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

The clouds parted, and three Japanese carrier-based fighter planes painted with the Japanese flag emerged.

Like vultures searching for carrion, they lowered their noses, preparing to "practice shooting" on the congested highway.

"Prepare for air defense!"

Lin Feng's voice came through the radio.

In the convoy, several oddly shaped Opel Lightning trucks suddenly came to a stop.

They were the work of Sun Ziqiang, the company commander of the maintenance company.

To meet the mobile air defense needs during the retreat, he and his men welded the 20mm single-barreled anti-aircraft gun that Lin Feng had redeemed from the system directly into the back of the truck.

This combination of a pickup truck and an anti-aircraft gun is full of the wild beauty of the Middle Eastern battlefields of later generations.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

Just as the Japanese plane entered its dive route, before it could even pull the trigger, several tongues of fire erupted from the ground.

Besides those few modified trucks, gun mounts were also welded onto the roofs of the cabs of the other trucks in the convoy, supporting M2HB "Lao Gan Ma" heavy machine guns.

A dense barrage of tracer rounds crisscrossed the air, forming a fiery net that splattered directly onto the lead Japanese plane.

"boom!"

The unfortunate Japanese plane couldn't even manage to dodge; it was shot down in mid-air and turned into a fireball, crashing into a distant rice paddy.

The remaining two Japanese planes were terrified. They could only bully the retreating soldiers who could only fight back with rifles, but they had never seen such tough guys who mounted anti-aircraft guns on vehicles.

They immediately pulled up the nose of the plane, disappeared into the clouds, and fled.

However, there was no cheering from the ground.

The surrounding defeated soldiers and refugees stared blankly at the burning wreckage, their eyes vacant.

They were numb; too many deaths had robbed them of the strength to cheer. They simply lowered their heads silently and continued to move their legs through the mud.

As long as it didn't blow up on your head, you're incredibly lucky.

Lin Feng felt a weight pressing on his heart as he watched this scene.

He put down his binoculars: "Let's keep going, sigh."

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Soon after.

The convoy had to stop again.

Ahead lies Xiejia Bridge.

This is a steel bridge spanning the Qingshui River, which is several meters wide and flows from north to south with rapid currents. It is a vital passage to Jiangyin.

From a distance.

On the bridge, a wrecked truck was still sitting there, emitting black smoke, almost completely blocking the already narrow bridge surface, leaving only gaps on both sides barely wide enough for one person to pass through.

Countless people crowded at the bridgehead, their cries and curses filling the air.

"Let me through, I don't want to die."

"Why are you pushing? You're trampling people to death."

A major brandishing a pistol attempted to force his way through with a few trusted men, but was pushed and swayed by the frenzied crowd.

Some people even screamed as they fell into the icy river during the shoving and were instantly swept away.

Behind them, dust was already rising high on the horizon.

Those were the Japanese pursuers.

According to the reconnaissance unit's report, a rapid column of the Japanese 16th Division, consisting of infantry and cavalry transported by armored vehicles and trucks, had bypassed the main position at Changshu and was attacking like mad dogs.

Gunshots could already be faintly heard.

"It's over... the Japanese are coming!"

"Run!"

The crowd panicked further, and order at the bridgehead completely collapsed.

Some people even considered jumping into the river to swim across, but jumping into the rapids in this weather is practically suicide.

Lin Feng sat in the command vehicle, watching the chaotic scene before him, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

If no one had stopped the Japanese, these tens of thousands of refugees and routed soldiers would have been trapped in this river bend and become lambs to the slaughter by the Japanese.

This place will become a huge slaughterhouse.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all his distracting thoughts had settled like dust, leaving only clarity in his eyes.

"What exactly happened up ahead? Why did the flow of people stop?"

"Reporting to the brigade commander, the bridge is blocked. It's a friendly ammunition transport vehicle with a broken axle, and nobody dares to push it."

"Nobody's pushing?" Lin Feng sneered. "Then help them push."

"Maintenance company, drive the half-track repair truck up there."

Lin Feng picked up the microphone and, without hesitation, ordered, "Forget about the supplies, just push that wrecked vehicle into the river."

"yes!"

Sun Ziqiang personally drove the Sd.Kfz.7 half-track vehicle, rumbling all the way to the bridgehead.

This mechanical monster with powerful torque held the rear of the wrecked truck in place, its engine roaring and its tracks kicking up plumes of smoke.

"rise!"

"Clang—Thump!"

The truck that had blocked the life-saving passage was flipped over the bridge railing like a toy and crashed heavily into the river, splashing up a huge spray of water.

The bridge was cleared instantly.

"2nd Infantry Regiment, send a battalion up to maintain order."

The armored command vehicle pushed its way to the front, and Lin Feng leaned out, pulled out the submachine gun hanging inside, and fired a burst into the air:

"Listen up, all of you! Don't push! The elderly, women, and children go first. Anyone who dares to cut in line, I'll kill him!"

The officers and soldiers of the 1st Honor Brigade around them also shouted in unison.

"The elderly, women, and children go first. Anyone who dares to cut in line will be shot!"

The situation was quickly brought under control.

The chaotic crowd, seeing the heavily armed and menacing soldiers, finally quieted down a bit and began to pass quickly under guidance.

At this time, Lin Feng's main forces, the Provisional 50th Division and the Provisional 51st Division, as well as the 1st Regiment of the Honorary Brigade, had already crossed the river upstream in batches a few days earlier.

Now, he is accompanied only by the logistics battalion, the 2nd infantry regiment, and the armored battalion.

He himself stayed behind specifically to cover the rear.

If you encounter anything that's difficult to transport, just take it directly from the system space.

After a brief analysis of the situation, Lin Feng quickly gave the order:

"Logistics battalion, with the supply convoy, cross the river at full speed."

"Sappers, immediately deploy the inflatable assault boats and build two pontoon bridges downstream to divert the crowd."

"At the same time, explosives were placed on the bridge piers in preparation for the bridge to collapse."

As the flow of people began to accelerate, he turned around and looked in the direction where dust was rising behind him.

Holding the wireless telephone receiver, Lin Feng resolutely said, "Armored Battalion, follow me."

After saying that, he crouched down and got into the command armored vehicle: "Let's go in the opposite direction and buy some time for the people."

The armored convoy traveled upstream and arrived at a small hill about one kilometer from the bridgehead.

The view from this vantage point is expansive and commanding, making it ideal for blocking the road leading to Xiejiaqiao.

In the distance, the Japanese were already very close; Lin Feng raised his binoculars and could even see the waving Japanese flags.

At this moment, there were not many civilians left around, and the situation was urgent, so Lin Feng naturally stopped hiding his intentions.

A thought arose.

"Buzz—"

The air is distorted.

A massive steel behemoth painted in tricolor camouflage appeared out of thin air and crashed heavily onto the road, its heavy, wide tracks instantly crushing the stones on the ground.

Heavy tank No. VI, Tiger E type, vehicle number 231.

Beside it, four Panzer III L medium tanks and several 38(t) tanks and 222 armored vehicles were arranged in a fan shape, forming an iron defense line.

The 88mm muzzle stands tall, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Da da da—"

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from behind.

Zhao Yushu, riding a fast horse and sweating profusely, rushed up, pulled on the reins, jumped off the horse, and grabbed Lin Feng's sleeve:

"Cousin! Are you crazy?! The main force of the Japanese army is definitely following behind, and they might arrive in a little while."