Chapter 211: We Have Been Fighting a Five‑Thousand‑Year War

Germany's infantry division, a division has three 105mm howitzer battalions, totaling thirty‑six howitzers, a 150mm heavy howitzer battalion with twelve howitzers, for a total of forty‑eight howitzers.

Dai Anlan walked three steps, then two, to the doorway, grabbed Jiang Anguo, "Anguo, you can't cheat your big brother me!"

No wonder Dai Anlan is so worked up; look at the officers of this elite unit—upon hearing 105mm howitzers, everyone's mouth corners widen.

They believe this young officer will give them howitzers, because the weapons they now use are largely supplied by Jiang Anguo.

With twelve 105mm howitzers, let alone a battalion, according to the Expeditionary Force and domestic organization, at least a regiment, even a brigade could be formed to protect these twelve howitzers.

In fact, the th Division leans toward Soviet‑style equipment.

The German‑armed division was almost completely annihilated in Shanghai; in Nanjing it was about the same.

In Wuhan behind, most of the equipment came from Soviet Union aid, and only later did the staggered American aid arrive.

But who doesn't know the power of German‑style equipment? In the Song‑Hu Campaign, the 88th Division, 89th Division, and several reorganized divisions could hold up against Japanese Army aircraft and naval artillery, achieving a one‑for‑one exchange. It follows that, with equal equipment, the Huaxia Army is an invincible force.

Jiang Anguo looked at Dai Anlan's eager expression, "Division Commander, rest assured; this battle's losses are heavy, but weapons, ammunition, medical supplies—I will replenish them all for you."

Dai Anlan didn't know the strength of his little brother‑in‑law, but knew that his brother‑in‑law's unit contained many Germans and Americans, so surely there were channels to bring these weapons in.

In fact, Jiang Anguo added some foreign faces to the unit as a cover.

This also gave him an excuse; otherwise, the items in these systems would be hard for him to monetize, but with foreign presence, it's different.

"Anguo, why don't you come up and say a few words?" Dai Anlan thought, since Jiang Anguo is also a member of the th Division, he should have some insight into this battle.

Jiang Anguo shook his head, "No, no, Division Commander, I don't know how to do that!"

Jiang Anguo had given speeches to the men under his command; the most frequent speaker was Chanda, who at that time was just him as a Major, oh, and also Lin Yi.

The rest were rank‑and‑file soldiers.

Back then the morale was also high, but it was different; he faced a group of routed troops, a group of soulless soldiers.

But even the lowest‑ranked person present was a Major, which made him a little uneasy.

"Regiment Commander Jiang, say something!"

"Yes! Regiment Commander Jiang, the Tonggu counter‑offensive was planned by you, go up and say a few words."

"Right, Regiment Commander Jiang, please tell us."

Everyone knows this Tonggu counter‑offensive was entirely Jiang Anguo's doing; if the th Division had not followed up with support, Jiang Anguo intended to take three thousand men to attack Tonggu.

As for Jiang Anguo, everyone respects him, mainly because they have never seen war fought like this.

Earlier, Jiang Anguo also rescued the th Division; had his transport plane not arrived at Xibu in time with weapon supplies, the th Division would have been out of ammo and food, and could not have broken through the 148th Regiment's blockade.

Dai Anlan also added, "Anguo, just say a couple of lines to everyone."

Jiang Anguo looked at the eager eyes of everyone and said, "Alright, since you're all so enthusiastic, I won't be impolite; I'll say a few more words."

Jiang Anguo stepped onto the podium, stood up, facing a group of officers.

"Everyone," Jiang Anguo surveyed the room, "I heard what you just said. This Tonggu counter‑offensive has two crucial points: first, our weapons are more advanced than the enemy's; second, we struck while the Little Devils were still unprepared, crushing them."

"But everyone should know that on the front, even if we launch a sudden attack on the Little Devils, without ten times the manpower, it's hard to inflict damage on them."

"What you just said is all correct."

"But what I must say is that the Japanese have Bushido Spirit; they truly are fearless of death, and we must acknowledge that. Yet we also have our own spirit!"

His voice rose sharply, bearing an undeniable force: "We are not fighting for the Emperor, nor for the damn 'Greater East Asia Co‑Prosperity Sphere.' We fight for our families behind us, for the land beneath our feet, for this country! Our soldiers are also born of father and raised by mother, also fear death, but they know why they fight!"

"We also have a fearless‑of‑death spirit!"

If at first in Lashu Jiang Anguo worried about the Little Devils' combat power, after several battles he found they were no different; with absolute superiority, the Little Devils are merely withered bones in a tomb.

Jiang Anguo slowly straightened his posture, his gaze moving from Dai Anlan's face to each person present. On those young, resolute faces, still marked by the scars of battle, the eyes now rekindled with light.

His voice was no longer calm, but surged with an uncontainable fervor, like a volcano about to erupt.

"They can kill one of our men, but ten of us can rise! They can wipe out one of our divisions, yet we can pull up another division! That is our advantage!"

He thrust his hand up sharply, his voice suddenly soaring, like a thunderclap ringing in each ear:

"Weapons are important, but people are most important! The Little Devils number how many? Huaxia has forty million people!"

His voice echoed in the small classroom, bearing an undeniable, majestic momentum.

"For each inch of our land they occupy, they must face tenfold, hundredfold revenge! Their resources are limited, their manpower limited! But we have endless people, endless land, endless wars!"

"China's five thousand years of history, we have fought a five‑thousand‑year war!"

"If the Little Devils want to fight, we'll see it through to the end!"

Jiang Anguo stepped forward, both hands on the table, leaning forward, his gaze blazing, staring straight at everyone.

"So, do not doubt! Do not be lost! The Little Devils are destined to fail in this war; victory will ultimately belong to us!"

This final sentence he almost shouted.

The chests of all the officers rose and fell violently, their eyes burning with flame—a flame completely ignited.

The earlier confusion over results and worries about casualties were, at this moment, swept away by this overwhelming confidence.

It turned out the Little Devils were not invincible.

"Victory will eventually belong to us!"

In the classroom, all the officers sprang up at once, roaring in unison. The sound merged into a torrent, breaking through the roof, echoing over Xibu.

From this moment on, what they believed in was not only Tonggu's victory, but the ultimate outcome of the entire war.

It took a long while before everyone calmed the excitement in their hearts.