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

The vanguard of the Japanese troops, unable to lift their heads due to being sniped, scattered like headless flies amidst Major Yokoyama's furious roar.

"Go into the building, go into that building!"

Major Yokoyama pointed to the ruins of a seemingly sturdy four-story department store by the roadside and loudly ordered, "Defend using the building and locate the sniper."

Although the shopping mall was dilapidated, its frame was still intact, and the windows were dark, making it look like a good shelter.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers, as if granted a pardon, rushed into the mall entrance.

"Phew...we're safe now."

A Japanese soldier leaned against a pillar, panting heavily.

However, he soon smelled a strange odor.

It has a pungent, strong odor.

That's... the smell of gasoline?

He looked down and was horrified to find that the mall's first-floor lobby was filled with old cotton yarn, wooden furniture, and even several open oil drums.

Behind the railing on the second floor, several pairs of cold eyes were watching them.

That was Lin Feng's combat engineering company.

Welcome!

A combat engineer squad leader grinned, aiming his flamethrower at the ground floor.

Several fierce fire dragons spewed out.

"boom--!!!"

The fire erupted instantly, engulfing everything with astonishing speed.

The cotton yarn soaked in gasoline was the perfect ignition source, and the entire first floor of the mall instantly turned into a giant furnace.

"ah--!!!"

The piercing screams echoed through the sky, even more lively than firecrackers during the Lunar New Year.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers were instantly engulfed in flames, struggling, rolling, and howling in the inferno.

"Add some seasoning, give them some cumin!"

Several more engineers carrying gas tanks emerged from the shadows, their flamethrowers aimed at the fire-breathing figures trying to run upstairs or rush towards the door.

"call--"

Soon, those Japanese soldiers who were still struggling were completely turned into charred remains.

Then, the engineers leisurely stepped out of the north-facing window of the building, using the wooden planks as footholds, and retreated to the adjacent building, before pulling the planks away.

The building remained burning due to the chimney effect.

Major Yokoyama, standing on the street in the distance, watched helplessly as the department store turned into a giant torch, listening to the hellish screams emanating from within. He was completely dumbfounded.

This is hardly a war!

His men have all been turned into roast ducks in a sealed oven!

Meanwhile, at the distant observation post, Lin Feng put down his binoculars and chewed a piece of candy with a blank expression.

"This is nothing!"

"The best is yet to come."

-----

On the other side, the Bank of Communications building is located to the west of the Sihang Warehouse.

This is the flank support point of the entire defense system designed by Lin Feng, and also the weak point of the enemy's defense line in the eyes of the Japanese.

"Baka! Charge over there, go around them! The main force of the Chinese is in the warehouse, this place must be empty."

Another battalion commander of the Japanese Navy's Special Landing Force was waving his command sword, driving his sailors to surge towards this side like a tide.

The Japanese had already intercepted the intelligence that the 9th Army Group of Daxia had been ordered to withdraw from Zhabei.

In their view, the drab bank building was at most home to a few stragglers who were taking sniper shots.

However, they were wrong.

That's completely wrong.

The unit stationed here is Zhang Wenzhong's Second Regiment, plus two heavy machine gun companies, an anti-aircraft artillery platoon, and a mountain artillery platoon, which were specially reinforced by Lin Feng.

"Get close and fight, hold your ground."

Zhang Wenzhong was leaning over the second-floor window, his hand tightly gripping a pistol, his forehead covered in sweat.

Looking at the dense swarms of "blue ants" below, he felt a little apprehensive.

Until the Japanese soldiers reached the predetermined distance.

"beat!!!"

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

The terrifying gunshots, like tearing linen, suddenly rang out.

The MG42 general-purpose machine gun has proven its worth.

Three MG42s opened fire simultaneously, weaving an impenetrable web of death on the narrow street.

The Japanese sailors at the forefront were instantly "sawed" in half by this metallic storm.

Yes, it's a saw cut in the physical sense.

"What?!"

The Japanese soldiers behind them were terrified.

What kind of machine gun is this? How come I can't even hear the sound of it firing?

How fast must that rate of fire be?

Before they could even lie down and find cover...

"Knock knock knock knock—"

Behind the windows of the surrounding buildings, several Flak 30 20mm anti-aircraft guns were leveled and roared.

The so-called anti-aircraft gun firing horizontally possesses boundless power.

When a 20mm high-explosive shell hit a Japanese soldier in the street, it was either a near-death experience or a graze.

Two Vickers armored vehicles that the Japanese had brought up to cover their infantry advance were riddled with holes by several 20mm armor-piercing rounds as soon as they showed themselves. Then their fuel tanks exploded, turning into two huge bonfires that blocked the street.

"Smoke grenades! Quickly, fire smoke grenades!"

The Japanese commander roared fiercely.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several smoke grenades exploded on the street, and white smoke quickly filled the air, obscuring the defenders' vision.

"Oh ho? Trying to pull this on me?"

The M2HB heavy machine gun company commander upstairs sneered and patted the large "Lao Gan Ma" (a popular chili sauce brand) next to him:

"Brothers, no need to aim, just blind fire into the smoke and dump these boxes of ammunition out of here."

"Da da da da da!"

The 12.7mm large-caliber bullet ignored the smoke and even the fragile brick walls on both sides of the street, passing directly through them.

From within the smoke came the screams of the Japanese soldiers, one after another, like pigs being led to a slaughterhouse.

Some Japanese soldiers even tried to fire tear gas, but a gust of wind blew it back, causing their own men to cough and their eyes and noses to flow, making them unable to hold their guns properly, and then they were shot dead.

In a short period of time, the street was covered with a layer of blue corpses.

The Bank of Communications building, this seemingly easy bone to gnaw on, shattered the teeth of the Japanese soldiers.

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The main battlefield, north of the Sihang Warehouse.

After paying a considerable price, Major Yokoyama's main force finally stepped over the corpses of their own men and approached the north wall of the Sihang Warehouse.

Little did they know that Lin Feng had deliberately let them get close.

The Sihang Warehouse, a colossal structure standing on the banks of the Suzhou River, is a typical reinforced concrete frame building.

Its design was extremely unique, with huge windows and doorways on the south and east sides facing the concession to facilitate the entry and exit of goods; while the north side facing the Chinese territory was a solid red brick wall that was so thick it was almost despairing, originally without even a window gap.

This is a natural shield.

But things changed after Lin Feng moved in.

He had long ago ordered the engineering company to use steel shovels and sledgehammers to carve countless irregular firing holes into the thick brick walls on the floors above the second floor.

At this moment, these firing ports, dark and gaping, looked like eyes, coldly watching the Japanese soldiers at their feet.