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

"The brigadier general gave us so many machine guns, they're not just for show, fire! Fire them all!"

Zhang Wenzhong roared, his eyes bloodshot.

On the Second Regiment's position, although more than forty Czech light machine guns and more than a dozen heavy machine guns roared desperately, their barrels turning red-hot and the coolant in their Maxim guns boiling, the defensive line was still in grave danger in the face of the Japanese's almost frenzied, dense formation.

"Change the barrel! Cover me!"

With a final effort, the machine gunner scooped up the Czech-made light machine gun and crouched back into the trench. He then gripped the carrying handle with his right hand, twisted and turned, and swiftly removed the barrel. (Image)

"Quick, get me a spare barrel."

However, before his deputy could hand him the spare barrel...

"Whoosh!"

The Japanese grenade launchers were incredibly accurate; several grenades landed outside the trench, while others hit the trench precisely inside.

A light machine gun squad was wiped out instantly.

"Commander, the First Battalion has been breached, the Japanese are charging up!" the adjutant cried out, his voice trembling with tears.

Zhang Wenzhong glanced at the left flank, where dozens of Japanese soldiers had already jumped into the trenches, their gleaming bayonets flashing coldly in the rain, and were engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand battle with his own men.

"Damn it, I'm going to die here today."

Zhang Wenzhong threw away his empty rifle, picked up a large blade, and prepared to lead his team in a counter-attack.

Just then, a hissing sound, like cloth being torn apart, came from afar.

"Second Regiment Commander! Get down!"

Zhang Wenzhong glanced over instinctively and saw a group of Japanese soldiers charging with bayonets being instantly swept down.

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Lin Feng's elite battalion, whose entire members had been upgraded, had arrived.

The battalion commander did not choose to lead his troops into the trenches to help Zhang Wenzhong fill the pits; that would have been a piecemeal tactic, a poor strategy.

His choice was to fight fire with fire.

"Machine gun team, spread out on both flanks."

"One company, charge with me!"

To the side and rear of the Japanese charging formation, on a pile of ruins slightly raised above the ground, the King of Hell began to call roll.

Unlike light machine guns, the MG42 general-purpose machine gun was not mounted on a bipod, but rather on a heavy tripod.

In this state, it is no longer an ordinary machine gun, but a sophisticated long-range killing machine.

"shooting."

"laugh------!!!"

Those unique, terrifying gunshots, like tearing linen, rang out on a large scale on the battlefield of the Eastern metropolis.

With a rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute, the muzzle flashes formed a dazzling beam of light.

More than a dozen MG42s opened fire simultaneously, and the dense rain of bullets instantly formed an insurmountable metal storm, fiercely cutting into the Japanese charging formation from the flank.

The Japanese soldiers of the 7th Regiment, who were charging forward, didn't even have time to react.

The bullets were so dense that there was absolutely no room to dodge.

The Japanese soldiers at the very front, any who were slow to react, were instantly shot down.

"What?!"

The Japanese soldiers behind them were horrified to discover that their comrades had not fallen, but had been "shattered".

This is the power of "Hillard's Chainsaw".

Any charge in a dense formation against it is suicidal.

Not to mention, the First Battalion of the First Regiment appeared on the Japanese flank.

The roar of the MG42 is just the beginning.

The battalion commander, holding an StG44, led the charge.

Behind him, hundreds of elite system soldiers wearing M35 steel helmets, carrying various automatic and semi-automatic weapons, rushed out of the cover like tigers descending a mountain.

They adopted extremely advanced squad and platoon tactics.

They moved in twos and threes, some crawling, some leaping forward.

"cover."

A machine gunner instantly lay down and set up his MG34 light machine gun amidst the rubble and debris, suppressing the Japanese soldiers in front of him with a long burst of fire.

"superior."

Under the cover of the machine gun, two infantrymen armed with StG44s quickly leaped up, crouched low, and rushed towards a section of broken wall. Once in position, they immediately raised their guns and fired, providing cover for their comrades behind them.

Their movements were fluid and seamless, demonstrating perfect teamwork.

On the Japanese side, however, the situation was quite different.

The Japanese infantrymen, seeing the approaching Xia army, showed no fear; instead, they grinned maliciously.

"Have the Chinese gone mad? Daring to fight the Imperial Army head-on?"

A Japanese sergeant hid behind a tree 200 meters away and raised his Type 38 rifle.

In his view, the short, stick-like guns (StG44) that the other side was holding were obviously submachine guns.

As we all know, the effective range of a submachine gun is at most 100 meters; beyond that distance, the bullets go who knows where.

The Imperial Army's Type 38 rifle had extremely high accuracy at distances of 300 to 400 meters.

"You Chinese pig, die!"

The Japanese sergeant pulled back the bolt of his rifle and aimed at a soldier from the First Battalion who was advancing.

However, before he could pull the trigger...

"Da da! Da da da!"

The system soldier suddenly stopped, knelt on one knee, and fired two short bursts with his StG44 rifle with remarkable stability.

"puff!"

A burst of sparks erupted from the Japanese sergeant's helmet, and he fell backward, dying with his eyes wide open.

How is that possible?

Is this a submachine gun?

That's clearly a rifle!

The StG44 assault rifle uses 7.92×33mm short cartridges, has an effective range of up to 400 meters, and its accuracy far exceeds that of submachine guns. In terms of rate of fire and sustained firepower, it far surpasses bolt-action rifles.

This is the groundbreaking "intermediate-powered missile"!

An extremely absurd scene unfolded on the battlefield.

The Japanese attempted to use the range advantage of the Type 38 rifle to engage in a firefight with the 1st Battalion's assault rifles at a distance of 200-300 meters.

They were devastated to discover that the "short-barreled gun" on the other side was just as accurate as they were, and that the other gun didn't need to pull the bolt.

An elite system soldier wielding an StG44, leaning against a broken wall, calmly fired short bursts.

"Da da!" A Japanese soldier fell down.

"Da da!" Another Japanese soldier fell.

He alone, with just one gun, managed to suppress eight Type 8 rifles from an entire Japanese infantry squad.

If any Japanese soldier dared to peek out, cock the gun, or fire, they would be taught a lesson by a burst of bullets.

"Baka! This isn't fair!"

"How come their submachine guns can hit targets so far?!"

The Japanese soldiers' psychological defenses collapsed at that moment.

This completely overturned their understanding.

However, the Japanese 7th Regiment was an elite force, and it did not immediately collapse after suffering a devastating attack on its flank.

The Japanese artillery battalion behind them began frantically pushing their Type 92 infantry guns forward, attempting to use the gun shields as cover to get close and fire directly at the enemy's firing positions, hoping to take out the 1st Battalion's strongpoints.

On the other side, the First Battalion also set up 82mm mortars and engaged in a cannon-to-cannon exchange with the Japanese.

On the other side, the reconnaissance squad, equipped with walkie-talkies and sniper rifles, quickly took up advantageous positions, sniping Japanese junior officers and grenade launcher gunners while reporting artillery coordinates via walkie-talkies.

"Yes, coordinates XX, YY, that's a huge bomb crater, with at least two grenade launchers and over 20 Japanese soldiers lurking inside!"