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

The Japanese officer, whose legs were broken and who was being dragged, fell into the mud and water, wincing in pain.

He raised his head, glaring angrily at Er Gouzi, his hand still fumbling for his gun at his waist, muttering something under his breath:

"Baka! You Chinese pig, die, die!"

Although Er Gouzi couldn't understand the Japanese language, he could tell from their expressions that they were cursing.

"Damn you!"

Er Gouzi sprayed a mouthful of thick Sichuan dialect, his eyes bulging wider than a Japanese soldier's:

"Still yelling at me at a time like this? What are you talking about, you little bastard?!"

He stepped on the Japanese officer's hand as he tried to draw his gun, and once again swung the blood-stained hoe high into the air.

"Bang!"

a bit!

The Japanese officer's head visibly deflated.

"Bang!"

Two!

The Japanese officer's head was split open.

"Bang!"

Three times!

Er Gouzi only stopped when the Japanese officer was completely still, his head turned into a rotten watermelon.

He gasped for breath, wiping the blood from his face—it was the blood of the Japanese soldiers, still warm.

carefree!

He bent down, reached out and took the beautifully decorated military knife from the Japanese officer's waist, and weighed it in his hand.

Er Gouzi grinned, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow from years of smoking, his smile incredibly radiant.

"hey-hey……"

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The Japanese infantry battalion in front had been ravaged by artillery fire and then counter-charged by Li Dadao and his men, and was already in complete disarray.

Meanwhile, the Japanese troops who had thought they were in a safe zone were now facing their doom.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

On the muddy road, a BMW R75 heavy motorcycle painted in tricolor camouflage, like a roaring wild boar, sped into the chaotic formation of the Japanese soldiers.

Inside the truck bed, a machine gunner wearing an M35 helmet and windproof goggles gripped the trigger of an MG42 general-purpose machine gun tightly.

"laugh------"

The chilling sound of the "cloth shredder" echoed across the wilderness once again.

The dense barrage of 7.92mm bullets swept across the road like a giant scythe.

Many Japanese soldiers didn't even have time to turn around before they were swept down in the middle and fell into the mud in rows.

Immediately afterwards, the earth trembled.

38(t) light tanks, Panzer III medium tanks, and wheeled armored vehicles, lined up in a wide attack fan, crushing bushes and corpses as they thundered forward.

"Boom! Boom!"

The tank's main gun was equipped with high-explosive shells, and it fired a shot at the area where the Japanese troops were concentrated.

The coaxial machine guns continued relentlessly, reaping lives with frenzied abandon.

This motorized assault, with its distinctly Hansin flavor, displayed a unique violent aesthetic in this ancient water town of Jiangnan.

The Japanese were completely unable to organize any effective defense.

Their command structure has collapsed, they've lost all their heavy weapons, and even their morale has broken down.

"Retreat! Retreat to the riverbank!"

The remaining 200-plus Japanese soldiers, led by several officers, fought and retreated until they were finally forced to a desolate riverbank.

Ahead lay the mighty Yangtze River flowing eastward, its turbid waves surging into the sky; behind them, a torrent of steel and the bloodthirsty soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty.

A dead end.

As the tank's gun barrel approached and they heard the sound of its tracks crushing bones, the Japanese soldiers were filled with despair.

"Black Card Incident! Banzai!"

A Japanese lieutenant had disheveled hair and his face was covered in blood.

He shouted, deftly removed the bolt from his Type 38 rifle, threw it forcefully into the river, closed his eyes, and leaped into the icy water.

"Thump! Thump!"

The remaining Japanese soldiers followed suit.

Some clung to stones, others tied their hands together, and like dumplings being poured into a pot, they jumped into the river one after another.

Some of them tried to swim across the Yangtze River to escape, while others simply chose to commit suicide rather than become prisoners.

However, the Yangtze River is not the gentle stream found in villages south of the Yangtze River.

It was early winter, and the river water was icy cold, its current so swift it resembled a galloping yellow dragon.

Most of these Japanese soldiers wore heavy woolen overcoats, heavy leather boots, and steel helmets.

The moment I jumped in, my cotton-padded coat soaked up all the water and instantly felt as heavy as if I were carrying a lead weight.

"Gurgle..."

They struggled in the water for a while, but couldn't even make a decent splash before sinking to the bottom one by one.

Several helmets floated on the murky river for a while before being swallowed by the whirlpool.

More than 200 people were turned into fish and shrimp feed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Feng sat in an Sd.Kfz.223 command armored vehicle, leaning half his body out and looking through binoculars at the disappearing whirlpools on the river surface, coldly exhaling a puff of white smoke.

"You guys got off easy."

If we catch them alive, we'll waste food and have to guard against them rioting. Feeding them like this is easier and more environmentally friendly.

"Send the order to clean up the battlefield, quickly."

"If the Japanese soldiers didn't throw their rifle bolts far enough, retrieve them all for me."

……

The smoke of battle gradually dissipated.

The defeated soldiers who had been forcibly incorporated were now being held by the engineering company, desperately digging fortifications around the bunker with the shovels and picks they had just been issued.

Seeing those once arrogant Japanese soldiers now floating corpses in the river, these defeated soldiers became even more energetic in their work.

Standing on the high ground, Lin Feng looked at the bustling battlefield and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

"You've grown up."

He pondered silently.

When he first arrived in Shanghai, he fought a small, understaffed regiment in Qibao Town. It was actually a large battalion. He had to send out his entire army and take advantage of the terrain to launch a surprise attack. It took a lot of effort to take it down.

And now?

Facing a reinforced battalion of Japanese soldiers, with over 1400 elite troops, he didn't even need to deploy his main regiment. He only needed to send out the 4th Regiment, which had average combat strength, along with its artillery and armored units, to wipe them out in one fell swoop, and with an overwhelming victory.

The troops have made great progress in firepower density, armored assault capabilities, and coordination among various branches of the armed forces.

"We still need to fight to sustain ourselves."

Lin Feng made up his mind to continue holding this defensive line.

On the one hand, the terrain here is good, with ready-made bunkers, which can continuously kill Japanese soldiers and earn merit points; on the other hand, Changshu is the only way to retreat, and a large number of defeated soldiers will pass through one after another.

"Jade Book!"

"Here!" Zhao Yushu ran over; the kid now had a bit more of a soldier's air about him.

"Take a battalion from the 1st Regiment and set up a checkpoint at the highway intersection." Lin Feng pointed to the east. "Stop any fleeing soldiers, regardless of their unit, and forcibly incorporate them into your ranks."

Tell them, those who want to live can come, those who want to desert will be shot on the spot!

"yes!"

Just then, a burst of laughter came from afar.

"Passenger car! Passenger car! We're rich!"

Li Dadao, carrying the still-dripping blood-stained ghost-headed broadsword, came running over like a bandit who had robbed a landlord, his face trembling with menacing fat.

"These Japanese devils are really fat. Our attack was too fierce this time, and they didn't have time to destroy a lot of their stuff."

He counted on his fingers as he reported:

"More than 40 well-preserved Japanese warhorses were captured."

Those plump and strong ones are a delight to look at.

There are also over 60 packhorses and over 100 donkeys for hauling goods!

"Countless supplies and firearms, including three or four hundred Type 38 rifles alone!"

"Most importantly... we also captured three Type 3 infantry guns, more than twenty grenade launchers, and several boxes of shells."

Although the Japanese soldiers had a habit of destroying their weapons before being wiped out, the armored assault by the 1st Honor Brigade this time was too fast and too fierce. Many Japanese soldiers were riddled with machine gun bullets before they even had time to pull the pin on their grenades and detonate. Naturally, their weapons were left intact.