You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Japanese artillery was clearly enraged by the previous rounds of heavy machine gun fire, and the two Type 41 mountain guns went berserk, pouring ammunition at the tallest restaurant.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the once magnificent eaves and brackets were blown to pieces. A large part of the outer wall of the third floor had been blasted down, revealing the dark room inside.

"Withdraw! Get the heavy machine gun squad out of there immediately. Don't let them fight to the death."

On the second floor of the Western-style building, Lin Feng held up binoculars, looked at the dilapidated restaurant, and immediately grabbed the phone and shouted.

"yes!"

"Commander, don't we have artillery?"

Zhao Yushu, standing to the side, stamped his feet in frustration. Watching his own position being bombed, he felt utterly aggrieved.

"Our 75mm mountain guns and 120mm heavy mortars—just a few of them—could wipe out those Japanese cannons with a single salvo. Why should we hold back?"

"Tolerate?"

Lin Feng put down his binoculars, turned around, and looked at his cousin, who was filled with resentment:

"Yushu, you don't understand. We need to give the Japanese some hope, make them think that they can take Qibao Town if they work hard."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yushu was completely bewildered.

Lin Feng pointed to the east, his tone wistful:

"I know the Japanese better than you do. They have a very unique and awkward culture called a culture of shame. To put it bluntly, they are obsessed with saving face and suffer for it, and they are very particular about not causing trouble for others."

Even decades later in the 21st century, these guys are still the same.

Lin Feng silently added a sentence in his mind.

He then explained:

"The Japanese commander on the other side must think he's a genius, using a flanking maneuver to launch a surprise attack on the flank."

If he thought he could take Qibao Town with just one battalion, he would never have asked for reinforcements, much less call for naval gun support from those naval idiots.

"But if we unleash our full firepower now, with heavy artillery firing down, and stun the Japanese, make them realize they can't possibly crack this nut on their own, what do you think they'll do?"

Zhao Yushu swallowed hard: "Should we call for reinforcements?"

"Yes, he will definitely use the radio to call for naval gunfire or send carrier-based aircraft over immediately."

Lin Feng's expression turned serious: "Even if we were made of iron, we would still be blasted into dust by naval guns."

"Besides..."

Lin Feng raised his wrist and showed off his watch; the hands pointed to four in the afternoon.

"It will get dark soon. When it gets dark, the Japanese planes and artillery will be blind, and that will be our time to shine."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he drew a sharp line on the map, making a gesture of encirclement, roaring inwardly:

From beginning to end, what I wanted was neither to defend Qibao Town nor to defeat this group of Japanese devils.

I've amassed so many troops and accumulated so much wealth; if I only fight a rout, wouldn't that be a loss?

He looked up at his younger cousin and said, "I'm going to eat all the dumplings in this pot, skin and filling, in one go."

4:30 PM.

After suffering dozens of casualties among their engineers and infantry, the Japanese finally managed to clear the barbed wire and minefields at the bridgehead using Type 92 infantry guns and grenade launchers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The cannons fired again, but this time, there were no loud explosions or flashes of light.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Puffs of white smoke exploded at the bridgehead and riverbank, quickly spreading and forming a thick wall of smoke that obscured the defenders' view.

"Brigade Commander, the Japanese have used poison gas?!" The forward observation post immediately called.

Lin Feng raised his binoculars and glanced at the screen, calmly concluding, "It's not poison gas, it's a smoke bomb. The Japanese are about to cross the bridge."

"Order all firing positions at the bridgehead: no need to aim, just blind fire into the smoke. Spray out all your ammunition, don't hold back."

"Da da da da da".

"Knock knock knock knock".

The M2HB heavy machine gun and other light and heavy machine guns fired wildly into the smoke, bullets raining down into the white smoke.

Although no one could be seen, the screams and splashes coming from the smoke proved that the blind firing was quite effective.

However, the Japanese soldiers from 37 years ago were also well-trained.

After paying a considerable price, the two companies of Japanese soldiers finally crossed the stone bridge and entered the edge of the town.

One of the squadrons immediately deployed at the bridgehead, using broken walls and sandbags to build fortifications, establish a bridgehead fortress, and protect the rear.

Meanwhile, another squadron, bayonets at the ready, advanced menacingly into the town in an attack formation.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was not nervous at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed a hunter's smile when he saw his prey caught.

"pretty."

"Once the Japanese devils enter the town and engage us in a fierce battle, it will be a situation where 'you are in me and I am in you.' The Japanese naval guns and planes will be hesitant to fire, fearing that they might accidentally injure friendly forces."

"Next, it's time for our urban warfare training."

Qibao Town, East Street.

Captain Ono, the company commander of the 2nd Company of the Japanese army, was waving his sword and directing his soldiers to advance along the walls on both sides of the street.

"Be careful during the search; the Chinese might be hiding in these houses."

"First squad, left. Second squad, right. Machine gun crew, provide cover."

The Japanese soldiers crouched low, warily watching the tightly closed doors and windows around them, the bayonets of their Type 38 rifles gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

Sudden--

"Splash!"

The window on the second floor above their heads was suddenly pushed open.

Before the Japanese soldiers could even look up, several glass bottles flaming with fire were smashed down on them.

"Slap! Slap!"

The bottle shattered on the bluestone pavement, and the liquid inside splashed out.

That was a cocktail specially prepared by Lin Feng—a mixture of high-proof liquor, gasoline, sugar, and rubber, as thick as syrup.

"call--!"

Flames erupted instantly, burning everything they touched.

"Ah! Fire! Fire!"

Four or five Japanese soldiers walking in front instantly turned into flames.

The viscous liquid sticks to clothes and skin, and no matter how much you pat it off, the fire won't go out; in fact, the more you pat it, the bigger the fire gets.

The Japanese soldiers let out piercing screams, threw down their rifles, and rolled wildly on the ground. Some even lost their minds due to the excruciating pain, howling as they rushed towards their comrades, trying to seek help.

"Baka, don't come any closer."

The other Japanese soldiers retreated in fear, lest they be touched by the hellfire.

Captain Ono's face turned ashen as he watched this scene.

These screams were so demoralizing.

He gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes, and suddenly pulled out his Mauser pistol, pulling the trigger at the burning, screaming soldiers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the screams abruptly ceased.

"They're beyond saving. This is to free them," Captain Ono roared, trying to conceal the cruelty of his shooting his comrades. "Keep moving forward, kill all the Chinese."

However, this scene still sent a chill down the spines of the surrounding Japanese soldiers, and their morale visibly plummeted.

Before they could even recover from their shock...

"Da da da da da!"

On the roof of a two-story building at the end of the street, an MG34 light machine gun that had been lying in ambush suddenly opened fire.

The high vantage point instantly riddled the Japanese scouts at the front with bullets.

"Enemy attack, take cover, retaliate."

The remaining Japanese soldiers reacted quickly, immediately lying on the ground or rolling into the shadows of buildings on both sides of the street, and raising their guns to return fire.

"Over there, the machine gunner is on the roof."

"Grenade launcher, blow it up!"

More than twenty Japanese soldiers hid behind a broken wall, right in the blind spot of the machine gun's firing range.

They set up grenade launchers, preparing to bombard the rooftop.

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly came from an inconspicuous alley behind them.