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

On the rooftop of the building, Lin Feng suddenly shivered, and for no apparent reason, he felt a pang of heart palpitation.

Almost simultaneously, the red light on the walkie-talkie came on.

He grabbed the receiver.

"Brigadier, this is the No. 3 outpost at the front." The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent. "Something's wrong. The Japanese infantry and tanks at the front are retreating, withdrawing very quickly, abandoning even the wounded and some equipment, as if they're... running for their lives."

Lin Feng's heart sank.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

There can only be one situation that could make the bloodthirsty Japanese soldiers disregard casualties and retreat in haste.

They're about to unleash a powerful attack, one that indiscriminately targets both friend and foe.

"Heavy artillery..." Lin Feng uttered two words, his eyes narrowing.

No matter how powerful the Tiger tank was, or how thick its frontal armor was, it could never withstand a direct hit from a large-caliber heavy artillery piece.

Not to mention its relatively poor mobility, making it difficult to quickly escape artillery fire in narrow streets filled with ruins.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Feng immediately started running downstairs.

"Quick, get out of the car, I need to finish up."

He quickly rushed to Tiger tank number 231 and waved his hand.

"Buzz—"

The massive Tiger tank vanished into thin air in an instant, being stored in the system space.

Only the No. 231 train crew, which had been abandoned in an emergency, remained in place.

"You crews, quick, abandon your vehicles and run back!"

Following that, Lin Feng repeated the process, taking in all the armored vehicles that were positioned at the front.

After collecting the tanks using the system space, Lin Feng didn't dare to delay. He immediately led his crew and guards, using the surrounding buildings as cover, and began to run frantically to the rear.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Shortly afterward, a devastating explosion occurred.

150mm and 240mm high-explosive shells fell, engulfing the entire street in explosions.

The bricks and stones turned to dust, and the earth was torn apart.

Many buildings could not withstand the continuous bombardment and eventually collapsed.

Those Japanese infantrymen who hadn't had time to retreat, along with the wreckage of their tanks, were all blown into the air.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

Fujita Susumu, holding up his binoculars, looked at the neighborhood that had become like the surface of the moon, a sinister smile spreading across his face:

"Hahaha! It's blown to bits! That monster tank must be completely destroyed!"

Little did he know that the Tiger tank that had given his men "tiger phobia" was now lying quietly in Lin Feng's system space, without even a scrap of paint on it.

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"Order the infantry regiment to immediately attack after extending the artillery bombardment! Sweep away the remaining resistance in one fell swoop and advance to the foot of the Sihang Warehouse!"

When the shelling ended, Fujita Susumu waved his hand and gave the order, full of vigor.

However, when the Japanese infantrymen trudged through the scorching hot earth and entered the death zone that had been ravaged by heavy artillery fire once again, the remnant resistance they had anticipated did not materialize.

Apart from the dozens of bodies of their own soldiers who were accidentally killed by their own heavy artillery fire and had not had time to evacuate, they found no wreckage of the heavy tank or any other Great Xia armored vehicles.

There wasn't even a large piece of metal.

There were only shell craters, endless, still-smoking shell craters, their own corpses, and damaged tanks.

"What about that overweight tank?... What about the wreckage?"

The Japanese battalion commander leading the team stood on the edge of a huge bomb crater, looking around blankly.

A wounded soldier who had miraculously survived but was bleeding from all seven orifices from the shockwave was dragged over by the soldiers.

He was already somewhat delirious, pointing haphazardly at the spot where Tiger had disappeared, repeating incoherently, "Gone...whoosh...gone...ghost...there's a ghost..."

No one believed his nonsense; they just thought he had been driven mad by the shelling.

But the facts are right in front of the Japanese devils.

That terrifying steel monster vanished.

The car was never seen when he was alive, nor his remains when he died.

A chill, deeper and more eerie than the feeling of facing a tank cannon, crept into the hearts of these Japanese soldiers.

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By using unconventional operations such as system space storage, and by employing tactics of using the complex terrain of the ruins to fight back step by step and constantly trading space for time over the next two days, Lin Feng managed to slow down the advance of the Japanese army's overwhelming troop strength and firepower by several times.

Two days later, in the afternoon.

After suffering extremely heavy casualties and repeatedly bombarding almost every possible fortified area in front of the Sihang Warehouse with heavy artillery, the vanguard of the Japanese 3rd and 9th Divisions finally staggered and approached the main building of the Sihang Warehouse.

Looking up, this six-story reinforced concrete building resembles an insurmountable mountain.

The walls are riddled with bullet holes and black marks left by artillery fire, but the main structure remains intact.

Behind every firing port, it seemed, lurked a gaze of hatred.

For the Japanese, the real test is only just beginning.

Next, the Sihang Warehouse turned into a meat grinder running at full speed.

Lin Feng deployed his troops in tiers.

The most elite and best-equipped system soldiers and recruited veterans guarded the first and second floors of the most critical Sihang Warehouse and several surrounding buildings.

The remaining defeated soldiers, local troops, and police forces, after a brief period of reorganization and arming, were responsible for the defense of the third to sixth floors and served as reserves.

The interior of the warehouse has been transformed into a three-dimensional defensive fortress.

The stairwell was reinforced with sandbags and reinforced concrete to form a machine gun bunker, and key passageways were equipped with booby traps and barbed wire.

Each outward-facing window on the east and west sides became a firing port, with at least one MG34 or MG42 general-purpose machine gun positioned behind it, supplemented by two or three riflemen and a large number of grenades.

The rooftop platform became a playground for mortars and heavy machine guns, with various mortars, heavy machine guns, and anti-aircraft guns forming a deadly network of indirect and direct fire.

The formal battle for Sihang Warehouse has begun.

Undeterred by the odds, the Japanese army first attempted an infantry assault.

Under the cover of light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers, squads of Japanese soldiers, shouting "Banzai!", rushed towards the bottom floor of the warehouse from all directions.

They were met with a crossfire from countless firing ports, as well as mortar shells and heavy machine gun bullets raining down from the rooftop.

The bodies quickly piled up at the base of the warehouse wall.

Then the Japanese brought in more Type 92 infantry guns and mountain guns to fire directly at the enemy positions in an attempt to destroy them.

However, the warehouse's concrete exterior walls were exceptionally sturdy, and their effectiveness was limited unless the firing ports were directly hit.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's snipers, machine gunners, and artillery were specifically targeting the Japanese artillerymen and machine gunners.

The battle raged from day to night, and from night to dawn.

The waves of Japanese attacks crashed against the warehouse's sturdy walls and blazing fire, shattering them into pieces time and again.

The narrow contact area limited the Japanese troops' numerical advantage, while the defenders' ample ammunition reserves and three-dimensional firepower configuration maximized the defenders' geographical advantage.

Lin Feng moved through the warehouse floors, constantly adjusting his deployment, replenishing his supplies with ammunition redeemed through the system, and treating the wounded with the medicine he had redeemed.

The system's merit point notification sounded in my mind almost every few seconds.

[Kill 1 Japanese Army Sergeant, Merit +10]

Destroy one Japanese Type 1 medium tank, earn +60 merit points.

[Kill 1 Japanese Army Captain, Merit +50]

As night fell again, the day's fierce battle came to a temporary end.

Exhausted soldiers rested against the wall, while medics busily treated the wounded.

The cooks brought up steaming hot food.

Because of the excessive amount of supplies stored in the warehouse, every soldier, whether officer or soldier, was given six ounces of canned meat, and boiled vegetables and white rice were provided in abundance.

Back in the command post on the sixth floor, Lin Feng, who had been busy all along, finally took the preliminary battle damage statistics handed to him by Zhao Yushu.