Chapter 57: Two‑Front Assault

"This is impossible!"

Colonel Ling Mu stood inside the command vehicle, looking at the battle ahead in disbelief.

His vanguard, over two thousand men, suffered more than half losses within just twenty minutes.

"What kind of unit is this?" he clenched his fists, "Why does it have such terrifying firepower?"

The MG42's dense roar kept echoing.

"Clack clack clack clack clack!"

Another line of Eastern soldiers fell into pools of blood. Bullets rained down at an astonishing rate of twenty rounds per second, riddling their bodies with countless holes. Viscera and shattered bones mixed with blood, spreading across the ground.

"Order the artillery company to retaliate immediately!" Ling Mu roared.

But his order had just been issued—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three 81mm mortar shells landed simultaneously on the artillery positions.

The violent explosions hurled the artillerymen and gun barrels into the air. Severed limbs and broken barrels fell like rain. The gruesome, blood‑soaked scene made one vomit.

"Dammit!" Ling Mu slammed the table hard, "Why is their artillery so accurate?"

On the other side, Feng An was calmly directing his troops.

"First company, shift fire 20 degrees to the left."

"Heavy machine‑gun platoon, suppress the direction of the enemy command vehicle."

"Mortars, continue bombarding the enemy's dense area."

Each order was executed with precision.

This is the terrifying aspect of German‑style training.

Even in such fierce combat, every soldier maintained strict tactical discipline.

The street had become a battlefield of carnage.

An Eastern officer attempted to organize a charge.

"Third squad! Follow me, charge!"

But he had just raised his sword—

"Clack clack clack!"

Three MG42s of intersecting fire instantly shredded the squad into fragments.

The dense hail of bullets wove a death net in the darkness.

The muffled thuds of bullets hitting flesh, the crisp cracks of bones shattering, the screams and wails intertwined.

The number of craters on the street kept increasing.

Each crater was nearly two meters wide and over a meter deep. The edges were charred, and the pits filled with dark‑red blood. Shattered body parts floated within.

The exterior walls of the buildings had lost any trace of their original color.

Dense bullet holes, splattered blood, and scorch marks rendered the walls unrecognizable.

Occasionally sections of wall collapsed, burying the corpses below.

"Retreat! We need to retreat!" the Eastern officer's shouts rose and fell.

But the tactical design of the First Battalion was too perfect.

The second company had already cut off all retreat routes.

The third company stood in strict formation on both flanks.

Any attempt to break through would run into even denser fire.

"Baka!" Ling Mu roared, "Why is this happening?"

"He's just a local sheriff! How could he have such a force?"

But the reality was right before his eyes.

His once‑proud elite troops were completely suppressed in this skirmish.

The German‑armed camp's firepower continued unabated.

The MG42's terrifying rate of fire made any resistance impossible.

A 250‑round belt could be emptied in twelve seconds.

But the supply man had already prepared a fresh belt.

The fire never paused for a moment.

"Boom!"

Another mortar shell fell.

The blast's shockwave raised a cloud of blood mist.

Shrapnel flew sideways, cutting the surrounding people into fragments.

An Eastern soldier's upper body was blown away, blood gushing like a fountain.

Another, whose legs had been severed by shrapnel, crawled madly on the ground until bleeding out and dying.

The street was shrouded in smoke.

The heavy smell of blood and gunpowder made it hard to breathe.

Broken walls and ruins were everywhere, and shattered corpses littered the area.

"Order the follow‑up units to reinforce immediately!" Ling Mu issued his final desperate command.

But his order had not yet been transmitted—

"Clack clack clack clack clack!"

A line of machine‑gun fire swept the radio operator, turning him into a sieve.

Fresh blood arcs through the air.

This is the real military gap!

Every bullet from the First Battalion is like the Grim Reaper's scythe, every shell like the roar of hell.

And the Japanese army, under such precise fire strikes, has no choice but death.

"Continue to maintain fire!" Feng An calmly orders.

"Do not give them a chance to breathe!"

The battle continues.

But the outcome is already decided.

Just as Ling Mu is flustered, a greater nightmare descends.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense rifle fire sounds from behind.

Two thousand soldiers of the Security Corps had, at some point, surrounded the Japanese army's rear.

Although their Han Yang rifles are less powerful than German Mausers and fire slower than the MG42, they win in sheer numbers.

The sight of two thousand rifles firing simultaneously remains chilling.

"Enemy attack! Rear under assault!"

The Japanese army instantly falls into a double‑sided encirclement.

Ahead lies the German‑equipped battalion's desperate fire net.

Behind is the Security Corps' tide‑like assault.

"Baka! How could this happen?" Ling Mu is almost frantic.

The Security Corps' tactical quality indeed falls short of the German‑equipped battalion.

Their formations are not orderly, their shooting not precise enough.

Yet at such close range, the dense fire still inflicts terrible casualties.

A Japanese soldier is hit in the back by three bullets, staggering forward before collapsing.

Before he hits the ground, two more bullets strike his head.

Fresh blood and brain matter spray out.

"Turn back! Engage!" the Japanese officer shouts.

But the moment they turn—

"Tap tap tap tap tap!"

The German‑equipped battalion's machine‑gun fire sweeps in at once.

The turning Japanese soldier is instantly riddled like a sieve.

This is the horror of a double‑sided encirclement!

Facing the front means enduring fire from the rear.

Turning to the rear, you collide with the front fire.

"Commander Yang!" a Security Corps officer shouts, "Our ammunition is being consumed quickly!"

"No need to worry!" Yang says in a low voice, "The main consumption is on the German‑equipped battalion; we just need to keep fire suppression."

Although the Security Corps' equipment and training cannot match the German‑equipped battalion, they still strive to fulfill their mission.

The dense rifle fire rises and falls.

Bullets whizz as they sweep across the street.

A Japanese officer attempts to organize a counterattack.

"Second squad! Cover! Third squad! Break through!"

But his order is just issued—

"Boom!"

A German mortar shell lands on the command post.

Flesh and blood fly everywhere.

And the Security Corps' fire does not cease.

Though they lack heavy machine guns and mortars.

Yet the synchronized fire of two thousand rifles still makes the Japanese army suffer unbearably.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense shooting sounds pour down like a torrential rain.

The Japanese army has completely fallen into chaos.

Enemies are ahead and behind; both flanks cannot break out.

The German‑equipped battalion's precise fire and the Security Corps' dense shooting keep them firmly trapped on this street.

"Orders… orders……" Ling Mu stammers incoherently.

His proud elite troops are being strangled little by little.

Ahead is the German‑equipped battalion's desperate fire net.

The MG42 machine gun roars, tearing any obstructing target to pieces.

Behind is the Security Corps' relentless shooting.

The dense hail of bullets makes any breakout impossible.

The street is already soaked with fresh blood.

The blood‑soaked water in the shell holes keeps surging.

The bullet holes and bloodstains on the wall keep increasing.

This double‑sided ambush slaughter is still ongoing......