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

The Japanese tank soldiers confidently turned the turrets, ready to use 37mm cannons or machine guns to "call out" those small bunkers.

However, what they didn't know was that deep within that main fortress, a colossal creature had been waiting for a long time.

Lin Feng was inside the main fortress at that moment, setting up the artillery scope.

When he saw those toy-like bean-shaped vehicles appear at the top of the hill, he smiled cruelly.

"Such a small target, what a waste of my cannonballs."

"Load high-explosive shells, fire!"

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar shook the earth, causing dust to fall from the top of the bunker.

The 88mm high-explosive round, carrying devastating kinetic energy, instantly traversed a distance of nearly one kilometer.

The first bean tank didn't even have time to fire before the shell hit its turret squarely.

No ricochets, no penetration.

It's direct disintegration!

The immense explosive force shattered the small tank, weighing less than 4 tons, into countless parts.

The turret flew into the air, and the vehicle body twisted and deformed like a crushed soda can.

Immediately afterwards, a second shell roared out.

The second bean-shaped tank was about to reverse when it was overturned by the blast wave and then exploded into a fireball by the exploding ammunition.

"What?!"

The binoculars in Major Yamashita's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He was completely stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"What kind of cannon is that?!"

"A heavy cannon?! How could there be a heavy cannon in a bunker?!"

Didn't the intelligence say that the Chinese army only had a few pitiful mountain guns and those imported 37mm anti-tank guns?

This is like cramming coastal defense artillery into a ground fortress.

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"The Japanese soldiers were stunned."

Lin Feng put down his binoculars, walked out of the bunker, and climbed into the command armored vehicle parked behind him.

He estimated that the Japanese soldiers were probably assembling their troops, preparing for an infantry charge, or calling for artillery support from the rear.

"Too bad, I won't give you that chance."

Lin Feng grabbed the radio and gave the order directly:

"Armored battalion, don't show yourselves! Flank from the south, outflank the Japanese from the rear, and encircle them!"

"Artillery regiment, set the firing parameters for each gun position and calculate them all for me."

Once the armored units are in place, I'll fire a signal flare and reveal all our strength—bomb them!

"yes!"

Time passed second by second.

The Japanese infantry finally regrouped and, under the command of Major Yamashita, charged forward with bayonets in hand and shouting wildly.

Just then, a flock of birds in the woods to the south took flight in fright.

"Ready! Fire!"

Lin Feng gave the order.

The artillery, which had been eagerly awaiting its turn to fire, roared in unison.

"Thump thump thump!"

Twelve 120mm heavy mortars fired first, their muffled firing sounds echoing throughout the room.

"Boom boom boom!"

紧接着是12门75mm山炮和那两门刚捡来的「莱茵金属」150mm重型榴弹炮还有之前缴获的快二十门鬼子75mm和105mm榴弹炮。

The scariest thing is—

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

A chilling shriek rang out; it was the salvo of 12 150mm Type 41 rocket launchers!

The Hans soldiers were absolutely right in giving him the nickname "the donkey," for every rocket fired produced an unpleasant whistling sound.

In an instant, the assembly point and the route of the Japanese battalion's charge were covered by countless explosions.

When a 150mm heavy artillery shell fell, the earth trembled, and each shell created a huge crater.

The rocket landed with a long trail of flame, instantly turning a large area into a sea of ​​fire.

"ah--!!!"

The Japanese infantrymen were blown up, crying out in pain as limbs flew everywhere.

Their proud Bushido spirit proved as fragile as paper in the face of overwhelming firepower.

Before the surviving Japanese soldiers could recover from the shock of the shelling, the ground began to tremble more violently and rhythmically.

"Boom!"

Major Yamashita was shocked to discover that a torrent of steel was rushing out from behind him.

Leading the way were four Panzer III Ausf. L medium tanks painted in tricolor camouflage, their 50mm long-barreled guns looking imposing.

Following behind were eight 38(t) light tanks and more than a dozen wheeled armored vehicles.

Among them were several oddly shaped "Bison" self-propelled guns equipped with huge cannons, which would stop from time to time and fire a shot that sent the Japanese's makeshift machine gun positions flying into the air.

Compared to Major Yamashita's armored assault, which consisted only of cavalry, trucks, motorcycles, and bean-shaped tanks, this was a true steel torrent.

In front, there was a barrage of machine gun fire from sturdy bunkers; behind, a torrent of steel cut off their retreat; and overhead, heavy artillery bombarded the ground.

The reinforced Japanese battalion of over 1400 men was instantly plunged into a desperate situation.

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"Brothers! Did you see that? The Japanese are stunned by the bomb!"

Facing them, Li Dadao, shirtless and carrying his iconic ghost-head broadsword, kicked aside the sandbags in front of the trench and charged out first.

"Charge with me! Let's chop off some Japanese heads and exchange them for wine!"

"kill!!!"

More than a thousand officers and soldiers of the 4th Regiment, with bayonets fixed to their rifles, launched a counter-charge with howling shouts.

This momentum instantly infected the fleeing soldiers who were still watching and trembling.

They fled all the way from Shanghai to here, chased by the Japanese like ducks the whole way. They were filled with frustration and fear!

But now, seeing those usually fierce Japanese soldiers being blown to pieces by this elite Central Army force that appeared out of nowhere, the extinguished fire in their hearts suddenly reignited.

"Damn it! I'll risk it!"

"Avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Long live the Great Xia! Kill the Japanese devils!"

Countless defeated soldiers crawled out of the mud pits with red eyes.

Those with guns held them, while those without grabbed entrenching tools, shovels, and even picks of fortification tools. Shouting, they followed the 4th Regiment and launched a desperate charge against the Japanese.

A corner of the battlefield.

A soldier, his face covered in mud and his head wrapped in dirty bandages, was wielding a rusty hoe and running wildly through the mud.

His name was Er Gouzi, from the 715th Regiment of the Sichuan Army. All his brothers were dead, and he was the only one left.

They were chased by the Japanese devils like stray dogs, and didn't even get a hot meal.

At that moment, he saw a short Japanese infantryman running back with his buttocks sticking out.

The Japanese soldier was gripping the long Type 38 rifle with his left hand and holding onto the collar of a Japanese officer whose legs had been blown off by artillery fire with his right hand. He was dragging the man along through the mud, wishing his parents could give him two more legs.

"Run? Where do you think you're going! Stop right there!"

Er Gouzi roared and, with lightning speed, caught up with the enemy in just a few steps.

"Go to hell."

He mustered all his strength, swung the heavy hoe weighing over ten kilograms, and smashed it down on the back of the Japanese soldier who was dragging people.

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

The pickaxe embedded itself deeply into the Japanese soldier's back. The soldier didn't even utter a sound before being knocked to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood and foam, and then lay motionless.