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

With the battlefield cleared, the brigade commander issued the next order.

"Porchestrated bridge vehicle, get on!"

The pontoon bridge convoy, which had been waiting at the rear, immediately moved forward.

At the forefront were several heavy-duty mechanized bridge-laying vehicles, which drove directly to the edge of the trench and deployed their erection mechanisms. The massive steel bridge deck, driven by hydraulic systems, slowly extended towards the opposite bank.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

In less than ten minutes, a steel bridge strong enough to support the weight of a tank was erected across the five-meter-wide trench.

Immediately afterwards, more pontoon bridge vehicles began operations.

One bridge, two bridges, three bridges...

That trench, which the Japanese had dug for over a month and boasted about as a "tank killer," was a joke in the face of these professional engineering equipment.

What is professionalism?

That's what you call professional!

In the distance, a Japanese observation post hidden in the bushes witnessed the entire process.

At that moment, he lay prone in the grass, trembling all over.

He watched the tanks easily cross the trenches, watched the Eighth Route Army soldiers rampage across the positions with automatic weapons, and watched the steel bridges being erected as if they were toys...

His worldview completely collapsed.

"Impossible...impossible..."

He murmured to himself, tears streaming down his face.

More than a month.

They dug the trench for more than a month!

It was broken just like that?

He suddenly grabbed the phone next to him and shook it violently:

"Moses, Moses..."

. . .

Jinan, the City of Springs.

The atmosphere remained festive, filled with the cries of women and the wild laughter of the Japanese soldiers.

The restaurant in the city center was brightly lit.

This best restaurant in Jinan has been booked out entirely by the 37th Division today.

Armed guards stood at the entrance, while upstairs and downstairs, people drank and chatted, and bursts of wild laughter from the Japanese soldiers could be heard.

In the largest private room on the third floor, Adachi Nyūzō sat cross-legged in the main seat. The low table in front of him was filled with delicacies, and one pot of sake after another was brought out. He had already drunk so much that his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed.

Those present were all high-ranking officers of the 37th Division: several regimental commanders, cavalry captains, and several staff officers.

"Gentlemen!"

Anda raised his glass, his voice booming.

"Today is the day we celebrate the great victory at Zhongtiao Mountain! Cheers!"

"Dry!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

A regimental commander with a mustache put down his wine glass, wiped his mouth, and laughed, "Division Commander, the brothers in the city are having a blast today. My lads went out to have some fun early this morning."

Another regimental commander chimed in, "That's right, they've been holding back for so long, they deserve a break."

Anda smiled and nodded: "Of course, after winning a battle, we should reward them. The warriors of the empire deserve the best treatment."

"Hehehe, the division commander is absolutely right!"

A lewd laugh echoed from the private room.

Adachi laughed, picked up his wine glass, and said slowly, "Chinese women are born to comfort the warriors of the Empire. Our Imperial Japanese Army has been fighting hard, so it's only right that they contribute their share."

"The division commander's insight is brilliant!"

"That's right!"

"They were born to reward us, hahaha!"

Obscene laughter echoed in the private room.

Just then, the door to the private room was gently pushed open.

A woman's figure appeared in the doorway.

All the men's eyes turned to that direction.

She was an extremely beautiful woman.

It's not the kind of beauty that comes from a village woman, but a refined beauty that permeates to the very core.

She was wearing a gorgeous kimono, with the sash tied perfectly at the waist, outlining her slender waist.

Her features were so exquisite they looked as if they had been painted: willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, a delicate nose, and cherry lips. Her eyes, as they moved, carried an indescribable charm.

She carried the wine pot, walked gracefully to Anda Twenty-Three's side, and gently knelt down.

"Your Excellency Division Commander, let me pour you some wine."

Her voice was soft and sweet, like it had been soaked in honey.

Anda's eyes lingered on her for a few seconds, then he smiled and nodded.

"It is an honor for Adachi that Miss Kaoshi personally poured the wine."

This woman is named Takashi Kusada, and she is the Special Higher Police Section's head in Jinan.

A beautiful female spy.

It is said that he received special training at headquarters, is fluent in multiple languages, and is skilled in various... methods.

Kaohsiung City's Kusada smiled slightly and bent down to pour wine for Adachi.

As she moved, the neckline of her kimono opened slightly, revealing a section of her fair and delicate shoulder. That shoulder was rounded and smooth, gleaming alluringly under the light.

Anda's gaze involuntarily fell there, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Takashi Kusada seemed to notice his gaze, but didn't seem to care. Instead, she slightly turned her body to the side, revealing more of her shoulder.

"Commander, please enjoy your meal."

Her voice was so soft it could melt water.

Anda picked up his wine glass, but his gaze couldn't bear to leave her.

Just then, Takashi Kusada gently moved her body, and the back of her kimono collar opened slightly, revealing a patch of snow-white back.

There was a dragon tattooed on his back.

A dragon crossing the river.

The black ink lines outline the dragon's silhouette, with distinct scales and outstretched claws, as if it were about to take flight at any moment. The lines extend from the shoulder blades to the waist, standing out against the fair skin, and appearing particularly... alluring.

The private room fell silent for a moment.

All eyes were on the dragon.

It was a strange kind of beauty—a charming woman with fierce tattoos, combined to create an indescribable impact.

Kashi Kusada seemed to sense those gazes, but she calmly straightened up, adjusted her kimono, and covered up the exposed skin again.

She raised her head and looked at Anda, her eyes sparkling.

"Those village women in China, how could they possibly know how to serve others?"

Her voice was soft, yet carried a subtle hint of provocation.

"All they do is cry and scream, like pigs being slaughtered. The Empire's warriors fight so hard, and they deserve this kind of trash?"

Anda swallowed hard, picked up his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

He wanted to reach out and pull the woman into his arms.

But he held back.

He dared not touch this woman.

The people in the Special Higher Police have very complicated backgrounds.

Staying away from spies is a military quality that a qualified officer should possess.

Adachi was well aware of this.

The other officers looked at Takashi Kusada with equally gleaming eyes.

His eyes were like a hungry wolf staring at a piece of fat meat.

But they also dared not move.

Spies, getting involved with them is always trouble.

If something happens to her one day and the authorities investigate, whoever touched her will be in trouble.

Regimental Commander Yamamoto swallowed hard, forcibly averting his gaze from Takashi Kusada, and changed the subject with a smile:

"Ahem... Um, Division Commander, I heard that the victory celebration banquet in Beiping was even more lively than ours?"

Adachi nodded as he descended the steps: "With Commander Okamura personally overseeing things, how could it not be lively? I heard that the headquarters specially sent several cartloads of sake, as well as kabuki actors brought from the mainland."

"Kabuki?" Another officer's eyes lit up.

But just then—

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

A messenger stumbled in, his face pale and covered in sweat.

"Reporting to, Commander of the Division!"

Anda frowned and snapped angrily, "Baka! What's the rush!"

The messenger knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling:

"Reporting to the Division Commander! The trench positions... the trench positions are under attack!"