to the old-fashioned Mauser he used in the 33rd Division, it was far superior.

The short-barreled Mauser rifle in his hand was captured by the reconnaissance company from the White Russians. He also had a Leefield rifle, but ultimately chose the Mauser because he was more comfortable using it.

After killing three Japanese soldiers in succession, he set his sights on Lieutenant Sugiyama, who was holding a military sword upside down and brandishing a Nambu pistol, clearly an officer.

"Go to hell!"

Lieutenant Sugiyama's body seemed to be frozen in place, creating a vivid image. Yang Guai's face revealed his signature smile, and the Japanese soldier he was targeting was a "dead man."

Lieutenant Sugiyama held on for two breaths before finally collapsing.

The fourth one!

Yang Guai exhaled a breath of stale air, finally casting aside the humiliation that had accumulated since retreating into the concession.

He is still a true man of Guanzhong!

When the gunfire ceased, all the Japanese soldiers were reduced to corpses. The isolated battalion suffered almost no casualties, as easily as slaughtering chickens and sheep.

Shangguan Zhibiao raised his arm and called out:

"Brothers, charge!"

Yang Guai got up from the ground and ran faster than anyone else. He rushed forward to grab the spoils, not wanting to fall behind.

He was aware that guns and ammunition would be confiscated, but no one would care if he took a pack or two of cigarettes; he had long since given up, which was very difficult for a smoker.

Yang Guai's long legs gave him a clear advantage, allowing him to arrive first. He casually stabbed the Japanese soldier's corpse with his bayonet before reaching for Lieutenant Sugiyama's pocket.

Sure enough, there was cigarettes! And a few silver dollars too. Yang Guai glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, quickly stuffed the cigarettes and silver dollars into his pocket, looking as guilty as a thief.

The Japanese don't use silver dollars; they must have stolen them. It's a good deal for them. Don't even think about expecting Yang Guai to hand it over voluntarily.

He was hoping to save up enough money to get married!

After Yang Guai got his share of the spoils, he stopped taking more than his share and became much more disciplined, handing over all the spoils he had seized.

The battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and the more than thirty corpses were stripped naked, their white bodies looking dazzling.

Su Wanqing turned her face away shyly, then strode towards the village with her medicine kit on her back, where the injured villagers were waiting for her treatment.

For once, Yang Guai took the initiative, standing on either side of Su Wanqing with Xiao Hubei.

Girls are so precious!

Others also entered the village one after another, and the tragic scenes along the way fueled their rage.

Su Wanqing's tears flowed uncontrollably. She felt as if she had stepped into a living hell. The village was burned to the ground, and the corpses of her fellow villagers were scattered everywhere, including the elderly, young adults, women and children, and even a few-year-old child.

She frantically searched for those still breathing, crying as she applied medicine to the seriously wounded, trying to pull them back from the brink of death.

"Wipe away your tears, will crying save them?"

Xiao Jianyun's cold voice rang in her ears, and she felt so disgusted that she wanted to pounce on him and bite him a few times.

Why didn't you arrive sooner?

Xiao Jianyun was speechless. He also wanted to find it as soon as possible. After the search team sent back the message, he led his entire platoon over.

Although most of the villagers were saved and all the perpetrators were eliminated, the lives lost could never be brought back.

The country was shattered, and the people were massacred. This was a national hardship, and all he could do was fight on until all the invaders were wiped out.

Life goes on, the fight continues!

Xiao Jianyun silently handed a heavy backpack to Su Wanqing. It was filled with medicines and medical equipment, all from the reconnaissance company, which they had taken out to save the people.

Looking at Xiao Jianyun's tall and straight back, Su Wanqing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and bent down to apply medicine to the injured villager.

Little Hubei followed her around like a shadow, while Yang Guai gripped his steel gun tightly with both hands, his wolf-like eyes warily scanning the surroundings. He was determined to protect this girl.

The soldiers of the isolated battalion kept carrying over the wounded they had rescued, not giving up on anyone who still had a breath left.

The soldiers in the reconnaissance company have all received battlefield first aid training and carry first aid kits with them, ready to be used when needed. However, the subsequent professional treatment still depends on Su Wanqing. They mainly help the wounded by stopping the bleeding and bandaging their wounds, keeping them alive.

Xie Jinyuan arrived with his unarmed brothers. Under the guidance of officers, they fought the fire, searched for the wounded, and cared for the surviving civilians. Everyone's eyes were filled with tears, and their brows were filled with deep-seated hatred.

Time flew by, and no one considered that this would delay the march. The cleanup work in the village was not completed until noon.

With the help of the soldiers of the isolated battalion, all the civilians who were killed have been buried. Everything was done simply, as there were not so many formalities during wartime.

The village was cleaned up, and the dead Japanese soldier was hastily buried in a deep pit. To prevent the spread of infectious diseases, lime was sprinkled inside and outside the village.

The dead are gone, but the living must still survive in this chaotic world.

All the wounded have been treated, and Su Wanqing was so exhausted that she almost collapsed.

In the village, some people started fires to cook, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys—a sign of hope for survival.

The soldiers of the isolated battalion also sat down to eat their dry rations. Xiao Jianyun came over and handed Su Wanqing a can of luncheon meat and a portion of field rations.

Su Wanqing had no appetite, especially for meat; just looking at it made her want to vomit.

Xiao Jianyun frowned and said:

"Eat it, that's an order!"

"We still have to march later, and Battalion Commander Yang is counting on you to take care of him. Do you expect someone to carry you?"

After Xiao Jianyun left, Su Wanqing said angrily:

"Fine, I'll eat! Why are you yelling at me? I'm not your soldier!"

Su Wanqing gritted her teeth and finished her dry rations, which made Xiao Hubei instinctively move away. He suspected that what Su-jie was eating was not luncheon meat, but Commander Xiao.

The isolated battalion left the village, armed dozens more men with the captured weapons, and embarked on a new journey.

What they didn't know was that the battle in Yangshu Village had exposed their location, and a huge encirclement was quietly closing in on them.

Zhao Yunwen had already noticed the anomaly and was leading hundreds of soldiers to provide reinforcements. Their destination was the same as that of the isolated army camp and the Japanese troops: the originally peaceful Qingpu County.

The Japanese have laid a trap, and Zhao Yunwen must not only break their trap but also make them pay a heavy price.