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

"We've won!"

"The Japanese devils have escaped!"

The soldiers who had just repelled the Japanese invaders cheered in unison; the harder the battle, the greater their joy of victory.

A smile appeared on Zhao Yunwen's face. If they could withstand this attack, the battles to come would be much easier.

At the 16th Division headquarters, Lieutenant General Fujie Eipu, unusually, did not lose his temper but began to reflect:

"Nakazawa-kun, what kind of monsters are these? They seem indestructible. Are they really impossible to defeat?"

Chief of Staff Saburo Nakazawa deeply sympathized with Lieutenant General Fujie's feelings, feeling that every time he faced the Tiger Army, it was like facing an insurmountable mountain.

This kind of thinking is unacceptable. He shook his head to drive away the negative emotions in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Commander, there is no mountain that cannot be breached, and no enemy that cannot be defeated!"

The Imperial Army is fighting a tough battle, as is the Tiger Legion; they must abandon any illusions of a quick victory and instead slowly chip away at Eagle's Beak Mountain.

Fujie Hewlett-Packard didn't dwell on the question any further, but instead asked in a deep voice:

"Have the casualty figures been released yet? I need the most accurate ones!"

"Reporting to the division commander, 1127 men were killed, 351 were seriously wounded, and 15 cannons and more than 200 guns were lost."

Colonel Nakazawa's voice was so cold it felt like being in an ice cave, and Fujie Eipu's fingers trembled involuntarily. This number exceeded his expectations; it was almost half a regiment. The actual results were indeed hard to accept.

"Nakazawa-kun, in your assessment, how many Chinese casualties were there?"

Fujie Hepburn clung to a last shred of hope; he wanted to hear numbers that would make him happy.

"Division Commander, there won't be more than a thousand men!"

"What?! Are you sure this is all the damage China suffered?"

Fujie Hepburn's last shred of hope was shattered; in fact, Nakazawa Saburo had already overestimated his chances.

"How's it going with the 13th Division?"

Nakazawa Saburo happened to have the data in his hand, so he said in a deep voice:

"Even worse, they couldn't even beat the 31st Division; they were completely defeated in hand-to-hand combat."

"You idiots! A bunch of useless trash! You've completely disgraced the Imperial Army!"

Fujie Hewlett-Packard has finally found some psychological balance; at least he can laugh at others' mistakes.

Nakazawa Saburo didn't respond; he wasn't qualified yet.

The Japanese soldiers seemed to have been hurt, and did not launch any new offensives until nightfall.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the Japanese launched a night offensive. The defending troops calmly fought back, bullets whizzing by and shells falling intermittently, setting the night sky ablaze.

The fierce battle continued until dawn before the Japanese troops finally calmed down, suffering heavy casualties once again.

On the southern front, the 13th Division dispatched an infantry regiment in an attempt to outflank the 31st Division's defenses. Due to the large number of troops, the cavalry regiment could only harass them along the way.

The enemy situation was quickly relayed to the division headquarters, and the atmosphere became extremely tense. This was an entire regiment of Japanese soldiers, numbering three thousand.

Chief of Staff Wang Huayu said with concern:

"We only have the 181st Regiment available right now, which is 1,200 against 3,000. It's not easy to hold them off! Should we also bring in the 182nd Regiment?"

Chi Fengcheng said with a firm expression:

"We have to hold them off even if we can't stop them! The 182nd Regiment can't move for now. Tell Commander Hu that even if we wipe out the last man, we have to hold them off!"

They weren't fighting alone; the cavalry regiment would harass and distract the Japanese troops.

Wang Huayu thought that this was the only option. There was a shortage of people everywhere, and the 182nd Regiment was the last reserve force that could not be easily mobilized.

South of Yanjia Mountain, on an unnamed mountain ridge, the Japanese soldiers were preparing to take a shortcut up the mountain when gunfire erupted, and a dense hail of bullets shot out from the forest, catching them completely off guard.

Major Junichi Watanabe screamed in terror:

"There's a Chinese guy here, let's stab him!"

The Japanese soldiers hurriedly opened fire on the mountain ridge, but the effect was minimal, and they were pinned down by the defending troops.

Commander Taro Ishibashi of the 65th Infantry Regiment watched the battle through his binoculars, his expression solemn. He had just taken over as regimental commander from Gyosaku Ryokaku and was eager to prove himself with results.

This flanking maneuver was a rare opportunity. Whether the 65th Regiment could turn the tide depended on this one decisive battle, and the troops' performance greatly angered him.

"You bastard! There are only a few hundred Chinese people. Junichi Watanabe, that scoundrel, has completely disgraced the Imperial Army!"

The 65th Regiment suffered heavy losses at Fujinshan, and its strength was reduced to only 3,000 men. It was being harassed by cavalry on the perimeter and needed a battalion for guard duty. Only two battalions were available for attacking the enemy.

The senior staff officer continued, "..."

"Commander, the Chinese occupy advantageous terrain. This battle will be difficult; they are well-prepared."

Taro Ishibashi shouted coldly:

"This is not an excuse for Watanabe's inability to capture the Chinese positions. Let him intensify his offensive and not be afraid of losing men."

Seeing that the regimental commander had made up his mind, the senior staff officer had no choice but to go and relay the order.

After receiving the order, Major Watanabe drove his soldiers into battle, and even set up the machine guns for supervision.

More than a thousand Japanese soldiers from two battalions, divided into two square formations, charged fiercely towards the nameless mountain ridge, shouting slogans that shook the heavens.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers charging forward like madmen, Hu Shiwei, the commander of the 181st Regiment, roared:

"Brothers, beat them to death! Anyone who dares to retreat will be court-martialed."

The regimental commander gave a death order: everyone opened fire down the mountain. Bullets and grenades rained down on the Japanese soldiers, and every wave that charged up was taken down.

To the flank and rear of the Japanese regimental headquarters, cavalry regimental commander Yao Wangshan was observing the enemy formation through binoculars, while chief of staff Zhu Heng said beside him:

"Commander, the Japanese only have a few hundred men on the outer perimeter. They have set up a semi-circular defensive formation on each flank, with plenty of light and heavy machine guns. A direct assault would result in heavy casualties."

Yao Wangshan already had a complete battle plan in mind, and Zhu Heng's words reminded him that brute force would not work and that he needed to be patient.

With that in mind, he laid out his plan in detail, and Zhu Heng nodded repeatedly in approval.

"Commander, you always have the best ideas. The 31st Division is under great pressure. Let's not delay, let's begin!"

"Okay, immediately order the first and second battalions to flank from both sides and draw the enemy's fire, while the third battalion will stand by in the front."

The artillery group should be ready to eliminate the Japanese firing positions one by one once they are exposed.

Control the pace of the attack; don't rush too close. The Japanese Type 92 heavy machine guns are no joke.

Zhu Heng noted down all the orders and then sent a communications officer to relay them. Soon, the First and Second Battalions launched a pincer attack on the Japanese. The horses' hooves kicked up clouds of dust, which frightened the Japanese machine gunners into opening fire from a distance.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun has a sight range of up to 2400 meters and a maximum range of 4000 meters. When combined with light machine guns, grenade launchers, and several artillery pieces, the cavalry regiment could really get close to the Japanese lines.

步兵第65联队的火炮之前损失太多，没有补充齐，只剩下3门75毫米山炮、4门37毫米速射炮，3门90毫米迫击炮。

Mountain guns and rapid-fire guns were used to attack the 181st Regiment's positions, but only three mortars were actually used for outer defense.

To stop the cavalry charge, the Japanese opened fire with almost full force. Even though the cavalry were spaced far enough apart, many were still shot off their horses.

"Thrust, thud!"

The sound of hooves grew closer and closer. The captain's eyes were bloodshot as he kept ordering his men to open fire, trying to stop the cavalry from getting any closer.

The cavalry charge was too fast; once they got within a kilometer, the infantry would be in danger.

"Boom boom boom..."

A barrage of shells rained down from the sky, crashing into the Japanese machine gun emplacements. The massive amount of shrapnel from the explosions knocked the exposed Japanese soldiers to the ground.

The Japanese battalion commander was dumbfounded. He thought he was only dealing with cavalry, but he didn't expect there would also be artillery, which is the nemesis of machine guns.

Major Nakano shouted in a panic:

"Quickly notify the mortar team—counterattack!"

"Boom boom boom..."

As the shells rained down, the cavalry regiment's artillery group, having gained the upper hand, fired several rounds of shells in succession. The Japanese machine gun positions were turned into a sea of ​​fire, with guns destroyed and men killed.

The Japanese firepower was greatly reduced. Without the suppression of heavy machine guns, the cavalry swept in like a storm, and the thunderous sound of their hooves was terrifying.

"Baka yarou, fire! Stop the Chinese cavalry!"

"Hurry up, or we'll all die!"

Major Nakano roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes filled with fear.

At the 65th Regiment headquarters, Colonel Ishibashi was also frightened by the outer offensive. At this time, the main force was attacking the 31st Division, and only one company remained around the regimental headquarters.

If the Nakano Battalion is defeated, he may follow in the footsteps of his predecessor, Ryosaku.

"What should we do?"

Colonel Ishibashi was completely flustered. He hadn't expected that the Chinese cavalry were equipped with a large number of artillery pieces, making them extremely powerful. He realized that a small, under-strength battalion simply couldn't stop them.

The senior staff officer was also quite startled. His mind was racing; time was of the essence, and he immediately voiced his thoughts:

"Commander, immediately withdraw the First and Second Battalions. Everyone in the regimental headquarters must go into battle and withstand the Chinese charge."

"How can a single infantry company and a supply company possibly hold off thousands of Chinese cavalry?"

Colonel Ishibashi roared loudly. He knew the powerful impact of the cavalry group and that the regimental headquarters would surely be breached if they were willing to pay a certain price.

The senior staff officer had no choice but to say:

"Then retreat immediately, abandon the baggage train, and move towards the main force."

Colonel Ishibashi gave the order loudly without thinking:

"Hold Nakano-kun at bay, regimental headquarters, advance immediately, quickly!"