Chapter 163: Republic of China: Starting from the First Class of Whampoa Chapter 163 Precise Micro-management

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

The Japanese amateur radio monitor was still studying the content intercepted from the wireless, while in Yangxing Town, Lv Ziqing had already set his sights on the remnants of the Kuranaga Regiment and Zhu Xia Jun's Special Warfare Squadron, leading his friendly brothers from the surrounding area.

Lv Ziqing observed the chaotic battle ahead through binoculars, staring at the Sixth Regiment Flag held high by Cangyong Chengzhi amidst the gunfire; although his heart itched for it, he was still calculating the best timing.

Two Japanese forces were locked in fierce combat; the remnants of the Kuranaga Regiment charged wildly as if injected with chicken blood, while Zhu Xia Jun's squadron appeared aggrieved and disheveled, retreating while fighting, seemingly still cursing under his breath.

Bullets flew back and forth between the two sides' positions, and the explosions of hand grenades rose and fell one after another; the scene was intense yet absurd.

"Brother, are you sure you didn't see wrong? Are two groups of little devils really fighting each other?" Lv Ziqing, to ensure absolute certainty, confirmed once more with the Yue Army company commander beside him.

This was truly too bizarre; one's own people fighting one's own people, and fighting so intensely, was simply unheard of.

The Yue Army company commander slapped his chest to guarantee: "Absolutely true, Company Commander Lu; a brother company from our same battalion was previously ambushed by a group of devils wearing our Central German-equipped Division uniforms! We had someone see it with their own eyes!"

Later, for some unknown reason, that group of disguised devils seemed to have been beaten by another wave of real devils, and no one dared to approach that place easily anymore.

Now look, it's that group of crazy devils carrying the flag chasing them and beating them; the little devils being chased and beaten are the devils who were previously disguised as German-equipped troops!"

Having received definite confirmation, Lv Ziqing no longer hesitated; the regimental flag was a fine thing, and the President himself was personally micro-managing this small company commander of his—delay brings change, so he had to act quickly.

Lv Ziqing immediately summoned the commanders of the Youth Army Reconnaissance Company, the Guangxi Army Chen Kairong Company, and this Yue Army company, quickly deploying a simple three-pronged encirclement tactic.

"Brothers, this is a rare opportunity! I observed that there aren't many devils left; see that devil flag? Seizing it is a great merit! We'll split into left, center, and right three prongs and press forward together, a quick battle for a quick decision!"

At the same time, in the center of the chaotic battle, Kuranaga Regiment Commander had already gone completely mad.

Kuranaga Regiment Commander actually waved the heavy regimental flagpole like a long stick, howling as he charged toward Zhu Xia Jun's troops, who were commanding their forces while fighting and retreating, with an aura of "gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas."

Zhu Xia Jun had not yet received specific orders from his superiors to kill Colonel Kuranaga; looking at this colonel who seemed mad, charging at him with a flagpole, he was filled with a sense of helplessness.

Seeing Kuranaga Regiment Commander's flagpole whistling down at him, Zhu Xia Jun took a deep breath and made a decision befitting his identity as a samurai.

With a swish, Zhu Xia Jun drew the family heirloom samurai sword he carried with him: "Sir Cangyong Chengzhi, the game of playing house is over!"

He was, after all, from a prestigious family in Kyoto, an inheritor of the Hokushin Ittō-ryū, and disdained using firearms against Cangyong Chengzhi, who was not holding a gun.

Cangyong Chengzhi cursed loudly: "Bajiyalu, you hateful Youth Army, still dare to talk big?!"

Zhu Xia Jun assumed a standard starting stance, his voice heavy: "Fellow who disgraces the dignity of an Imperial soldier! I, Hokushin Ittō-ryū's Zhu Xia Jun, shall today, by the Way of the Samurai, give you a decent end!"

Just as Zhu Xia Jun was preparing to fight the mad dog-like Cangyong Chengzhi, a signaller stumbled and crawled to his side, reporting loudly: "Squadron Leader Sir! Commander Sir personally orders: permission granted to kill Colonel Kuranaga, but you must retrieve the regimental flag!"

Zhu Xia Jun's eyes were filled with coldness, just about to execute the order, but it was already too late.

"Fire!" With Lv Ziqing's order, dense gunfire suddenly erupted from three sides; hundreds of phantoms emerged in the darkness, bullets spraying toward the Japanese in the melee like splashing water, the primary target being that madman waving the conspicuous flag.

Cangyong Chengzhi, who was raising the flagpole to smash down at Zhu Xia Jun again, suddenly stiffened, and several blood flowers burst across his body in an instant.

He looked down in disbelief at the bullet holes in his body, then at the regimental flag still tightly gripped in his hand, and then fell straight backward.

The regimental flag symbolizing the honor of the Sixth Regiment also fell with him, landing with a clatter on the muddy ground.

Zhu Xia Jun, who had just been preparing for a samurai duel, was stunned by this sudden blow.

"Bajiya! It's the Xian army! Everyone turn around! Block the enemy army!"

"At any cost, retrieve the regimental flag!" Zhu Xia Jun commanded his troops and Cangyong Chengzhi's remnants.

But many of the muddle-headed remnants of the Kuranaga Regiment still failed to grasp the situation, lunging ferociously at Zhu Xia Jun's troops.

Zhu Xia Jun raised his military sword and could only go seize the Kuranaga Regiment's regimental flag himself.

Although he was not of Cangyong Chengzhi's Sixth Regiment, the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum crest on the regimental flag symbolized the Heavenly Locust Imperial Family, and Zhu Xia Jun could not stand by and watch such an important thing be seized by the Xia Guo Army.

Who would have thought that the greatest obstacle for Zhu Xia Jun in seizing the regimental flag was not the Youth Army, Guangxi Army, or Yue Army of the Xia Guo Army, but rather some muddle-headed remnants of the Kuranaga Regiment, especially the Guard Flag Squad of the Sixth Regiment, each one fearless of death, thrusting bayonets at Zhu Xia Jun after their bullets ran out.

Zhu Xia Jun cursed while waving his military sword to hack down his own countrymen and comrades.

"Die, die, die for me!!!"

Zhu Xia Jun hacked down more than a dozen remnants of his own Sixth Regiment who came forward to block him; in his emotional agitation, his movements became large and sweeping, and soon he was panting from exhaustion.

This battle dealt Zhu Xia Jun a huge shock; although he was a professional soldier who believed in Bushido, the number of Japanese countrymen he had killed was actually greater than the number of Xia people!

Many of them were killed at close range with the military sword; having killed so many comrades, his body covered in the blood of his countrymen, Zhu Xia Jun felt he was about to go mad!

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat~

A string of bullets came flying over; Lv Ziqing's Reconnaissance Company had already broken through the defensive line and was flanking toward where the regimental flag had fallen.

Zhu Xia Jun wanted to seize the regimental flag, but was driven back by a burst of bullets hitting the ground.

Several Japanese soldiers tried to seize the flag; as soon as they touched the flagpole, they were shot down by bullets.

Another string of bullets flew toward Zhu Xia Jun.

"Squadron Leader, be careful!" Several Japanese subordinates shielded Zhu Xia Jun behind them, and several other Japanese dragged Zhu Xia Jun backward behind cover.

"Bajiya, it's over, it's all over, retrieve the regimental flag, you bastards!" Zhu Xia Jun shouted hoarsely, tears and snot flowing; on the soil of the enemy's country, his hands were stained with the blood of his countrymen, and Zhu Xia Jun completely failed to understand the meaning of this war he was fighting.

Lv Ziqing, however, put down his submachine gun in the distance, frowning and muttering: "Senior Classmate Zhu Xia Jun? Long time no see!!!"

The deputy company commander beside him rushed up, saying: "What a pity, Company Commander; if it weren't for that devil having a few lackeys protecting him, you would have already taken him out!"

"You all hurry and flank up; see if he's still there; find a way for me to take out that officer just now!"

The soldiers moved at the order, flanking toward the position where Zhu Xia Jun was; Lv Ziqing led his men to seize the regimental flag.

"Wireless, connect me to Lu Commander!"

On the other end of the wireless was another encrypted call full of accents; after listening, the Principal had a look of comfort on his face, proud of his achievement in precisely micro-managing an infantry company.