Chapter 311: Against 15,000, the Advantage Is Mine

Jiang Anguo stood on a hill at Luojia Chong, looking at the Yangtze River rushing east before him, calculating the logistics ledger in his mind.

Unfortunately, the terrain at Shipa is extremely treacherous, backed by mountains and flanking the Yangtze River. Waterways are naturally the most convenient route, but the river surface is not peaceful now. Earlier the Little Devil's 13th Division's few arrogant Yangtze River gunboats had already been blown up by him in advance, and the remaining few can now only cower like turtles at Yichang dock, daring not to move a step.

But the problem is, the Japanese Army's fortress at Yichang is still standing there.

As long as that nail isn't pulled out, Jiang Anguo's landing craft can't swagger westward to transport supplies. This golden waterway will only become truly unobstructed after the 13th Division fully captures Yichang and pulls down that plaster flag, allowing the upper Yangtze River to be clear.

As for taking the mountain road? Don't joke. The towering peaks are a path for monkeys; relying on people to carry horses and loads, even the daylilies would be cold by the time they arrive.

Of course, Jiang Anguo's current position is less than 20 km in a straight line from the Shipa fortress; he could walk there in a day, a bit slower in a day and a half.

The battle has already begun, so Jiang Anguo naturally won't go alone to Shipa and then tell that cheap brother‑in‑law, "Brother‑in‑law, look, these are the weapons I'm sending you."

Jiang Anguo simply doesn't have time for that.

Air transport? That's even more out of the question. At present, Changde Airport only sees a uniform fleet of fighter jets. Though they enjoy absolute air superiority, hoping those few P‑38s that can only carry a handful of bombs to ferry canned food and heavy gear is a pipe dream.

The B25 bombers that previously carried out air raids on southern Jiangxi have already been withdrawn from the system.

Jiang Anguo sighed. If these supplies could be shipped up, even half of them, under a saturated Sugar‑coated Shell barrage, even without that layer of brother‑in‑law connections, Hu Lian's "Cunning Fox" would surely obediently help the cause for those few American cannons and tons of ammunition.

That's why he's hurrying to urge his brother‑in‑law Hu Lian to rush to Dianjun Mountain.

Not far from him, there is a hill called Dianjun Mountain, reputedly where Liu Bei, during the Battle of Yiling, once inspected his cavalry on that very hill, exuding majesty. Today it has become an excellent equipment transshipment point.

As soon as Hu Lian's 11th Division sets foot on Dianjun Mountain, Jiang Anguo can immediately requisition the best gear from the system warehouse, giving this veteran elite a complete upgrade. Although the 11th Division's equipment isn't bad—uniform Zhongzheng rifles and a 75 mm mountain‑artillery battalion, which ranks among the top configurations in the Nationalist Army.

Even when fighting the Japanese, defensive battles are manageable, but to launch an offensive, the firepower still falls short, especially in heavy weapons.

Of course, Jiang Anguo isn't dependent on any single person.

If Hu Lian hesitates with many concerns and drags his feet, Jiang Anguo will still press on in Yichang. Because since yesterday the 150th Division and the Independent Regiment fought Yidu, a day has already passed, and if the 11th Division were to arrive, it should have been in Yichang by now.

At worst he'll bring the Independent Regiment himself; with the Independent Regiment plus air support, that's enough.

Yichang must be taken, and it must be taken quickly. The whole Central China battlefield is already a mess, the Yueyang front is the hottest, and the Japanese Army in Wuhan is desperately hurrying toward Yueyang.

In the third war zone of southern Jiangxi, the Little Devils have retreated to their original defensive sector, not only because they fear that terrifying gas will be dropped on them again—this thing is more powerful than their own red shells.

The Little Devils are scared and are now applying for international sanctions against the perpetrators of this gas‑balloon attack!

Both sides of China and Japan see a great battle about to erupt, which the Japanese Headquarters does not wish to see, because their focus now is Southeast Asia and the Pacific Ocean.

Yichang is the undisputed "main course" of this great battle; if this main course isn't seized or is handed over to someone else, what's the point of fighting?

Of course, no one expects Jiang Anguo and the 150th Division's Xu Guozhang to capture Yichang with just one division and one regiment.

"Three thousand against fifteen thousand, hum, the advantage is mine!"

Jiang Anguo looked at the faintly visible Yichang city walls in the distant morning mist, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Who says fewer troops can't win? In the face of modern firepower and air superiority, more troops are just moving targets.

Time waits for no one.

From the start at Yidu to now, at most a day has passed. He once boasted before the Principal, pledging to take Haikou, but was given five days. Capture Yichang within five days; after the time expires, abandon it and have all units return to their defensive sectors.

Everything is proceeding according to plan, but Jiang Anguo has already prepared for the worst.

If, at the final moment, the Japanese cling to the dead city, to reduce Independent Regiment casualties and finish the mission within the five‑day limit, he will have to take lethal action.

At most, order fighter jets and bombers to indiscriminately bomb Yichang city.

Flatten the city, and see how you'll defend it!

"Da da da!"

Jiang Anguo reacted instantly, without hesitation, his body plunging down as he quickly withdrew from that completely exposed open ground. Joking aside, this is a battlefield; if a stray bullet flies by, it would be a case of "die before the campaign even begins," leaving heroes weeping.

"Commander!"

Over three hundred Guard Company soldiers, well‑trained, rushed toward the Commander's position, instantly forming a human barrier.

Jiang Anguo was very satisfied with this!

Xiao Si stayed close to Jiang Anguo's side; the MP40 Submachine Gun in his hand "crack!" went off its safety. This German‑made submachine gun was no longer new to him; after this period of special training, he handled it with great skill, his eyes sharp like a wolf cub guarding its food.

He also carried on his back the Mauser Sniper Rifle dedicated to Jiang Anguo, the Young Master's "named" weapon, which cannot be misplaced.

The Young Master's shooting is truly accurate—one shot, one enemy; often Xiao Si serves as the observer, counting for the Young Master, having killed several devils.

Gunfire grew denser, and the muffled thump of hand grenades could even be heard faintly.

Jiang Anguo brushed the dust off himself, frowned slightly, turned back and asked, "Yao Quanyi, where did he go?"

As soon as the words fell, rd Battalion Commander Xu Ziliang ran over, panting.

"Report, Commander, the Regiment Commander took the 2nd Battalion personally to Moji Shan!" Xu Ziliang saluted and loudly reported, "The Regiment Commander said that before launching the general attack, we must first gnaw down the hard bone that is Moji Shan!"

Xu Ziliang, trait: superior firepower. As long as there's combat, he never feels the bullets are insufficient.