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

Yangang, the isolated battalion position of the 648th Regiment

The shelling arrived as scheduled. Lieutenant General Fujie Eipu gave Colonel Nambu face by using more than 30 artillery pieces from the 22nd Field Artillery Regiment to bombard the eastern slope of Yangang.

The artillery fire covered the surface positions, and trenches were destroyed in sections. The entire eastern hillside was ravaged and devastated.

The soldiers of the isolated battalion huddled in makeshift tunnels, silently enduring the ravages of artillery fire. Their eyes were resolute, and the veins on their hands, gripping their rifles tightly, bulged as they prepared for battle at any moment.

The shelling lasted for half an hour. As soon as the artillery fire spread, more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers launched an attack from multiple directions, almost filling the entire two-kilometer front.

The 648th Regiment deployed two battalions on the front: the isolated battalion guarded the right flank, the second battalion guarded the left flank, the first battalion and the regimental artillery company guarded the main peak, and the artillery companies of the two battalions were located in the depression on the reverse slope of the second peak. The supplementary battalion served as a reserve force, with a total strength of approximately 3100 men.

After the Japanese launched a mass charge, Regiment Commander Yao Zhiqing decisively ordered the artillery to open fire. The regiment's artillery company fired simultaneously from six 75mm mountain guns and six Type 92 infantry guns. Twelve shells whistled into the enemy ranks, and the violent explosions engulfed a large number of Japanese soldiers.

Then came the second and third rounds, with plumes of smoke and fire exploding among the Japanese soldiers. Each round of shells was a nightmare for them.

The hillside was soon covered with corpses, limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and a large number of wounded people were writhing in pain like maggots.

The Japanese soldiers charged forward fearlessly, indifferent to the lives of their comrades. They had long been trained by Bushido to be war machines, either killing or being killed.

The artillery company fired eight rounds, twelve shells per round, for a total of ninety-six shells that exploded among the Japanese troops. Each shell had a kill radius of more than twenty meters. Despite the Japanese skirmishers being spread out, more than two hundred people were killed or wounded.

The well-organized military formation was shattered by the bomb, and morale was greatly affected. Colonel Nambu looked as if his father had died.

His fists clenched, his triangular eyes blazing with malice; if hatred could kill, none of the defenders would survive.

Colonel Nambu roared hoarsely, the blood having robbed him of his officer's reason. All he wanted now was to see his soldiers charge into the defenders' positions and then kill them all with bayonets.

"Tap tap tap..."

"Boom boom boom!"

守军的轻重机枪、迫击炮开火了，两个炮连的4门步兵炮、8门民20迫击炮以及大量的M1919、M1918机枪、M2迫击炮，对着鬼子疯狂倾泄弹雨，很多机枪打到枪管通红。

The Japanese casualties were skyrocketing. They finally witnessed the true firepower of the Tiger Army. As the main force of the former Jiangsu Provincial Guerrilla Detachment, their combat power was much stronger than that of the 323rd Division.

The Tiger Legion's nine infantry regiments were also divided into tiers. The first echelon consisted of the 647th, 648th, and 643rd Regiments, followed by the 644th, 645th, and 646th Regiments. The 649th, 650th, and 651st Regiments were formed later and had the lowest combat strength.

The 648th and 643rd Regiments were descended from the Security Corps, while the 647th Regiment was Qin Qingwu's regiment of the Hunan Army. It first joined Zhao Yunwen, and then became one of the three regiments in the Training Corps system.

The 648th Regiment's isolated battalion and Baoshan Battalion (First Battalion) both had unit numbers. They fought the most arduous battles starting from the Battle of Shanghai, while the defense of Yangang was only a minor skirmish.

Before the Japanese even reached the front lines, the infantry group had already suffered nearly 30% casualties. In the Western world, this would have led to a complete collapse, but in the Eastern theater, it was just a warm-up.

The Japanese soldiers from the Southern Regiment continued to charge forward, fearless of death.

As the battle lines closed in, the defenders' light weapons also joined the fray: MP38 submachine guns, Garand semi-automatic rifles, Springfield rifles, and grenade launchers all opened fire, the sheer intensity of which terrified the officers leading the charge.

This is no longer bravery, it's suicide.

"Get down! Everyone get down!"

"Kill the chicken!"

The officers were heartbroken and yelled at the soldiers to lie down, warning that if they charged any further, everyone would die.

Faced with overwhelming firepower, even dragons must coil up and tigers must lie low.

Private First Class Asano had never seen such a bloody scene before. He hadn't realized it before because he was in a daze and had just rushed in with his head covered. He was lucky to be alive and unharmed.

Only when he lay on the ground did he begin to feel fear. Just moments before, bullets had been flying everywhere, and countless of his comrades around him had died. If it weren't for Amaterasu's protection, he would be a corpse by now.

The holy war was far from as easy as the propaganda in China made it out to be. Before coming to China, he was just a middle school student. His teachers would boast about the holy war in class all day long, talking about great victories and the imminent destruction of China.

This caused him and his classmates to lose interest in studying, and they couldn't wait to join the army and come to China, becoming a recruit without any official rank or status.

Fortunately, he was promoted to a full-fledged employee not long after. This was Asano Yuichi's first real-world experience, and the experience was terrible, filled with fear, which made him feel ashamed.

"You idiot, die!"

Asano mustered his courage and fired a shot. The bullet flew off somewhere, but it still dispelled some of his fear, and dopamine continued to be released.

The war was over, and he fired two more shots, but neither hit the target.

"boom!"

A 60mm mortar shell landed, scattering shrapnel everywhere. Miyamoto, who was positioned to the right front of Asano Uichi, was hit and rolled on the ground in pain.

The sergeant, worried that the screams of the wounded would affect morale, yelled:

"You idiot, coward! You're not a true warrior!"

After the sergeant finished cursing, seeing the wounded soldier still rolling around, having lost all face, he raised his hand and fired a shot, silencing the wounded soldier completely.

Asano Yuichi's values ​​were shattered. It was one thing for the sergeant to beat and scold them, but he would even use guns on the battlefield.

After killing the wounded soldiers, the sergeant drove them to continue their charge, his killing intent palpable.

Asano was terrified, but thinking of the wounded soldiers who would be dealt with by military law, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and charge forward.

They were less than 100 meters from the defending troops' position. Asano was an athletic star in school, with a best time of 12 seconds in the 100-meter dash.

"His Majesty the Emperor Itaya!"

It only takes a dozen seconds to rush up, Asano shouted slogans and charged forward with the crowd.

Bullets flew everywhere, and a large number of grenades flew over the defending troops' positions, knocking down another large number of soldiers.

The 100-meter sprint was paved entirely with blood. Asano Yuichi was tough enough to survive and made it to the defenders' position.

The defending troops also rushed out of the trenches. Both sides glared angrily at each other, wielding their weapons. In just one exchange, most of them fell.

Asano Yuichi, with his bayonet fixed, thrust his rifle at the weathered Chinese veteran. The veteran's rifle was much shorter than the Type 38, and he was confident he could take him down.

Before the bayonet could even get close to the veteran, a strange smile appeared on the latter's face, and a burst of fire shot out from the muzzle of his gun.

Asano Yuichi felt a piercing pain in his lower abdomen and was furious. The veteran was so unethical that he actually fired a gun!

"Bang! Bang!"

Seeing that Asano had not fallen, the veteran fired two more shots. Although they did not hit any vital organs, they were enough to knock Asano to the ground and completely incapacitate him.

The veteran ignored him and turned his gun on the other two Japanese soldiers, firing several shots and emptying the magazine in a few breaths.

These were all skilled assassins. The three-man team, including Asano, was taken down by a veteran with a single semi-automatic rifle, resulting in two deaths and one serious injury.

Asano was incredibly resilient; he survived three gunshot wounds, though blood continued to flow and his consciousness gradually faded.

The clamor of the battlefield faded away, and he felt as if he were back in his classroom in Kyoto, where the sound of students reading aloud filled the air, and the class beauty, Masako Aragaki, was smiling at him—so beautiful…

The Japanese were driven back again, leaving behind a large number of wounded and dead. Two corpses were lying on Asano Yuichi's body. He wanted to get up and go home, but he couldn't muster any strength.

No one paid any attention to the corpses and wounded. The shelling began, and the defenders took cover in their bunkers. The powerful shells tore the bodies to pieces, and the air was thick with the stench of blood, like a scene from hell.

Asano's body was blown to pieces by his own artillery fire, turning him into cannon fodder without even leaving behind a complete corpse.

Platoon leader Xiao Hubei huddled in his bunker, his face and body covered in blood, some of his own and some of the Japanese soldiers'.

In the recent melee, he stabbed two more Japanese soldiers to death, the price being several wounds on his body.

Shells rained down, leaving the position unrecognizable. Every now and then, the anti-artillery bunkers were hit, and screams could be faintly heard.

Xiao Hubei was no longer the child soldier from the Sihang Warehouse; he was a seasoned veteran who had long since become indifferent to life and death. Once inside the bunker, he entrusted his life to fate.

After an unknown amount of time, the shelling finally stopped, and the piercing whistle sounded across the position. Little Hubei, who had been dazed and confused, instantly perked up and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Brothers, the Japanese devils are charging again! Fight them!"

After shouting, Xiao Hubei nimbly rushed out of the cover, found his position, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion. This is what a true veteran is like, never panicking under any circumstances.

The Japanese offensive has clearly weakened considerably this time. Their initial momentum wanes, and their strength wanes with each subsequent attack.