Chapter 345: Yichang Sunset, the Fierce Tiger Breaks Through the Gate

At the Yichang dock, the mountain‑piled supplies now must be sent to the front‑line soldiers.

Jiang Anguo also heard the shouts inside Yichang city; it must be said that Yao Quanyi indeed has more experience than he does in how to fight street battles.

Now, with no one beside him, Jiang Anguo finds it somewhat difficult to get these supplies to the front.

"Quick!" Jiang Anguo turned and shouted, his voice drowning the artillery fire. "Organize the laborers, the wounded, anyone who can move! Repackage these munitions and rush them to Front Street, Oil Workshop Alley, Customs Building! Prioritize resupplying the soldiers of the 2nd Battalion!"

Many civilians, frightened by Yao Quanyi's troops charging ahead, have already fled Yichang; since the troops are moving in, the retreat route must be free of Japanese Army, and these are the smart ones.

Seeing the soldiers fighting in a hail of blood, the civilians, hearing the young officer's roar, are once again mobilized.

The civilians act on the command.

Young adults immediately lift the fallen unicycle, pairs of youths shoulder Ammo Boxes, elderly men and women use cloth bags to pack bullets… a supply line formed by the people quietly takes shape amid the artillery fire.

This is a war belonging to the people of Yichang.

At the front, Yao Quanyi is leading his troops in fierce firefight with the Japanese Army at "Cross Street".

The Little Devils use the pharmacy, pawnshop, and tea house to set up intersecting fire, with the Grenade Launcher bombarding the street center continuously. Our forces are suppressed behind a broken wall, casualties rising.

"Regiment Commander! Ammunition is running out!" the Machine Gunner shouted in desperation.

At that moment, a laborer drenched in blood rushed into the cover, slamming a crate of 7.92 mm ammunition onto the ground: "Officer! This ammunition came from the rear dock! Enough supplies!"

Yao Quanyi's eyes brightened; he ripped open the crate lid, and the yellow‑glinting bullets shone like gold under the Sunset.

He understood that the Commander had arrived at the front with the second wave of landing troops.

"Reload! Fire to the death! We cannot give the Little Devil a chance to regroup!" Yao Quanyi roared.

Yao Quanyi knows clearly that street fighting must be fierce!

Make your opponent unable to catch their breath at all.

The next second, the roar of the MG42 submachine gun echoed through the streets again, firepower unleashed once more.

Bullets poured out like a torrential rain in Myanmar, spraying the enemy lines. The Japanese Army's machine gunner at the window barely exposed his head before being turned into a sieve; the Little Devil squad attempting a charge was shredded by the hail of fire halfway.

The opposing Japanese Army squad could not have imagined that the Chinese forces, whose offensive had just been waning, would suddenly amplify their firepower so dramatically.

Gradually, rifle rounds, submachine‑gun rounds, and mortar shells were all delivered into the hands of the front‑line troops.

Most crucially, Jiang Anguo once again fully replenished the ranks of all the fallen soldiers.

If you ask where the wounded are, the WarSystem, born for war, has only iron‑blooded warriors and no retreating Huaxia soldiers.

"Hand Grenade! Throw!"

A dozen or so wooden‑handled Hand Grenades arced and fell into the enemy‑occupied building. With a booming crash, bricks and tiles shattered, and screams rang out.

"Mortar, fire for me."

Dong… dong… dong!

Little Devils on the distant Japanese Army position had their limbs blown apart by the shells.

Yao Quanyi seized the moment and gestured: "2nd Battalion, 1st Company, left wing encirclement! 2nd Company advance with me head‑on! Remember, no bayonet charges—overwhelm them with firepower!"

The warriors understood instantly. They no longer charged hand‑to‑hand; instead, they operated in squads, taking turns to provide cover, using submachine guns to suppress windows, Hand Grenades to clear rooms, and explosives to breach doors. Every ten meters of advance is preceded by fire coverage, never giving the Japanese Army a close‑quarters chance.

On the parapet, the sniper's shots remain calm and precise.

"Clock Tower second floor, Machine Gunner, eliminate."

"Pawnshop rooftop, Grenade Launcher, eliminate."

"Tea House back alley, Squad Leader, eliminate."

Each shot clears obstacles for the ground troops.

After receiving supplies, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment advanced rapidly, seizing the high ground; Yao Quanyi, as an officer, specializes in street fighting.

Within Yichang city, it is executed to the fullest!

Jiang Anguo stood on the high dock, watching everything through a telescope. A slight smile curled his lips as he murmured, "Yao Quanyi… you haven't disappointed me."

Jiang Anguo has also dispatched all the Guard Company soldiers nearby, handing full command to Yao Quanyi; at this moment Yao Quanyi needs absolute command, and Jiang Anguo will not issue any orders.

Jiang Anguo's only task now is to transport the supplies to the front and then wait quietly.

He knows this street battle is already won; it's now only a matter of time.

Jiang Anguo turned his head, murmuring, "Sunset already!"

"Damn it, it's finally our turn!"

Hu Lian smashed a fist into a nearby tree trunk, shaking the leaves loose—clearly he was using real force.

This 11th Division commander, renowned for his composure, now has a burning, restless fervor in his eyes.

Having received Jiang Anguo's orders at dawn, he led his troops on a forced march of forty li along winding mountain roads, avoiding Japanese Army observation posts, and only arrived at the gathering point on Military Mountain on the south bank of the Yangtze River at noon.

But before them stretched the massive river, with only a handful of vessels.

"The Independent Regiment is fighting like hell over there, and we're stuck here!" 34th Regiment commander Cao Jinlun muttered, having lost count of how many times he has complained.

Not to mention Cao Jinlun, many soldiers, upon hearing the gunfire and artillery from Yichang North of the River, also complained, asking when they could move.

For this, Hu Lian formed a saber squad, intended to charge into Yichang for close‑quarters combat with the Little Devils; each man equipped with a single open‑blade saber, two double‑barrel shotguns, an MP40 Submachine Gun, and three loaded Magazines.

Hu Lian gave no reply, staring intently at Yichang City West across the river. He knew Jiang Anguo's assessment was correct: the Japanese Army's firepower had been pinned down at the South Gate by the Independent Regiment's fierce assault under Yao Quanyi. Now is the golden window for a flank raid. Yet without boats, even the most elite troops cannot cross the river.

At that moment, the river surface echoed with familiar engine sounds as eight LCI landing craft cut through the waves, racing from Yichang!

After Jiang Anguo arrived at the Yichang dock, he immediately ordered the captains of the eight vessels to head toward Dian Jun Mountain, ferrying Hu Lian's troops; it was time to deliver a fatal blow to the Japanese 13th Division.

"Board!" Hu Lian ordered, charging like a tiger out of the gate.

The warriors quickly boarded the craft.

The instant the ramp lowered, a deep, resonant drumbeat rolled from the east, from Moji Shan.

Dong… dong… dong…

The drums beat like the earth's heart.

Hu Lian froze, then turned sharply, his eyes blazing as he swept over the entire division: "Did you hear that? That's the drum of our ancestors! The Independent Regiment is now risking their lives to tear a hole ahead! This battle must capture Yichang! Whoever steps back even one step," he drew his pistol, slammed it hard onto his chest, "I'll personally kill him!"

Yes!

Six thousand soldiers roared in unison, their cries shaking the riverbank, and even the river seemed to flow backward because of it.

Hu Lian's mission was crystal clear: force a crossing of Dianjun Mountain and strike straight at Yichang's western three gates—Central Water Gate, Zhenchuan Gate, Left Gate. These three city gates guard the throat of Yichang's western side; once seized, they would cut off the Japanese Army's water and land routes. Of course, the Japanese Army could not escape by water or land, as warplanes in the sky kept patrolling.

The Tertiary wave of attack will arrive shortly.

The most crucial point is to thrust from behind into the Southern Frontier Gate, piercing the enemy's backbone. At that moment, Yao Quanyi will launch a frontal assault while Hu Lian encircles from the flank; the enemy of Yichang will become a turtle in a jar.