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Chapter 300 Yoshizumi Ryosuke, repeatedly manipulated by Li Jianghe

Upon hearing what the communications soldier said, Li Jianghe raised an eyebrow, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Ryosuke Yoshizumi? An old acquaintance, I didn't expect to see him again so soon."

Yang Ruifu, who was standing to the side, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his tone filled with reminiscence and emotion.

"I heard that this old Japanese soldier was hospitalized for a period of time after the Battle of Nanjing, he was so angry."

"I never expected to run into you again. What a small world!"

Li Jianghe said with a smile, his smile carrying a hint of disdain and composure.

"It seems the 107th Division's offensive is not going well, moving at a snail's pace. That old devil Okamura is very dissatisfied."

"So they brought up the 9th Division as a substitute, wanting to try a different fighting style."

"If the Ninth Division is indeed replaced, then Long Wenzhang should launch a decisive counterattack after dark."

"And the blows must be fierce and ruthless enough to knock Yoshizumi Ryosuke unconscious with one blow."

Yang Ruifu looked at the map, his brows furrowing slightly, his tone tinged with worry.

"Wouldn't that be a bit risky? Our top priority should be to eliminate the Third Division as soon as possible."

"If we send our troops out to launch a counterattack, what if something goes wrong at Huangkan Village..."

But Li Jianghe waved his hand, his tone as certain as if he were talking about something that had already happened.

"Don't worry, that old devil Yoshizumi Ryosuke definitely won't dare to fight back."

"They were terrified of us when we attacked Nanjing. They have a psychological trauma, like someone who has been bitten by a snake and is afraid of even seeing a rope."

Yang Ruifu thought about it and realized that Li Jianghe's forces were less than one-tenth of what they were now when they were in Nanjing and Shanghai.

Back then, firepower was far inferior to what it is now, and there were hardly any decent heavy weapons.

Even so, Li Jianghe still dared to launch a counterattack against the Ninth Division, and he gained the upper hand every time.

Those small-scale night raids, flanking attacks, and ambushes threw the 9th Division into chaos, causing heavy losses.

Yoshizumi Ryosuke was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back, and in the end he could only watch helplessly as the Third Column slipped away right under his nose.

If Yoshizumi Ryosuke is counterattacked this time, he will most likely become a coward, only daring to defend and not daring to counterattack.

Li Jianghe had thoroughly figured out his cautiousness and timidity.

Yang Ruifu nodded, his worry lessening somewhat, but his brows remained slightly furrowed.

"Let's hope so. I hope Yoshizumi Ryosuke won't let us down."

Li Jianghe chuckled, turned around, and his gaze fell on the huge battle map on the wall.

The map was marked with a dense array of red and blue arrows, like an abstract painting, the secrets of which only he could decipher.

"The end of the Third Division is not far away. In another day, or at most a day and a half, we will completely wipe them out."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a certain confidence, as if he were stating a fact.

"As for Yoshizumi Ryosuke, let him climb slowly. By the time he gets there, the Third Division will have turned to ashes."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the others in the command post relaxed somewhat.

Standing in the corner, Zhang Kewei watched Li Jianghe's retreating figure, a feeling of indescribable emotion welling up inside him.

This commander, who was much younger than himself, fought like a seasoned veteran, calm and composed, handling heavy tasks with ease.

He felt a little hot as he recalled the doubt and distrust he felt when he first arrived at the command post.

Now he is completely convinced, utterly convinced, and utterly devoted.

As night fell again, the sky north of Huangkan Village was tinged with a dark red by the gunfire, resembling a red-hot iron plate.

The 9th Division's offensive has been fully launched, and they took over the offensive mission from the 107th Division shortly after arriving here.

The Japanese artillery positions were a hive of activity, with gunners shirtless loading shells and dousing the red-hot barrels with cold water to cover the infantry's charge.

Inside the joint command post, Tasaka Hachijuchi still looked at the map in front of him with some resentment, his lips pursed downwards.

The once arrogant man has suffered heavy losses in the past two days of attacks and has made no progress.

The list of fallen soldiers was piled up on the corner of the table, like a small mountain, making his heart feel heavy.

Across from him, Yoshizumi Ryosuke noticed that he was in a bad mood, so he spoke slowly and calmly.

"Tasaka-kun, relax. The Third Column is notoriously difficult to deal with; it's like a stubborn, unyielding rock."

"When fighting them, the most important thing is to remain patient and not try to win quickly, otherwise you will only suffer a great loss."

Tasaka Hachijuchi gave a cold snort, his tone full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Hmph, Commander, you clearly don't trust me. Although these enemies are difficult to deal with, if you give me two more days, the front line will definitely make progress."

As he said this, he turned to look at Yoshizumi Ryosuke, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation.

"How do you plan to deal with them? Tell me, I want to hear your brilliant ideas."

Yoshizumi Ryosuke smiled faintly, a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness, as if recalling something unpleasant.

"Use the most basic method to fight, wear them down little by little, like ants gnawing on a bone, slowly grinding them down."

"Trying other methods or using fancy tactics often results in more harm than good, and you end up suffering the consequences."

These were lessons he learned in blood from his previous battles outside Nanjing, and every word of them was stained with blood.

At this point, he recalled those agonizing nights outside Nanjing, when he was constantly on edge.

On those nights, he was always anxious about what kind of counterattack Li Jianghe's troops would launch, or what unexpected place they would appear in.

Every time I fall asleep, I am awakened by nightmares, in which I am filled with images of soldiers from the Third Column charging at me with submachine guns.

In fact, even now, this anxiety has not disappeared from him; it follows him like a shadow.

However, Yoshizumi Ryosuke's biggest improvement compared to when he was in Nanjing is his caution—absolute caution, even to the point of cowardice.

At this moment, Yoshizumi Ryosuke was unaware that, in the darkness, Long Wenzhang's main armored force had already prepared for a night attack.

The engines of those armored vehicles were deliberately kept at low speeds, and their exhaust pipes were covered with sheet metal, emitting only a low hum.

In the darkness, the Ninth Division launched its full offensive against Huangkan Village, unleashing a barrage of artillery fire as if it were free.

The infantry charged wave after wave, swift and fierce, giving the guard detachment almost no time to catch their breath.

They have an overwhelming numerical advantage and can launch fierce attacks simultaneously from the front and both flanks, taking turns to engage in combat.

There were even special rotating troops, who would take over when one wave got tired, like a tide coming in one after another.