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

Outside the city walls, the long-suppressed Japanese soldiers charged madly into the city, shouting wildly.

Guo Zhideng has already issued an order to lift military discipline for three days. The 5th Division's celebration is about to begin, and no one wants to be left behind.

The Itagaki Division, having suffered repeated setbacks, needed killing and bloodshed to regain its invincible state. The 16th Division had not yet realized that they could take all the spoils.

Kill them all, burn them all, loot them all. The young women can be violated at will. The lust in Sergeant Iguchi's triangular eyes is burning fiercely. This reminds him of his days in Jinling City. It was truly an unforgettable time.

As one of the few veterans in the Guozhi Detachment who had experienced the Battle of Nanjing, he understood better than anyone what the celebration of lifting military discipline meant.

First, he had to rob money, lots and lots of money. After robbing money from Nanjing and sending it back to his hometown, his parents became the envy of the whole village, and he himself became the "other people's child" that everyone praised.

The influence of role models is immense. Since then, young people in the village have signed up for the army one after another. Many of the recruits in the Fifth Division were from their village, and some didn't even have the status of cannon fodder. They were training in their hometown, waiting for their chance to go to the battlefield.

The women in the village were vying to marry him, and Iguchi Jiro became a hero in their eyes. His father had already chosen a woman with a round face for him, and they were just waiting to return after the Holy War to get married.

His father had already eagerly tasted the fresh fruit by the river, and was even pregnant. He had already thought of a name for the child: "Three times by the river, and he'll be a father when he goes back to the well."

In order to grab the most money, Iguchi Jiro rushed to the front. The earthen walls of the city had already been blown open in many places, like a woman stripped naked, waiting for the Japanese devils to ravage her.

"Itaiya!"

"Mikado Itaya!"

Sergeant Iguchi shouted slogans and was the first to rush into the city, with gleaming white silver dollars beckoning to him.

"boom!"

Jiro Iguchi's mind went blank, and the desire in his eyes was instantly replaced by fear. His joy turned to sorrow; he had probably, possibly stepped on a landmine!

His legs were blown off at the root, and his body was propelled half a meter forward by inertia before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Baka yarou, save me!"

No one heard his pleas. Explosions rang out one after another as they rushed into the minefield carefully laid by the isolated battalion, suffering heavy casualties.

This isn't the end of it; they're taking advantage of someone's illness to kill them. The minefield was just an appetizer.

After the Japanese vanguard was blown to bits, the isolated battalion that had been lying in ambush in the street opened fire with all its might, with hundreds of machine guns and rifles firing fiercely at the Japanese, mercilessly beating a drowning dog – this was their specialty.

In the 324th Division's deployment, the 648th Regiment, where the isolated battalion was located, was still at the forefront. From Zhabei to Sihang Warehouse, from Kunshan to Nanjing, they fought the most street battles and had the richest combat experience. Naturally, the best steel should be used where it is most needed.

Shangguan Zhibiao has been promoted to deputy regimental commander and battalion commander, Yang Guai has grown into an outstanding company commander with rich combat experience, and Xiao Hubei's rank has been promoted to sergeant squad leader through special procedures. All of these achievements were made possible by the corpses of Japanese soldiers.

Before this, the isolated battalion had made extensive preparations, including burying thousands of landmines, just waiting for the Japanese to take their seats.

The Japanese soldiers at the forefront numbered several hundred, forming an under-strength battalion. Caught off guard, they suffered heavy casualties in a short time under the combined attack of the isolated battalion. The remaining soldiers fled in terror, leaving behind a large number of wounded, including Iguchi Jiro, whose legs were blown off.

In the eyes of the Japanese, seriously wounded soldiers were useless and of no value to be taken back. If they had won the battle, at least they could save their lives.

In this situation, there is no other way but to wait for death.

Driven by the instinct for survival, he reached out and, with all his might, grabbed a private's trouser leg, pleading desperately:

"Save me, take me back, I'm still useful."

"Baka yarou, let go!"

The private was furious that a piece of trash dared to drag him down, and he couldn't shake him off even after several attempts.

Everyone was running for their lives, racing against time. Enraged, the private first class drew his bayonet and swung it fiercely at Iguchi Jiro's hand.

Iguchi Jiro screamed as his hand was severed at the root by a sharp bayonet, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

His hand was still gripping the private's trouser leg tightly, which could be considered his last act of defiance.

Even if you can't go back to your hometown, at least you can use your hands.

Iguchi Jiro first had both legs blown off, and now he has had one hand cut off. He is writhing on the ground in pain, suffering all kinds of human suffering.

The Second Company was busy cleaning up the battlefield, while the First and Third Companies were on guard, expertly finishing off wounded Japanese soldiers.

When Xiao Hubei appeared in Iguchi Jiro's field of vision, he stretched out his last hand, not to beg for survival, but to hope that the other party would give him a quick death.

He is now enduring pain worse than purgatory; death is the best release and the best way to atone for the heinous crimes he has committed.

The young man from Hubei thrust his bayonet forward, and Iguchi Jiro smiled. He could finally return to his hometown...

A piercing pain shot through Iguchi Jiro's hand again. Xiao Hubei had missed, piercing through his only healthy hand before pulling it away.

Blood spurted out again, and Xiao Hubei gave a strange smile before leaving.

The others cleaning up the battlefield also walked around it, pretending not to see it, which was different from what Iguchi Jiro had expected.

The isolated battalion quickly cleared the battlefield, finishing off the enemy soldiers, picking up their weapons and ammunition, and leaving. They remained there until they were completely hidden in the streets and alleys. Iguchi Jiro was still alive, clinging to his last breath, having tasted all the pain of the world.

As his blood drained away, his consciousness blurred. Countless Chinese souls, brutally murdered by his blade, were beckoning to him, among them the Chinese woman from Nanjing who had been tortured to death:

"Give me back my life!"

Jiro Iguchi died in a foreign land, and no one cared about his life or death. The Chinese didn't even bother to finish him off.

After the isolated battalion succeeded in its attack, it hid in the tunnels, leaving only a few observers. The entire city was almost hollowed out by the 324th Division, with interconnected passageways.

At the headquarters of the 11th Infantry Regiment, Colonel Yuichi Nagano was so enraged that he slapped Major Kamei, the regimental commander, until his face was swollen like a pig's head.

"You idiots, a bunch of useless trash!"

"Excuses, all excuses! What waves can a bunch of defeated soldiers make?"

You've completely disgraced the Itagaki Division!

No wonder Colonel Nagano was so angry. The operation was already over, and half a battalion had been lost. He didn't know how to explain it to the brigade commander.

Major Kamei was also aggrieved, but he forced himself to say:

"The Chinese are cunning; they ambushed people in the city streets and alleys, with machine guns everywhere."

Caught completely off guard, the warriors were subjected to intense machine gun fire, suffering heavy casualties and forced to retreat temporarily.

Senior staff officer Major Ogasawara realized the seriousness of the situation and said in a deep voice:

"Commander, the Chinese are going to fight the Imperial Army in street battles."

"The Tiger Legion still has at least 20,000 men. I understand; they abandoned the Jinshui River to fight in street battles!"

"What?! Urban warfare? Do those backward Chinese even know what urban warfare is? Their army's organizational skills are simply incapable of fighting in urban areas!"

Colonel Nagano was a traditional officer. In his mind, the fall of a city meant the end of the battle. What the hell was street fighting?

Major Kamei, a recent graduate of the Army War College, was well-traveled and experienced, setting him apart from the older officers in terms of perspective. He spoke with a firm tone:

"No mistake, other Chinese troops may not have this organizational ability, but our opponent is the Tiger Army!"

Hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops withdrew, but the Tiger Army persisted, blocking the enemy's advance from the Jialu River to the Jinshui River, and preventing any major defeats.

"This time is no different. Report to His Excellency the General and come up with a feasible solution, otherwise the Imperial Army will suffer heavy losses!"

Colonel Nagano said nonchalantly:

"If the Chinese insist on defending the city to the death, then bury them along with the city."

Fire! Blow up all the houses!

The Japanese army had a strict hierarchy. Colonel Nagano had made up his mind, and Major Kamei dared not say anything more and had to carry out the order.

Before long, shells rained down on the city, and at the same time, the 41st Infantry Regiment on the right flank was also shelling, and the entire eastern part of the city was shrouded in artillery fire.

Houses and shops were destroyed, and a century of accumulated wealth was reduced to rubble. The city was engulfed in flames and thick smoke billowed, as if it were the end of the world.

Colonel Nagano was very satisfied with the shelling's effect and said smugly:

"You all see that, don't you? This is the price the Chinese pay for their death throes!"

"Now our warriors can go and collect the corpses of the Chinese! Charge in and slaughter all the Chinese!"

Colonel Nagano roared hoarsely, determined to reclaim his lost dignity through endless slaughter.

The Itagaki Division cannot be humiliated!

Major Kamei was not as optimistic as him; his eyes were full of worry, but he carried out the order without hesitation.

More than two thousand Japanese soldiers surged into the city like a tidal wave, and soon after, gunfire erupted like popping beans. Major Kamei's worst fears had come true.