Traveling through the 1937 Songhu rout, I became a second lieutenant staff officer of the 88th Division waiting to die.
Behind me were Japanese bayonets, and around me were scattered soldiers. No one knew that I was a hidden secret party member, and no one knew that I had the entire history of World War II and "The Art of War" in my mind.
When others flee, I will kill them! He led thirty remnants into the Wild Wolf Valley, wiped out the Japanese vanguard squad in the first battle, and captured the first batch of ammunition.
While others clung to their positions and spent all their money, I used the Sixteen-Character Strategy to fight guerrillas, encircle points for reinforcements, pincer offensives, and leap-frog tactics, and made the Japanese army spin around.
From a remnant platoon of thirty people to a field division that intimidated the enemy; from sparrow harassment to the complete annihilation of the Japanese army.
I started an eight-year life-or-death duel with the Japanese Major General Masao Kuroda, who was familiar with the art of war. He has learned all my tactics, but he will never learn the bloody nature of the Chinese.
In eight years, eight thousand brothers buried their bones in Cangwu Mountain, and I buried every comrade with my own hands.
When the Japanese surrendered in 1945, I walked down the mountain with less than two hundred survivors.
The unit designation was revoked and our names never entered official history.
But when later generations opened the top-secret files of the Japanese army, they discovered to their surprise——
There was a non-existent column that once made the entire Japanese army in North China frightened!
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