The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun hung in the sky like a huge fireball, generously pouring its scorching light onto the earth.

After a whole night of fierce fighting, the soldiers were now suffering from the gradually rising temperatures.

The scorching air was like a thick membrane, tightly wrapping around the bodies of every soldier. Their sweat had already soaked their uniforms, and the wet and sticky air clung to their skin, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

This sticky feeling was like countless small insects crawling on the body, constantly stimulating the nerve endings and making the soldiers increasingly irritable.

At the position of the 29th Regiment of the 10th Division of the Fourth Army, the regimental commander held the telescope steadily in both hands, not daring to take his eyes away from the front for a moment, concentrating on observing every move of the opposite side.

His eyes were bloodshot from the long and intense stare, but he still kept his eyes on the target, not missing any suspicious signs.

Due to the continuous fighting without stopping, the commander's face was covered with sweat and dust. These dirt mixed together to form sticky stains, which were like black earthworms coiled around his face and neck.

He didn't care about it. He was only alert to the enemy's movements and worried about the battle situation.

"Come on, come on, it's time for dinner, brothers. Today we're pressed for time and have a heavy workload, so make do for a bit. Once we take down the opposing position, I'll make you some chicken soup!"

The officer in charge of logistics came to the front line with baskets of steamed buns, and kept apologizing with an apologetic look on his face.

They were busy during the whole night of fighting last night. They followed the main force back and forth and had no extra time to prepare food and cook.

I originally planned to steam some buns for everyone, but the supply truck in the rear didn't deliver any, so I had to give up in the end.

"Let me see, are there only steamed buns?"

The team leader put down the telescope, walked up to the basket and asked with a smile.

"How can it be!"

Old Guo had a mysterious smile on his face. In front of everyone, he lifted the white cloth above the buns. Then, a bunch of round, white, plump buns came into view.

If it was just an ordinary steamed bun, it wouldn't be a rare item, but it's different for the Independence Army, they are famous for their high food prices.

Lao Guo just picked up a steamed bun and broke it open in front of everyone. The next second, the piece of braised meat with an enticing aroma in the middle of the white steamed bun appeared in front of everyone.

"Look, even though we haven't cooked anything, we can't make do with it. Today is the decisive battle. I'll have someone marinate all the meat in the back in advance. Put it in these steamed buns, and it's bubbling with fragrance."

Old Guo happily distributed the steamed buns to everyone and did not forget to give some instructions.

"Everyone, eat more. When you come back in the evening, we'll have soup and vegetables to eat."

"Well, as long as there's meat to eat, everyone will have the energy to fight."

The team leader finished a white flour bun in a few bites, and took advantage of the time to eat to go to the middle of the crowd, cleared his throat and said.

"Everyone, eat. I'll just say a few words."

"We are currently right under the enemy's nose on the northwest side. Two kilometers ahead, there is a small slope. That is the enemy's last line of defense."

"I know everyone is exhausted after pushing through the second blockade, but today's mission is different. If our 29th Regiment can't break through this barrier, the entire Fourth Army's offensive will be delayed."

"In other words, our 29th Regiment is the Fourth Army's vanguard death squad. Do you have the confidence to take on this tough challenge?"

"Have!"

Everyone was excited and responded in unison.

Although they fought a siege all night, they still maintained plenty of physical strength thanks to their high morale.

Now, with the last line of defense just in front of them and their superiors entrusting them with such an important task, these guys are like they have been injected with chicken blood, extremely excited, and there is no trace of fatigue on their faces.

……

Half an hour later, the regimental commander, one of the senior officers on the scene, came to the front of the queue, holding the DL-19 submachine gun independently developed by the Independence Army, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Brothers, once the artillery fire stops, it will be the signal to charge. Don't linger in the battle. Our first priority is to break through the blockade. As long as we can successfully break through the enemy's defenses, we will win."

As they were talking, people from the logistics department came in front of the crowd carrying heavy wooden boxes.

The regiment commander pried open the top cover, took out a brand new DL-19 submachine gun, showed it to everyone, and introduced it.

"This is our weapon today, developed by the Qizhou Arsenal. It's powerful, holds forty rounds, and is quite lightweight. Everyone, hurry up and distribute it. Apart from four grenades and two spare magazines, don't bring anything else. Try to reduce the weight!"

boom! !

As soon as he finished speaking, the artillery bombardment of the enemy positions officially began.

Seeing the front battlefield suddenly engulfed in flames, the regimental commander lay in the trench and stared at the enemy's reaction. Through the movements of the fleeing personnel, he could roughly infer how many defenders were on the opposite side.

Boom boom boom! !

Dense artillery fire fell one after another, and even with the cover of trenches, many unlucky people were seriously injured.

For a moment, cries and screams penetrated the deafening sound of bombing and reached the front line of the 29th Regiment.

Twenty minutes later, the enemy positions were riddled with holes from artillery shells, and the sky was filled with dust like a sandstorm, swirling in the air and never dissipating.

"What the hell kind of position is this guy playing? He's hitting the wall!"

The regimental commander stared at the constantly changing impact point, gritting his teeth in anger. Just as he was about to reach out for the phone to notify the artillery in the rear to change the bombing position, he found that the whistling sound above his head suddenly stopped.

This situation made his heart skip a beat, and he instantly realized that the signal for a general attack had appeared!

He stood up without hesitation and climbed up the trench as agile as a cheetah. He held the submachine gun tightly in one hand and raised the other hand high, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"Brothers! The time for the final attack has finally arrived!"

"Everyone, listen up! Everyone, follow my lead and charge forward! Charge!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the submachine gun in the commander's hand began to spit out flames violently, and the "da da da da" sound of gunfire resounded through the sky like thunder.

The deafening gunshots were like a thunderclap, instantly waking the soldiers crouching in the trenches from their brief trance.

In an instant, dense crowds of people emerged from the trenches like a tide.

Everyone held their submachine guns tightly in their arms, their eyes burning with rage and endless fighting spirit, and they roared with extreme anger, rushing towards the enemy positions that were close at hand without hesitation.