Chapter 107: Let the Enemy Taste the Sharpness of the Bayonet!

But immediately, his expression turned serious again as he reminded the soldiers to conserve ammunition:

“Hold back! Light machine gunners, watch your firing rhythm—there are only scattered enemies left, don’t fire continuously! Do you think ammo grows on trees?!”

Even though they had achieved self-sufficiency in weapons and ammunition, reducing production costs, Wang Mu still emphasized the importance of conserving ammunition during battle.

In the trenches, seasoned officers and veterans kept reminding the new recruits to stay alert.

“Stay down! Damn it, who told you to peek out like that!?”

“The little devils’ bullets seem to have eyes—they hit with terrifying accuracy!”

Ahhh, save me, Your Majesty Tianhuang!

On the battlefield, amid the weeping cries of the enemy, pools of blood gathered into rivers across the ground, unfolding heart-wrenching scenes.

Though the distance was far, the soldiers of the 211th Brigade could still smell the thick stench of blood—a heavy blow striking each of their hearts.

Facing such extreme carnage, many new soldiers couldn’t suppress their fear and discomfort; their faces turned pale as paper, their bodies involuntarily collapsing to the ground, vomiting violently.

In stark contrast stood Jiang Bai. He stood tall in the center of the battlefield, unflinching before the gruesome scene. Instead of shrinking away, he seemed to find profound meaning in this brutal environment.

He took a deep breath, as if inhaling all the air around him, then slowly spread his arms wide. His voice was firm and loud, echoing in everyone’s ears: “Only by annihilating every one of those devils does my existence have meaning!”

Meanwhile, at the command post of the 54th Infantry Regiment, Colonel Yamaguchi and Lieutenant Colonel Iguchi observed the battlefield through their binoculars, both utterly shocked by what they saw.

Colonel Yamaguchi’s face darkened like storm clouds under thunder, grim and terrifying. His voice was filled with disbelief: “Impossible! How could they have deployed so many heavy machine guns on their defense line?!”

Lieutenant Colonel Iguchi was deeply worried, his brows tightly furrowed, eyes flickering with concern: “Sir, the Chenyu Army’s firepower is overwhelming. What should we do next?”

At that moment, Colonel Yamaguchi realized they were not just facing the enemy’s formidable firepower but also a combat style that was vastly different from the norm.

Despite the Chenyu Army’s heavy losses—over half the attacking infantry battalions wiped out—he understood the most rational choice was immediate retreat to preserve their remaining forces.

Yet deep inside, a roar of defiance stirred, fueling a flicker of hope that if they pushed forward just a little more, victory might still be within reach.

Driven by this belief, they prepared for a final effort.

Colonel Yamaguchi took a deep breath and slowly said, “Apologies, Iguchi, but I think we must try once more!”

“I will order the 3rd Infantry Battalion to join the fight immediately!”

“As for your 17th Reconnaissance Unit, take the hill on the flank!”

“Attempt to encircle the enemy from the side and launch a pincer attack!”

“If this strategy succeeds, the enemy will be utterly crushed, caught between our front and rear!”

After hearing Colonel Yamaguchi’s plan, Lieutenant Colonel Iguchi nodded in agreement without objection.

Firstly, both were in the same dire situation on the frontline.

If they lost this battle without reinforcements, total annihilation was inevitable.

Secondly, Yamaguchi’s strategy was a standard tactic for their forces, with no obvious flaws.

Iguchi promptly replied: “Understood, sir. I’ll arrange it immediately!”

In the ensuing moments, the 54th Infantry Combat Regiment and the 17th Reconnaissance Combat Unit prepared for a life-or-death showdown!

Following Yamaguchi’s orders, the last infantry battalion of the 54th Regiment joined the fight, continuing to assault the 63rd Division’s positions with sheer human wave tactics, engaging in close combat where they excelled.

Meanwhile, the 17th Reconnaissance Unit attempted to cross the nearby hills, aiming to strike the flank of the 63rd Division and execute a flanking maneuver.

“For the Emperor, advance! Fight for the Dynasty!”

“Annihilate all enemies! Avenge our brothers!”

“Make the enemy taste the sharpness of our bayonets!”

With a series of fervent battle cries, hundreds of soldiers, led by officers, charged like wild beasts toward the frontline of the 63rd Division.

Despite the earlier attacks having already caused heavy losses to two infantry battalions,

Despite being suppressed by the powerful infantry firepower of the 211th Brigade,

These enemy soldiers pressed on relentlessly, as if oblivious to pain.

Each one’s eyes were bloodshot as they surged toward the 211th Brigade’s defenses.

Amid a series of heavy bursts, fully automatic and semi-automatic weapons unleashed a hail of fire.

Even as gun barrels overheated, assistant gunners had no time to swap them out,

Because from the start of the battle, Brigade Commander Wang Mu had emphasized:

“Gun barrels should be used until they’re nearly deformed before considering replacement!”

“My principle is to knock down the enemy at around two hundred meters!”

“If they reach within a hundred meters, that’s on you machine gunners!”

Amid the relentless roar of concentrated fire, shells rained down like a storm upon the enemy, casting a shadow of death.

Facing such overwhelming firepower, the remaining troops of the 54th Regiment’s 1st and 2nd Battalions could only take cover behind rocks, exchanging fire with the 63rd Division’s soldiers.

The enemy’s precise shooting gave them a clear advantage in these firefights,

Sustained, accurate fire caused many soldiers of the 211th Brigade to fall dead on the spot.

In some complex terrain areas, enemy units even attempted to form triangular assault formations,

Launching attacks on the 63rd Division’s defenses,

Seeking to break through for close-quarter combat where they excelled.

From the moment these enemies enlisted, they had immersed themselves in the Bushido spirit, training extensively in assassination techniques to reach a masterful level.

In one-on-one combat, the 211th Brigade’s soldiers might truly be outmatched.

With a sound like cloth tearing, several heavy machine guns erupted in furious fire,

While the supporting light machine guns fired relentlessly; thirty-round magazines emptied within seconds,

Quickly reloaded, yet the firing rate still lagged behind demand.

However, under continuous suppressive fire, the enemy’s charge was completely halted.

In this situation, light machine gunners switched to short, precise bursts,

Striving to maximize enemy casualties through accurate fire.

Yet, unbeknownst to one machine gunner, just a hundred meters away,

An enemy soldier quietly took aim at him with his rifle.

With a single gunshot, the machine gunner collapsed, lifeless.

Blood and brain matter poured from the wound.

The assistant gunner had no time to grieve—he hurriedly moved the fallen comrade’s body aside and continued firing the machine gun.

As the enemy sniper prepared to fire again,

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the grass.