The War of Resistance: My Expedition, My Country

In the early morning, the rural battlefield was immersed in tranquility. The sun slowly rose, filtering through the light mist, casting its warm light on the green grass, draping the entire earth with a golden veil. The distant mountains loomed in the morning light, like a mysterious ink painting, enchanting.

Birds sang happily on the branches, seemingly unaware of the tragic battle that had taken place here. The breeze rustled the leaves, adding a bit of vitality and energy to the peaceful scene.

Yet, as we zoom in, we discover that beneath this tranquility lies an endless veil of sorrow and pain. The crisscrossing trenches, like a hideous scar, etched deeply into the landscape. These trenches witnessed the heroic resistance of countless soldiers, but also captured their final moments.

Inside the trenches, the soil had been loosened by artillery shells, emitting a pungent smell of gunpowder. Bomb craters were everywhere, some still stained with blood and debris, a shocking sight. Tattered flags fluttered in the wind, their once vibrant colors dulled by the flames of battle. The holes and stains on the flags seemed to tell of the fierce fighting they had endured.

The land, stained dark red with blood, emanated a strong stench of death. The bloody smell filled the air, instilling fear in the heart. Every inch of land bore the blood of the victims who defended this land with their lives, yet remained here forever.

Captain Li Yuanjun, a native of Taiyuan, Shanxi, is 25 years old now. He graduated from the 22th class of Huangpu Military Academy and was a lieutenant deputy company commander when he joined the new 65nd Division and entered Myanmar. Now, he is acting as the battalion commander of the 200st Battalion of the th Regiment. In the battles of the past few days, the battalion commander and deputy battalion commander of the st Battalion were killed in the battlefield, and almost all the company and platoon-level officers in the battalion have been replaced. At this moment, although the division and regiment headquarters have dispatched some reinforcements, and even more than a dozen overseas Chinese children who evacuated together have joined in, the entire battalion now has less than people. It is better to say that it is a reinforced company than a battalion.

The weapons of the 2st Battalion are also worrying. The heavy firepower is only 81 2mm mortars and 3 heavy machine guns. There are only 7.92 Czech light machine guns in good condition. The rest are a small number of American and British submachine guns. Most of the soldiers have switched to Japanese Type 6.5 rifles. This is mainly because the mm bullets of the Zhongzheng rifle are no longer in supply. The soldiers have to use the captured Japanese Type rifles and mm caliber bullets.

This morning seemed a little unusual. It was almost 8:30 and the Japanese army had neither bombarded nor attacked. However, from the faint breath coming from the opposite side, Li Yuanjun had a premonition that today's battle would be more brutal than the previous few days.

Li Yuanjun interrupted the soldiers' rare post-breakfast rest and ordered them to check their weapons and slowly move into their positions. He distributed all the grenades, explosives, and other items the battalion could use, especially to the veteran assault team. Li Yuanjun personally went over and repeatedly explained to them that this was the battalion's key counterattack force to maintain its position!

Across the street, Colonel Hiroshi Ōtsuka, commander of the 114th Regiment, was personally addressing a group of 150 veterans, all bare-chested, with shaved heads and a small white cloth band with a red dot in the middle. Otsuka personally poured a bowl of sake for each soldier and bowed deeply to these loyal cannon fodder of Japanese imperialism.

The captain of the Japanese death squad, the captain of the first battalion, Suzuki Saburo, stepped forward, raised his hands and raised his head, gave Otsuka Hiroshi a forehead salute, and said: "The Great Japanese Empire will surely win the Greater East Asian Holy War, and the Great Japanese Empire's military fortune will last long!"

After saying that, he drank the sake in one gulp, and the Japanese death squad members behind him also drank the sake in their hands. Otsuka Hiroshi bowed to this group of loyal cannon fodder again and said: "I am willing! Please!"

Led by Captain Suzuki, the Japanese troops also bowed deeply to Otsuka Hiroshi. At this moment, Suzuki couldn't help it anymore, and cried softly to Otsuka Hiroshi, "Otsuka-kun, 私が死んだら, 私の遗灰を持って帰って, 妻の幸子に, おいします！ (Otsuka-kun, after I die, please take my ashes back to my wife Sachiko, please!)" After that, he stood up and waved his hand, leading this group of crazy Japanese death squads to rush towards the Chinese army's position!

Otsuka Hiroshi ordered all the artillery fire of the regiment to be concentrated, and when the death squad approached the Chinese army position within 100 meters, they began to bombard fiercely!

"Boom—boom—boom—" A deafening roar of explosions echoed over the First Battalion's position. The sound seemed to tear the earth apart, and each explosion brought endless terror and destruction. Flames shot up into the sky, tearing and devouring anything that dared to stand in its way!

The soldiers of the first battalion hid in the nearest anti-artillery holes and tunnels. Only a few sentries responsible for observation remained in the position. They prayed for God's blessing, paid attention to the trajectory of the artillery shells, took shelter in advance, and also kept an eye on the movements of the Japanese army!

Sentry Wang Kunzi, a 17-year-old Hunan native, had already participated in dozens of battles, both large and small, and had killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. He joined the Nationalist Army during the First Battle of Changsha for a simple reason: his entire family had been murdered by the brutal Japanese army. At only 10 years old, he sought out the army at the time and joined the ranks.

Wang Kunzi looked forward from the smoke of the explosion and suddenly found a group of shirtless Japanese soldiers crawling towards him. They were almost approaching the position. He ignored his own safety and the falling shells, picked up his Type 38 rifle, shot a Japanese soldier who showed up, and shouted at the same time: "The devils are coming, the devil's commando team is coming!"

"Bang!", a bullet whizzed past the head of the Japanese soldier who showed up, scaring him so much that he immediately fell to the ground. The Japanese captain Suzuki knew that the sneak attack had been exposed, and immediately and fiercely ordered his subordinates to ignore their own artillery fire, stand up and charge towards the Chinese army position with all their strength!

Wang Kunzi fired several shots, not caring how many he hit, nor having time to reload, he took out two grenades from his waist, pulled the strings and threw them at the Japanese! There were only two explosions, "boom boom!", and several Japanese soldiers were blown into the sky.

The Japanese army, charging at full speed, quickly reached the Chinese positions. Outnumbered, Wang Kunzi was stabbed to death by several bayonets. The Japanese quickly entered the positions, advancing deeper into them. At this point, the Japanese artillery fire ceased, but the Chinese army was too late to react. Many soldiers were killed by Japanese grenades in the air-raid shelters. The Japanese army quickly seized the front-line positions...