Chapter Twenty-One: Not a Blade of Grass Survives!

At this moment, in the trenches not far away, the warriors who had witnessed everything could not suppress their smiles. One young soldier could not help but exclaim, “Commander, you’re incredible, leading those Japs around by the nose!”

“This is just a minor trick, nothing worth mentioning,” Zhou Weiguo replied quietly, his gaze fixed on the Japanese forces ahead. “But after this, they will surely become more cautious. The next round will depend on our brothers.”

“As long as we deal them a heavy blow, only then will our vengeance be repaid!” Chen Qingzhi declared.

“Don’t worry, Commander. With the weapons and equipment you’ve procured for us, even though we’re down to just over a hundred men, there’s no way the Japs will get past us easily!” Huzi said, both hands gripping a Maxim heavy machine gun, his spirits high.

The weapon in his hands filled Huzi with immense confidence. He firmly believed that with such powerful firepower, they would make the Japanese pay a heavy price.

On the other side, Lieutenant Colonel Yasuzaki Setsuzo’s men moved with extreme caution due to the minefield. To save time, Yasuzaki decided against using mortars to blanket the area with shells to clear the mines. Instead, he ordered his men to spread out and advance carefully.

Though this saved some time, it meant that Japanese soldiers themselves would have to discover the mines the hard way. But Yasuzaki did not care. What mattered to him was his own military merit. As for the soldiers of the Empire—sac