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

However, having only machine guns is not enough.

Lin Feng turned his gaze to the largest firing port in the very center of the main bunker.

This location was originally designed to house heavy artillery.

However, although the entrance gate of the bunker had been blown open, it was still quite narrow and had a right-angle turn, making it impossible for ordinary towed artillery to be pushed in.

Generally speaking, for these large bunkers, the artillery is placed inside first, and then the roof is put on.

In an effort to save money, it's now completely empty.

"The door is too small? The cannon can't get in?"

Lin Feng stroked his chin, a sly grin typical of players who exploit bugs appearing on their faces.

"This can't possibly stump me?"

He walked to the open space behind the firing port and cleared the surrounding area of ​​people.

"System, redeem one [Basic Hans Equipment Heavy Anti-Aircraft Gun Squad]"

"Buzz—"

The air distorted.

A massive 88mm anti-aircraft gun, complete with a cross-shaped base and a shield, appeared out of nowhere inside the bunker!

The enormous cannon almost filled the entire space, and the long barrel extended out from the firing port as if it were custom-made.

Ten attached artillerymen appeared together beside the cannon.

The area next to it was filled with wooden crates containing ammunition, rangefinders, and other odds and ends.

As for the Sd.Kfz. 7 half-track tractor, it was stuck in the system space due to insufficient space.

"Perfect."

Lin Feng patted the cold cannon shield.

Now, the bunker is no longer just a turtle shell that can only be attacked.

It was transformed into a fixed turret with super armor protection.

The 88mm gun is protected by a one-meter-thick concrete wall.

At this distance, any Japanese tanks, armored vehicles, or even infantry guns and mountain guns would be instantly destroyed in its path.

The Japanese soldiers would never have imagined that such a deadly weapon was hidden in this seemingly ordinary bunker.

"Come on, you little devils."

Lin Feng looked at the end of the highway in the distance through the artillery scope.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..."

Faintly, the sound of a series of motorcycle engines drifted over on the wind.

That was the vanguard of the Japanese pursuing force.

"The guests have arrived, prepare to serve the food."

-----

On the muddy road east of Changshu.

A military unit carrying the Japanese flag is advancing rapidly along the highway.

Although the rain had stopped, the autumn wind was still biting.

This is the 1st Battalion of the 43rd Infantry Regiment under the 10th Brigade of the "Jin" Division of the 11th Division of the Japanese Army.

This unit was the vanguard of the entire 11th Division, and was attached to a cavalry squadron and a motorized reconnaissance squadron directly under the division.

As one of the first troops to land at Liuhe, they had pursued the enemy all the way from the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield and were in high spirits.

Major Yamashita, the battalion commander, rode a tall Japanese horse, looking quite content.

"Whoa—"

Major Yamashita reined in the horses and stopped in front of a dirt slope.

The chase was so intense that both the men and horses were exhausted.

He dismounted, patted the horse's neck with practiced ease, grabbed a handful of soybeans from the bag at his waist, and held them to the horse's mouth.

"Eat up, you'll have the energy to chase after the Chinese."

The warhorse chewed the soybeans obediently, making a crisp "crunch crunch" sound.

Major Yamashita fed the horses while raising his binoculars to observe the situation ahead.

In his eyes, this was not a war at all, but a relaxed and enjoyable armed parade, a hunt for defeated Chinese soldiers.

The Great Xia army they encountered along the way were either scattered soldiers who would collapse at the first touch, or militias who couldn't even pull back the bolts of their guns; they were utterly vulnerable.

"Commander, Chinese army positions have been spotted ahead!"

The scout next to him pointed to the gray-white concrete bunker in the distance and shouted.

Major Yamashita adjusted the focus.

In the footage, the bunker stands alone in the wilderness, without barbed wire or abatis around it, and even the trenches next to it are crooked and uneven, clearly indicating that it was hastily constructed.

What made him laugh even more was that outside the bunker, a group of Xia soldiers dressed in rags were throwing down their shovels and pickaxes and scrambling like startled rabbits into the woods behind them, abandoning their guns.

"Oh dear, it seems they've been terrified by the Imperial Army's power."

Major Yamashita sneered, brushed the bean curd scraps off his hand, remounted his horse, drew his command sword, and pointed it forward:

"The Chinese have collapsed; don't give them a chance to breathe."

He ordered the attached cavalry squadron and motorized reconnaissance squadron to launch a full-speed assault and capture the bunker.

"Noguchi Company, follow up and smash their lines! I want to have dinner in Changshu City."

"Hai!"

As soon as the order was given, the Japanese rapid column sprang into action.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

A dozen or so sidecar motorcycles and several trucks loaded with infantry roared their engines as they sped across the muddy wilderness.

The machine gunner in the back of the three-wheeled motorcycle, armed with a Type 11 light machine gun, charged toward the bunker with a roar.

On the flank, dozens of Japanese cavalrymen brandished their sabers, their hooves flying and kicking up clouds of mud, attempting to flank the fleeing soldiers.

1000 m.

800 m.

500 m.

The Japanese soldiers could even see the dark shadows through the firing ports of the large bunker.

"Onboard!"

The motorcyclist at the front roared excitedly, as if the glory was already within his grasp.

Just then.

Suddenly, a long, dazzling tongue of fire shot out from the firing port of a nearby bunker.

The small bunker was half-buried underground, covered with turf, with only the firing ports visible, and it faced directly towards the Japanese flank.

The Japanese soldiers' attention was focused on the large bunker in front, and no one noticed the inconspicuous little mound on the side.

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

The distinctive, terrifying gunshot, like tearing linen, instantly echoed across the wilderness, drowning out the roar of the motorcycles.

The MG42 general-purpose machine gun has a rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute.

Immediately afterwards, countless seemingly ordinary earthen bunkers and machine gun nests in the bushes around them also spewed fire.

A total of six MG42s, plus seven or eight MG34s, wove a dense crossfire network at the front line of the position.

The Japanese motorcycle that was at the very front was riddled with bullets, along with its rider.

The driver's head exploded like a watermelon, and the machine gunner in the truck bed was torn apart by a hail of bullets, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The out-of-control motorcycle overturned on its side, its rapidly spinning wheels still spun in the air, before being hit and thrown away by a truck that came rushing up from behind.

"Hissing sound—"

The cavalry on the flanks fared even worse.

In the face of modern automatic firearms, cavalry charges are a joke, a relic of the past.

A dense hail of bullets swept across the area, and the warhorses collapsed with mournful cries. The immense inertia threw the Japanese cavalrymen on their backs, sending them flying and crashing heavily into the mud. Before they could even get up, they were pinned to the ground by subsequent bullets.

Some warhorses had their legs broken and struggled painfully on the ground; some cavalrymen were broken in the waist, their intestines spilling out onto the ground, their screams shrill and piercing.

In just over ten seconds, the vanguard rapid column, which the Japanese 11th Division was so proud of, suffered a devastating blow.

The ground was littered with the wreckage of burning motorcycles and the bodies of men and horses.

"Baka! What kind of firepower is this?!"

Major Yamashita, standing behind, was startled. His face turned ashen, and his warhorse, startled by the gunshot, began to kick its hooves restlessly.

This was not the small group of defeated soldiers he had imagined.

This was clearly a premeditated ambush. With so many machine guns, there must be a division stationed here.

Moreover, the rate of fire of this machine gun is simply unheard of.

"Tanks! Get the tanks up there! Take out that machine gun emplacement!"

Major Yamashita roared in exasperation.

Four Type 94 ultralight tanks (bean tanks) that had been following behind, belching black smoke, slowly drove up.

Their thin armor, while unable to stop anti-tank guns, was still sufficient to withstand machine gun fire.