You are ordered to support the War of Resistance against Japan; China enters Level 1 combat readines

"We still have 40 more bombs!" The brigade commander became more and more excited as he spoke. "Four companies' worth of 40 bombs—enough to take down bunkers, firing positions, and fight in urban warfare. One bomb will wipe out an entire area!"

The two of them talked back and forth, going over the entire battle process again and again.

Finally, the brigade commander raised his head and looked at Shen Wang.

"Mr. Shen, do you see a problem?"

Shen Wang thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"No problem. Absolutely no problem."

He pointed to Jinan on the map, his tone resolute.

"Even if it's just an entire division, we'll fight it without hesitation!"

The brigade commander laughed heartily: "That's right! Even if it's an entire division, we'll take them down without hesitation!"

Shen Wang nodded, then suddenly turned his gaze to the brigade commander.

"I suggest we deploy the Flying Tigers."

The brigade commander was taken aback: "The Flying Tigers?"

Shen Wang nodded: "Right! Take advantage of the chaos to storm Quancheng and wipe out the Japanese command headquarters!"

"The decapitation strike and the frontal assault will be carried out simultaneously!"

The brigade commander pondered for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

"That makes sense! The fiercer the frontal attack, the more the Japanese will focus their attention outside the city, leaving the headquarters vulnerable... At that moment, a small elite unit can sneak in amidst the chaos..."

He slammed his hand on the table.

"Okay! It's settled then!"

Just as Shen Wang was about to speak, the brigade commander suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"but--"

Shen Wang was taken aback.

The brigade commander looked at him with a frighteningly serious expression.

"Mr. Shen, there is a prerequisite."

"Please speak."

The brigade commander said, emphasizing each word, "You are absolutely not allowed to go to the front lines!"

Shen Wang was stunned.

The brigade commander continued, "You personally trained the Flying Tigers Regiment. Commanding them is no problem, but you can only command from the rear; you can't personally charge into Quancheng!"

"In a chaotic brawl involving tens of thousands of people, anything can happen. If something happens to you, I'll never be able to face headquarters for the rest of my life!"

Shen Wang opened his mouth, as if to say something.

The brigade commander interrupted him directly: "Don't say that! This is non-negotiable! If you don't agree, the Flying Tigers regiment is not allowed to go!"

Shen Wang fell silent.

He knew the brigade commander was doing it for his own good.

And to be honest, he really didn't need to take that risk.

Killing Japanese soldiers with his own hands would indeed earn him ten times the military merit, but in a melee of tens of thousands, even if he charged in, how many could he actually kill? If something unexpected happened, it would be a complete loss.

Shen Wang gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"Fine, if you're not going, then you're not going."

The brigade commander then smiled: "That's more like it!"

Then, pointing to Jinan on the map, he began assigning tasks.

"The frontal assault will be under my unified command. The Type 59 tanks will lead the way, followed by the motorized infantry brigade. The engineer battalion will be responsible for building bridges, and the Type 107 artillery will be responsible for fire support."

"The Flying Tigers will be under your remote command. Once the main battle begins, they will take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate and head straight for the Japanese headquarters."

"Target--"

The brigade commander raised his head, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Take Jinan and capture Anda Twenty-Three alive!"

Shen Wang nodded heavily.

"Okay! It's settled then!"

. . .

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Jinan, the City of Springs.

Before dawn, the city was already bustling with activity.

Many Japanese soldiers got up early from their barracks, put on their clean military uniforms that they had kept at the bottom of their trunks, and some even put hair oil on their hair, making it shiny.

They gathered in twos and threes in the courtyard, chattering excitedly about something, their faces beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Koizumi-kun, I heard that today's sake was imported from Japan?"

"Of course! The commander specially arranged for them; there's plenty!"

"Hehe, plenty of alcohol, plenty of meat, and... plenty of that too, right?"

"Hahaha! You little rascal, that's all you're thinking about!"

Laughter echoed through the barracks.

As dawn broke, Japanese soldiers couldn't wait to slip out of their barracks and sneak into the streets and alleys of the city in small groups.

Their goal was clear—

Flower Girl.

The so-called victory celebration was, to put it bluntly, a way to reward the soldiers.

After winning the battle, these "imperial warriors" should be allowed to relax.

Arson and murder might not be acceptable, since order must be maintained in the city and things can't be too ugly, but rape and looting...

In the eyes of the Japanese high command, this was no big deal.

A group of ordinary soldiers who are constantly pent up are prone to causing trouble. Releasing their energy appropriately can make the soldiers more loyal without causing too much chaos.

Anyway, those Chinese people aren't citizens of the Great Japanese Empire.

As for what will happen to those women who have been abused?

who cares?

The sun gradually rose higher.

More and more Japanese soldiers were appearing on the streets. At first, they were a little more restrained, only staring at the women on the street with disgusting eyes and uttering lewd words.

"Yosh, this is good."

"I like that youthful energy!"

"Hehe, I'll go find them after we finish our drinks!"

But soon, after a few drinks, they completely let loose.

In an alley in the east of the city, a Japanese sergeant in a kimono staggered along, carrying a half-empty bottle of sake. He saw a young woman walking quickly past with her head down, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"Baka! Stop right there!"

He staggered after her and grabbed her arm.

The woman turned around in horror, her face deathly pale.

She was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, with two braids and wearing coarse cloth clothes; she looked like the daughter of an ordinary family.

"T-Taijun..."

"Yoshi, pretty girl!"

The Japanese officer grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and pulled the girl forcefully into his arms.

The girl struggled desperately, her screams shattering the tranquility of the alley.

"Help! Help me!"

The doors of the nearby shops slammed shut instantly, and no one dared to come out.

At the alley entrance, several passersby walked quickly with their heads down, as if they hadn't seen anything.

The Japanese sergeant laughed loudly, pressed the girl against the wall, and groped her body with his rough hands.

"No! Don't!"

"Let me go! You beast, let me go!"

"Waaaaah..."

The girl's cries and the Japanese soldiers' lewd laughter echoed through the alley.

……

On a street in the west of the city, an even more chaotic scene is unfolding.

Seven or eight drunken Japanese soldiers broke into a house, and screams of a woman and cries of a child could be heard from inside.

"Get out! All of you, get out here!"

A Japanese soldier kicked open the door and rushed into the room.

Inside the house, a woman in her thirties was tightly holding two children, huddled in a corner, trembling all over.

"Pretty girl! Hehe!"

The Japanese soldier stepped forward, grabbed the woman's hair, and dragged her away.

The woman struggled desperately, while her two children clung to her legs, crying out, "Mother, Mother."

Another Japanese soldier stepped forward, kicked the older child away, and the child hit the wall and cried out. He then picked up the younger child and threw him aside like trash.

"Get out of my way! Don't get in my way!"

The two children fell to the ground and cried their hearts out.

The woman was dragged out of the door, and her screams faded into the distance.

Inside the house, the two children were hugging each other, crying so hard they could barely breathe.

"Mother, mother..."