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

Amidst the ruins, Wan Guoliang fought tirelessly like a lone wolf.

He had only three people left with him, two of whom were seriously injured.

The troops had long been scattered, and the battle lines were intertwined, with gunfire all around.

His position was a two-story Western-style building, the upper structure of which had been destroyed by cannons, the floorboards were piled with rubble, and the wooden beams that had been set on fire were still emitting wisps of smoke.

He hid two seriously wounded men behind a pile of rubble, which protected them from bullets fired directly at them.

There were five or six Japanese soldiers in front of the house, three on the left flank, and four or five of them died from his gunfire.

The Japanese soldiers seemed to be terrified and hid in the rubble, not daring to show their faces. Wan Guoliang took the opportunity to take stock of his belongings.

One Springfield sniper rifle, one submachine gun, and one regular rifle—these were the three men's main weapons.

Seven long-hand grenades, three melon grenades, 172 rifle rounds, two submachine gun magazines, and 45 loose bullets.

The dry rations in the tactical backpack are enough to last for half a month, but the drinking water is scarce. There are only four canisters with a little over six liters of water, which is not enough for three people to drink freely for more than two days.

To conserve water, Wan Guoliang has stopped eating compressed biscuits, which are wastewater.

He reserved the most nutritious canned food and milk candy for the seriously wounded, while he himself only ate half a can of luncheon meat over two days.

The most seriously injured is still unconscious and is being kept alive by liquid food. Another wounded soldier is in better condition; his right thigh was blown off, and he miraculously survived, but his mental state is not good.

If the Japanese didn't show themselves, Wan Guoliang would just wait them out and feed the seriously wounded when the time came.

He has learned to make his own liquid food by soaking water, milk candy, and shredded luncheon meat into a paste, which Wan Guoliang calls a nutritious meal, making his mouth water.

"Brother Liang, you eat by yourself. Tiezi and I are already useless, we can't be a burden to you."

After Liu Yun finished speaking, he glanced at his leg, which was now only half its original length, his eyes filled with confusion. He didn't know how he would survive in the future.

Wan Guoliang seemed to sense Liu Yun's worry and said firmly:

"We will definitely hold out until the Japanese retreat. The commander will not let our wounded brothers go hungry!"

Liu Yun was a supplementary soldier from the First War Zone, and he didn't know much about Zhao Yunwen and the Tiger Army. In other units, even the Central Army, no one would care about them; getting a few dozen silver dollars as a resettlement allowance would be considered good.

After settling the two wounded soldiers, Wan Guoliang hastily ate half a can of food at Liu Yun's insistence, and then went to his sniping position to keep an eye on the Japanese.

He's not alone now; he has two wounded brothers behind him. He must hold on until victory.

After an unknown amount of time, the Japanese soldiers suddenly made a move. Five of them, two on the left and three on the right, cautiously crept up from the front. It seemed they hadn't given up yet.

Meanwhile, the three Japanese soldiers on the left flank were also coordinating the attack, launching a pincer movement.

Wan Guoliang decided to deal with the Japanese soldiers on the left flank first. He turned his gun towards the veteran leading the charge, and just as the scope was around his chest, he decisively pulled the trigger.

Gunfire shattered the silence of the battlefield. The Japanese soldier's chest exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground.

The other two Japanese soldiers reflexively opened fire in return, their bullets ricocheting wildly, and the Japanese soldiers in front of them were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Wan Guoliang quickly pulled the bolt to reload, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion, taking down another Japanese soldier, leaving only one on the left flank.

The Japanese sergeant on the front line quickly realized what was happening and led his men to accelerate their advance, intending to gain a time advantage.

Wan Guoliang casually tossed aside his sniper rifle, grabbed a submachine gun that was already loaded on the ground, and leaped forward to the front window. At this moment, five Japanese soldiers had already surrounded him, only thirty meters away.

The Japanese soldiers intended to rush into the rooms on the first floor first, and then attack upstairs. Wan Guoliang raised his hand and fired a burst of more than a dozen bullets at the three Japanese soldiers on the right flank.

He didn't have time to aim, he just fired by feel, and the rain of bullets almost covered the area where the Japanese were, killing one and wounding another!

Without a second thought, Wan Guoliang turned and fired two more shots to the left flank, then rolled away and hid behind the broken wall.

"Bang!"

A bullet was fired through the window, and if Wan Guoliang hadn't reacted quickly, he would likely have been hit.

Outside the villa, one of the five Japanese soldiers on the front was killed and two were wounded, while one of the three Japanese soldiers on the left flank was killed and one was wounded, giving Wan Guoliang a chance to catch his breath.

He quickly changed firing positions and observed from a higher vantage point. At this moment, all the Japanese soldiers in front of him were lying in the rubble, and the remaining soldier on the left flank was so frightened that he retreated dozens of meters.

To intimidate the Japanese soldiers facing him, he threw two grenades in succession. Although they did not achieve any results, they frightened the three Japanese soldiers who were still able to fight into not daring to make a move.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wan Guoliang retrieved the sniper rifle, reselected a firing position, and controlled all three remaining soldiers in front of him, waiting for them to peek out.

The two sides remained deadlocked for more than ten minutes. The Japanese soldier, who had been seriously wounded earlier, was struggling in pain and bleeding profusely. If he did not receive first aid, he would die.

There was no one in sight on the second floor where Wan Guoliang was hiding. The Japanese sergeant couldn't figure out where he was hiding and dared not make a move.

But the Japanese had their own pride. There was only one Chinese person upstairs, and they had three left. The dignity of a samurai made it impossible for them to cower like cowards.

The sergeant devised a plan. He first loaded a bullet into the chamber, and then gestured to another Japanese soldier to go and rescue the seriously wounded soldier.

He and another lightly wounded soldier provided cover, but in reality, they used the Japanese soldier as bait to take the opportunity to shoot and kill Wan Guoliang.

The private, acting as bait, took a deep breath, quickly darted out from his hiding place, and rushed straight at the seriously wounded soldier.

The gunshots of Wan Guoliang and the sergeant rang out one after the other. The private was shot and fell down. The bullet pierced through the right side of his helmet and sent him back to his hometown.

Sergeant's reaction was already at the limit of an ordinary veteran; the bullet almost grazed Wan Guoliang's scalp, a miss by a hair's breadth.

Wan Guoliang won his gamble again, escaping with his life, and also discovered the sergeant's hiding place in the rubble.

Having nearly died at the hands of the enemy, Wan Guoliang made a mental note of it and waited quietly for the sergeant to show his face.

After this life-or-death struggle, the sergeant knew he had met his match, and there were only two of them left; he had already abandoned the seriously wounded soldier.

With two against one, the sergeant felt uncertain and was already having second thoughts.

Wan Guoliang has moved to a favorable shooting position; all that's left is to test his patience, which is a sniper's forte.

Time passed slowly, and the sounds of gunfire and artillery could be heard intermittently all around, all signs of life-or-death battles between squads.

The seriously wounded Japanese soldier was no longer moving; he had bled to death and wouldn't live much longer even if he didn't die.

The prolonged standoff tested everyone's willpower, and the first to lose his temper was another Japanese soldier. He had previously suffered minor injuries and lost a lot of blood; although he wouldn't die, it had taken a toll on his strength.

The wounded Japanese soldiers suddenly broke down, firing wildly and yelling:

"You cowardly Chinese, come and duel if you dare!"

Wan Guoliang fired a shot, and the wounded soldier was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

This time, the sergeant didn't fire. Wan Guoliang drew his gun too quickly, only revealing half of his helmet before quickly retreating. He wasn't confident.

Only Sergeant and Wan Guoliang remained on the battlefield, no more than a hundred meters apart. With at least six hours until nightfall, this was a test for both sides.

The two sides just kept at it. Wan Guoliang had received specialized sniping training. Infiltration was the most basic training subject. He could lie in wait for several days without any problems and was particularly resistant to hunger and thirst.

At first, the sergeant could keep up, but after lying down for three hours straight, he couldn't take it anymore. He felt uncomfortable all over, and every extra minute he could endure was a test of his willpower to the limit.

Physical and mental strength were rapidly declining, and the sun, hanging in mid-air, never set.

The sergeant's mind began to wander. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer and decided to take a gamble.

That's how the Japanese are; they love to gamble, especially in dire situations, gambling everything from the foundation of their nation to their lives.

Sergeant decided to gamble his life on Wan Guoliang!

He deliberately created an opening, sticking his head out of the cover before quickly pulling it back in.

After two consecutive unresponsive attempts, he even began to suspect that the Chinese people in front of him had already left.

Gambling is addictive, and he casually provoked him again, when a glimmer of light flashed before his eyes.

The sergeant's mind went blank; he had lost his gamble!

The bullet momentarily immobilized his body, killing him instantly. Wan Guoliang gave him no chance to retaliate.

Wan Guoliang knew he had it just by feeling it. After succeeding, he leaned against the rubble and let out a long sigh of relief. His physical strength was also completely exhausted.

He took a candy out of his pocket, peeled off the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth—it was so sweet.