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

The Japanese soldiers' sporadic firing was no match for the rapidly advancing cavalry. Many riflemen only fired two or three bullets before their horses were upon them, leaping high above their heads and slashing down with their sabers, severing round heads from their bodies, and gushing blood like a fountain.

The Japanese troops' chaotic formation was shattered by the ramming of their warhorses and instantly disintegrated, losing all courage to continue fighting.

The cavalry regiment was like a hungry wolf among sheep, attacking and killing indiscriminately. The Japanese soldiers could only flee in all directions until they were hacked to death by sabers.

The battle lost all suspense and became a one-sided massacre of the infantry by the cavalry. They were slaughtered in a short time, and the ground was littered with the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.

Major Hoshino and his men also failed to escape. Two legs could not outrun four. After the cavalry regiment arrived, a portion of them were sent to pursue the fleeing Japanese soldiers, because they were worried that the Japanese would cause trouble if they went up the mountain.

The hunt for infantry by cavalry only ended when the last Japanese soldier was swept down on the hillside by submachine guns. The Japanese flanking force was completely wiped out, dealing a heavy blow to the 9th Regiment.

When Colonel Koji Kenji, commander of the Ninth Regiment, received the news, he was furious:

"You bastards! These Chinese are going too far!"

"Where did the 31st Division get so many cavalry?"

The senior staff officer quickly reminded him:

"Commander, intelligence indicates that the 31st Division has only one cavalry company, which should be the Tiger Legion's cavalry regiment."

"Damn it, it's the Tiger Army again! They're everywhere!"

Gu Xianjian was truly devastated. He now gets a headache just hearing about the Tiger Army and has developed a psychological trauma from being beaten.

The senior staff officer continued:

"It seems that Zhao Yunwen is guarding against the Imperial Army taking the mountain trails. With this cavalry force in place, the route for small units to conduct flanking operations has been completely blocked."

Unless we can eliminate it!

Colonel Gu Xian coldly shouted:

"Stop talking nonsense. How do we eliminate them? The cavalry are too mobile; the infantry can't catch them at all."

"Commander, the best way to deal with cavalry is still with cavalry. Right now, we can only ask the division commander for tactical guidance."

The senior staff officer's unspoken message was that the division commander should send a cavalry regiment to participate in the battle, as only in this way could the threat on the flank be eliminated. Colonel Kojiro deeply agreed with this sentiment.

After losing an infantry battalion, the 9th Infantry Regiment had lost the ability to continue its offensive. With a long sigh, it said:

"Then let's request tactical guidance from the division commander!"

The senior staff reminded him again:

"Should we inform the General?"

Colonel Gu Xian then realized that he had overstepped his bounds. Normally it would be fine, but now they had just suffered a defeat and lost a battalion. At this time, it was best not to offend the brigade commander. Thinking of this, he nodded and decided to report it level by level.

The cavalry regiment quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and the chief of staff excitedly reported:

"Commander, we killed 861 Japanese soldiers below the rank of major, captured two Type 92 infantry guns, five intact Type 92 heavy machine guns, more than 600 rifles and pistols, more than 300 mules and horses, one radio, and a certain amount of ammunition and supplies."

Our side suffered 33 cavalry casualties, including 19 killed in action and 14 wounded. We also lost 11 warhorses.

Cavalry Regiment Commander Yao Wangshan couldn't help but frown. The casualties were still quite high, but the Japanese had a large number of machine guns, which was unavoidable. He then said:

"Take good care of the wounded brothers, report the results of the battle to the commander immediately, and send out scouts to the surrounding areas to keep a close watch on the Japanese."

Chief of Staff Zhu Heng accepted the order and left, while Yao Wangshan went to visit the wounded brothers.

On the main front of Yingzui Mountain, the 133rd Division's offensive continued, but it was somewhat running out of steam.

More than two thousand Japanese soldiers were pinned down on the hillside and could not advance an inch. Their casualties continued to rise. Colonel Yamada had long lost his previous composure, and his face was as black as charcoal.

"A bunch of useless trash. They couldn't even take down a small mountain. They've completely disgraced the Imperial Army."

Although Colonel Yamada was mentally prepared to pay with lives, he still couldn't turn a blind eye when faced with the reality.

The senior staff reminded him:

"Commander, breaking through the gorge will not be a task that can be accomplished in a day; we must be patient."

The Imperial Army suffered heavy casualties, as did the Chinese. This is a war of attrition, and this is only just beginning.

Colonel Yamada had clearly lost his patience and shouted coldly:

"How long will it take to see results? If we keep fighting like this, there won't be many warriors left!"

"Commander, there's nothing we can do about it. The 323rd Division still has at least several thousand men and has the advantage of terrain. Even if it's a one-to-one exchange, we'd have to pay the price of three thousand men to defeat them."

"What?! Three thousand men?! The 133rd Regiment only has a little over three thousand men in total. They'll have to wipe out the entire Yamada Regiment!"

Yamada was practically roaring; this loss was unacceptable to him. Instead, the senior staff officer coldly stated:

"Replenish when you run out of manpower. Besides, it's not just the Yamada Regiment that's fighting. There's also the Kondo Regiment, and the Nanbu Regiment can take turns fighting."

"The gorge is the only place the Yamada Regiment can capture; even the entire 16th Division wouldn't be enough. We can't let the 13th Division get it for free."

These words sounded rather disheartening. If it were in the past, Colonel Yamada would definitely have cursed him out, but now he has chosen to remain silent, which is quite unusual.

After a long pause, he finally spoke:

"Whether or not the 13th Division needs to assist is a matter for the division commander to consider. We need to control the pace of our attack; we can't afford to wipe out the 133rd Regiment again."

The senior staff officer followed up on his words:

"The 38th Regiment is wise. With the 38th Regiment holding the right flank in check, we only need to maintain enough pressure on the Chinese. There's no need to fight to the death right away."

The battle at Eagle's Beak Mountain will require time and patience; slow and steady wins the race.

Colonel Yamada understood immediately and had an idea in mind:

"There's no need to force the warriors to launch a direct assault. Let things take their course, and when it's about time, let the warriors come down and rest for a while."

On the front line, Lieutenant Colonel Luo Yufeng, commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 645th Regiment, coldly stared ahead. The battle was easier than he had expected. The Japanese soldiers looked aggressive, but they did not pose a substantial threat to the defensive line.

The Third Battalion fought with great composure, and Japanese corpses were scattered all over the hillside. Deputy Battalion Commander Chen Jianbo came over and said:

"The Japanese offensive seems to have weakened considerably; they've stopped charging forward and are just exchanging fire with us from a distance of about a hundred meters. Their casualties have decreased significantly. Could they be playing some kind of trick?"

Luo Yufeng snorted coldly:

"What other tricks can they play? Both sides are playing their cards openly now, using cannons, poison gas, incendiary bombs, they've exhausted all means, the only thing missing is aerial bombing."

Even if the Japanese send planes, it won't change the situation. If they want our positions, they'll have to pay with their lives!

Chen Jianbo also said with great curiosity:

"It's really strange. In such a major battle, we didn't even see a single Japanese plane. That's very unusual."

Luo Yufeng also sensed it, but couldn't understand it, so he could only say:

"Qingshan Gorge is just a small mountain pass, not well-known. The battle between the two sides involved hundreds of thousands of people and stretched for thousands of miles. Aircraft were needed everywhere, so it's normal that we didn't get a chance."

"We just received a report from the division headquarters that the cavalry regiment on the southern front has won another battle. The 9th Regiment sent a battalion to outflank the 31st Division, but it was intercepted and annihilated by the cavalry regiment. Our side suffered only more than 30 casualties."

Luo Yufeng was greatly encouraged after hearing this and said to Chen Jianbo:

"Send someone to tell the brothers to have a good time!"

"Alright, I'll send someone over right away to relay this to all the companies and boost morale!"

After Chen Jianbo finished speaking, he turned and left. Luo Yufeng continued to keep an eye on the battlefield. He still had a reserve company under his command, which could be used as reinforcements if necessary.

The 645th Regiment had a battalion of reinforcements. Before the battle, the regimental commander waved his hand and split the battalion, giving each battalion a company.

Although the number of people is small, they can be useful when necessary. He kept a battalion of emergency personnel by his side.

After the 133rd Regiment reduced its offensive intensity, the pressure on the front lines was greatly reduced, making it easier to cope.

Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, the sun had moved from the east to the west, and the sunset dyed the hillside red, like the blood of the Japanese invaders.

After a day of continuous fierce fighting, the Japanese soldiers were already exhausted. Sergeant Yoshihara was just going through the motions. He huddled in a huge shell crater, his body pressed against the muddy ground, his head buried deep, with only half of his helmet showing.

To avoid being targeted by the squad leader, he would fire a shot every now and then, not caring where the bullet hit, as long as he made his presence felt.

He was one of the few veterans in the 6th Division and a platoon leader in charge of a dozen or so men, but six of them had already been killed or wounded.

Those who died in battle were all hotheads. On the battlefield, it's all about who survives the longest, but unfortunately, many people don't understand that, including the squad leader.

Lieutenant Shirai started causing trouble again, shouting that he would launch another attack before dark to try and capture the defenders' position.

"idiot!"

Sergeant Yoshihara couldn't help but mutter a complaint, and reluctantly crawled out of the shell crater, bending over as he charged forward;

He had no choice but to charge. Lieutenant Shirai's Nanbu pistol was waving in front of him, and he didn't want to fall to his own men's guns.

"Warriors, His Majesty the Emperor is watching us! Thrust! Thrust!"