One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

"Order! First and Second Regiments, hold the outer perimeter of Baihegang to the death! Do not retreat a single step without my order!"

"yes!"

"Order: The Third, Fourth, and Fifth Regiments shall immediately construct a ring-shaped defensive position using the core hills of Baihegang as support. At all costs, the position must be completed."

"Bring out all available tools and reinforce the fortifications! If we don't have tools, we'll use bayonets or mess kits to dig!"

"yes!"

The remaining 13,000 soldiers, like tightly wound machines, immediately sprang into action.

Wang Lei has decided to completely sacrifice the First and Second Regiments in exchange for time to construct defensive positions.

Upon seeing Wang Lei's arrangement, the Japanese soldiers of the 3rd and 13th Divisions immediately understood his intentions.

They would never give Wang Lei time to build fortifications.

Almost as soon as they arrived at the battlefield, the Japanese troops on both the east and west sides launched an unprecedentedly fierce attack on Baihegang.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two Japanese artillery regiments, one on the east and one on the west, with more than a hundred guns, including 75mm field guns, 105mm howitzers and even 150mm heavy guns, launched a simultaneous bombardment of Baihegang.

Shells rained down on the 108th Division's small, circular position like hailstones.

In an instant, the earth shook, flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed!

The hastily constructed fortifications of the First and Second Regiments were torn apart like paper in the violent explosion.

Before the Japanese artillery bombardment had even ended, the Japanese charge had already begun.

Leading the charge were more than twenty tanks, and the Japanese soldiers, guided by the tanks, launched an overwhelming assault.

On the eastern front, soldiers of the 13th Division surged toward the 1st Regiment's defensive line like a yellow tide.

"Beat them! Give them a good beating!!"

The clones roared furiously.

The remaining heavy machine guns spat out angry tongues of fire, weaving a web of death that swept down swathes of the Japanese soldiers charging ahead.

The riflemen used the shell craters and remaining fortifications to carry out precise firing.

Hand grenades were thrown like locusts, exploding into clouds of blood mist among the Japanese soldiers.

On the western front, the elite troops of the 3rd Division were held back by the detachments of the 2nd Regiment.

The two sides engaged in a fierce and desperate battle in the small area of ​​Baihegang, which is less than ten square kilometers in size.

Relying on their overwhelming firepower and manpower advantage, the Japanese launched wave after wave of attacks, giving the defenders almost no chance to catch their breath.

"Brothers! The division headquarters is right behind us! Don't retreat an inch! Kill!!"

The commander of the First Regiment, shouting hoarsely, stood at the forefront of the trench, holding a light machine gun and firing fiercely.

The bullets clanged as they hit the tank's armor, but could not stop its advance.

The Japanese infantry followed closely behind the tanks, unleashing a barrage of light and heavy machine gun fire like a downpour.

Although the Japanese tanks were thin and fragile, they were immune to bullet attacks. For the 108th Division, which lacked anti-tank weapons, they could only use their flesh and blood to perish together with these tanks.

However, each tank is guarded by hundreds of infantrymen, and the cost of rushing to these tanks is simply too high.

"Grenades! Cluster grenades!" the battalion commander roared, his eyes red.

The commander of the first regiment got angry and grabbed a grenade, ready to personally blow up the tank.

"Commander, I'm going!!"

A squad leader picked up a cluster grenade and charged toward the Japanese tank.

Behind him were several clones.

The Japanese soldiers' covering fire was exceptionally fierce, and many soldiers were killed en route.

In the end, the squad leader, covered in blood, fell under the tracks of a tank.

"boom!!"

A deafening roar followed by a towering burst of flames brought the tank to a standstill, and the squad leader was killed instantly.

Destroying a tank means the sacrifice of several or even a dozen soldiers.

The officers and soldiers of the First Regiment used their flesh and blood to slow down the torrent of steel and engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese soldiers who surged onto the position.

The battle raged on the battlefield, filled with the sounds of fighting and the flying of blood and flesh.

On the western front, the fighting was even more brutal.

The commander of the Second Regiment had already entered the trenches and was fighting the Japanese with bayonets.

"Commander! The 3rd Battalion's position has been breached!"

"Get the guard company to the front! Push the Japanese back!"

The regimental commander drew his broadsword and personally led the guard company in a counter-attack.

A fierce battle ensued, the breach was temporarily sealed, and the commander of the Second Regiment was also hit by several bullets and died a heroic death.

The regimental commander was killed, and the deputy regimental commander took over, but the Second Regiment still fought to the death and refused to retreat. The soldiers almost traded their lives for each other, and they dragged the Third Division's advance back.

The battle lasted from afternoon until dusk.

The entire First Regiment, from the regimental commander down, was killed in action; not a single soldier survived.

Nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers lay dead in front of the position, but their defensive line had been completely flattened.

The second regiment also suffered heavy casualties, with only a hundred or so survivors left, bearing numerous wounds, and were forced to abandon their position and retreat into the core hills.

The first and second regiments were almost completely wiped out, but they risked their lives to buy Wang Lei a crucial few hours.

During this time, Wang Lei has completed the construction of most of the fortification.

Although it was still quite rudimentary, it was sufficient to withstand the Japanese's fierce artillery bombardment.

After the Japanese occupied the outer positions of Baihegang, they did not give the 108th Division any time to adjust and immediately launched an attack on the core hills.

Countless Japanese soldiers, like a converging flood, surged towards this last isolated island from all directions.

Even more intense artillery fire followed.

This time, the Japanese artillery fire was almost entirely concentrated in this small area.

The entire hill trembled when the shells from the 150mm heavy artillery fell.

Fortunately, Wang Lei dug a sturdy anti-artillery bunker, so even with the artillery fire outside, it could not cause too many casualties to the 108th Division.

Once the Japanese artillery fire stopped and the infantry and tanks began their charge, Wang Lei immediately crawled out of the command post and roared:

"All troops, move into position! Let the Japanese get close and attack!"

Wang Lei's voice was relayed to every corner of the defense line by messengers and officers at all levels.

The surviving officers and soldiers, including many lightly wounded, quickly took their positions.

The roar of the heavy machine guns rang out again, but their numbers had dwindled to almost nothing.

Czech-made light machine guns and rifles became the backbone of the force, bullets whistled through the air, and grenades exploded in clusters of death among the enemy ranks.

The ferocity of the battle far exceeded that of the surrounding areas.

In order to relieve the pressure, Wang Lei had no choice but to order the artillery to keep knocking out the Japanese firing positions.

However, every artillery position exposed was met with relentless attacks from the Japanese, and the artillery resources that Wang Lei had painstakingly built up were completely destroyed by the Japanese.

Having lost his artillery, Wang Lei could only rely on rifles and machine guns to fight back against the Japanese. Fortunately, the Japanese tanks could not climb the steep hills.

To hold the line, Wang Lei personally went to the front lines, appearing wherever there was a crisis.

He picked up a rifle with a fixed bayonet and, like an ordinary soldier, engaged in bayonet fighting with the Japanese soldiers who had stormed into the position.

Seeing their commander's actions, the officers and soldiers were all willing to risk their lives.

"Commander! Position number three on the east side is about to collapse!"

"Move the reserves up immediately!"

"The machine gun bunker on the west side has been destroyed by Japanese artillery fire!"

"Build fortifications with corpses! Keep fighting!"

Orders and reports flew back and forth amidst the sounds of gunfire.

The position changed hands repeatedly, and each recapture was accompanied by even heavier casualties.

The corpses piled up in the trenches, leaving almost no room to step, and the blood soaked the soil into a dark red mud.