The War of Resistance: My Expedition, My Country

"Damn, this is quite interesting." Qin Shi also had to praise the tenacity of the Japanese army and their determination to implement tactics. Unfortunately, they did not encounter the same national army as before. Qin Shi came to the battalion artillery platoon and said a few words to the platoon leader. The platoon leader personally came to a mortar, adjusted the parameters, and silently calculated the time and habits of the Japanese artillery fire. Almost at the same time as the Japanese mortar fired, the platoon leader also fired, accurately landing on the position where the Japanese spearhead soldiers were advancing. "Boom boom boom - boom -", the last explosion was the platoon leader's. As soon as Zuo Bingwei jumped up, the shell exploded next to him. Zuo Bingwei didn't have time to shout "Mom" before he was torn into the air by the shell. Taichi Sabei, now 17 years old, was from Nishiichi-cho, Tokyo, Japan. His father was killed in the battle of the Nine Route Army in Shanxi to siege the Eighth Route Army in 1938. The young man was coerced by the Japanese militarists to leave his frail mother and sister and join the battlefield. At that moment, he died in a foreign country, and his sister, Sachiko Sabei, who was only 16 years old, had been forcibly recruited by the Japanese army to join the comfort women a month ago and was sent to Guadalcanal in the South Pacific. A few months later, she was killed and eaten as food by the besieged Japanese army.

"Baka!" Doze's face flushed crimson. He raised his right hand and slapped the artillery captain hard, believing it was an artillery error that had killed one of his own men. Then, Oharazawa approached and waved his hand at Doze, saying, "Don't be so rude, Doze-kun. War is not without its share of casualties." Then, Oharazawa issued an even more alarming order: "Adjust the spacing of each gun to 15 meters, with irregular intervals between each shot!" The captain stared at the regiment commander in horror, hesitant to give the order. Oharazawa's eyes, like a sharp sword, pierced the captain's face, as if piercing his very soul. Doze stepped forward and slapped him again!

"Boom boom!" The shells drew closer, and time grew increasingly chaotic. The frontline squad leader cursed his unscrupulous superiors, yet was forced to push more soldiers forward. After several rounds of bombardment, the Japanese finally approached the temple's perimeter. During this time, the first squad lost seven men, three seriously injured, and nearly one-fifth of their troops.

"Attack!" Qin Shi gave the order, and the crossfire from the Wata Temple dealt a fatal blow to the Japanese squad. Duoze immediately ordered his mortars to fire at the 2nd Battalion's exposed firing points. The Japanese squad's grenade launchers and machine guns also responded with relentless fire. The battlefield was immediately filled with smoke and dust. The sound of gunfire, explosions, and screams mingled like an unknown symphony.

The Japanese squad was stunned, and more than half fell in an instant. The bewildered squad leader hid in a shell crater, repeatedly pleading for support from Doze. Furious, Doze, disregarding the lives of his squad, ordered artillery fire on both sides of the battle. Then, he ordered the entire First Company to charge! The Japanese mountain artillery roared toward the 2nd Battalion's position again, and a massive explosion echoed in the sky.

"Puff, puff, puff—" a volley of bullets slammed into the mound in front of Li Xiao, sending up a cloud of mud. He looked up and saw several figures sprinting towards him. Enemies! Li Xiao pulled a grenade from his belt, flicked the safety, and released the handle. He flung it a few meters ahead. "Boom!" The explosion was so close that he felt the massive shockwave, sending granular debris pelting his head and shoulders. He rolled to the side. Sure enough, a Japanese sweet potato grenade was thrown at him. Li Xiao dove to the left in the trench, and then, "Boom!" the blast ripped through his back. Li Xiao then pulled another grenade from his belt, quickly flicked the safety, and flung it in the direction of the enemy grenade. "Boom!" the explosion dragged the body of a Japanese soldier toward him. Li Xiao quickly fired again, confirming the kill...

Wang Shier and Du Goudan took turns firing at the incoming Japanese soldiers, killing and wounding several. However, a Japanese grenade exploded near them, and Wang Shier threw himself on Du Goudan without hesitation, using his body to protect his comrades. With a loud bang, shrapnel hit Wang Shier's right arm and left leg. He felt a sharp pain, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Seeing this, several Japanese soldiers who rushed up kept stabbing Wang Twelve. Wang Twelve stared with blood flowing from his mouth and his body twitched, but he never gave up resistance. Du Goudan was extremely anxious. He pushed away his comrades who were pressing on him and fired wildly with his submachine gun, killing the Japanese soldiers who rushed forward. However, at this moment, more Japanese soldiers followed and stabbed Du Goudan's body with several bayonets.

"Commander, the frontline position has been lost, and all six squad members have been killed!" The commander of the second company came to Qin Shi's side, breathlessly reporting anxiously. Qin Shi's heart was filled with an indescribable grief, but his expression remained calm. He suppressed his inner pain and said to the company commander, "Have everyone take turns retreating to the town, and activate all the traps!" His voice was firm and decisive.

"Yoshi!" Seeing the Chinese army retreating and his soldiers approaching the town of Waimiao step by step, Oharazawa smiled with satisfaction and waved to Duoze beside him. Duoze nodded in understanding and gave the order for the entire brigade to attack on all fronts to the messenger beside him.

Lieutenant Colonel Sabei, Chief of Staff of the 112th Regiment, hurried over to Oharazawa and said respectfully, "Colonel, should the other battalions follow?"

Oharazawa smiled sinisterly, waved his hand, and said, "No, no, no, this is just a small village on the frontier of Dongzhi. The Chinese army on the opposite side is at most a battalion. Sending in a battalion is more than enough. Our mission is not just to occupy this small place."

Zuo Bingwei frowned and asked in confusion: "Do you have any other ideas, Mr. Ohara?"

A sly glint flashed in Oharazawa's eyes as he said coldly, "Sabei-kun, the enemy across the way is our mortal enemy, the 200th Division. Repeated battles have proven their strength is comparable to ours. We must do everything we can to hold them back. The 56th Division has already made a detour. As long as we capture Lashio and cut off the Burma Road, the Chinese army will be trapped!"

Sabei nodded, and then Oharazawa asked Sabei to arrange the 2nd and 3rd battalions to make a detour and attack Touzhi directly!

Oharazawa was secretly pleased with himself. He wanted to make the Chinese feel the pain of being surrounded, to let them know the might of the Imperial Japanese Army. He seemed to have seen the Chinese army fleeing in all directions under his siege, suffering countless casualties. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to stain this land with the blood of the Chinese people, so that they would always remember the majesty of the Imperial Japanese Army.