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

"The bridge's about to be blown up, what are you still doing here?! Come with me!"

Zhao Yushu was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes.

He was really worried; this was his own cousin, by blood.

Lin Feng looked at his cousin, who was a few years younger than him, and with a forceful effort, shook off his hand.

He turned his head and looked at the still crowded and terrified crowd at the bridgehead.

I watched the mothers crying while holding their children, and the men carrying elderly people on their backs, staggering along.

Suddenly, images from his past life flashed through Lin Feng's mind.

At that time, he was sitting in a spacious and bright classroom, opening his history textbook, and reading about those countless humiliating moments.

Isn't that the boy who was gritting his teeth and crying his eyes out?

Now, he has guns, cannons, and Tiger tanks.

Must we continue as before, only able to watch and feel powerless anger?

"Jade Book".

Lin Feng's voice was soft, yet heavy:

"How can a man betray the person he was when he was young?"

"What?" Zhao Yushu was stunned.

Lin Feng pointed to the crowd in the distance, his eyes becoming both incredibly gentle and incredibly firm:

"Look at them. Are they refugees? Are they defeated soldiers?"

"No, they are people of Great Xia. Just like you and me, they are all people of Great Xia, do you understand?!"

"I have tanks and artillery. If I leave now, leaving them to the Japanese? Can I? Huh? Can I?!"

"Then I'll never be able to sleep for the rest of my life!"

Lin Feng suddenly shoved Zhao Yushu:

"Get lost, go to the bridge and keep watch. I'll cross the river after the last person has crossed."

Zhao Yushu was pushed and stumbled, staring blankly at Lin Feng.

At that moment, his cousin, his army commander, suddenly appeared incredibly tall.

"Cousin...you..."

"Get out!" Lin Feng roared.

Zhao Yushu gritted his teeth, mounted his horse, and rode back while wiping away tears: "If you don't come back, I'll erect a tombstone for you and write 'The Tomb of Lin Feng, the Big Fool'!"

Just then, the long-lost mechanical voice suddenly rang in Lin Feng's mind.

[Ding, strong emotional fluctuations detected in the host]

Hmm? Another quest has finally been triggered?

[Emergency Mission Triggered: Protect Xie Family Bridge]

[Mission Description: The Japanese 16th Division's rapid deployment column is about to arrive. The host must hold the Xiejiaqiao defense line for 12 hours and cover the refugees crossing the river.]

[Victory Conditions: All refugees successfully cross the river, or the Xiejia Bridgehead remains under the host's control after 12 hours.]

[Task Reward: 1200 Exchange Points]

"1200 points? Not bad, this deal is worthwhile."

Lin Feng grinned, climbed into the armored command vehicle, put on his headset, and, with his hand on the cold hatch, fell into deep thought.

It seems that these system tasks always appear when he is in a state of extreme emotional fluctuation.

If you can figure out the pattern, you might be able to take advantage of the system and trigger more tasks.

Before I could think any further, in the distance, rows of glaring Japanese flags appeared on the horizon.

"Attention all train crews."

Lin Feng's voice came through the radio, slightly hoarse from excitement.

It was as if a hungry beast had finally caught the scent of its prey, every syllable leaping with impatient restlessness.

"The Japanese devils are coming!"

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"Buzzing—"

A Japanese Type 97 reconnaissance aircraft hovered high in the sky like an annoying fly.

"Moshi moshi, this is Direct Reconnaissance Unit 3."

There were only a few enemy tanks at the bridgehead, and a large number of refugees behind them. The Chinese had to run, and repeat, the Chinese had to run!

On the ground, Major Mizuki, the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 5th Tank Regiment of the Japanese Army, heard the report on the radio and his face showed an expression of ecstasy.

"Yoshi, Goddess Amaterasu bless you!"

He abruptly pushed open the hatch of the command vehicle, leaned halfway out, waved signal flags, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Full speed ahead! Charge! Crush the Chinese tanks!"

Behind him, more than thirty Type 89 medium tanks and Type 95 light tanks, painted in tan camouflage, spewed black smoke and kicked up mud with their tracks.

They charged at us like a pack of wild boars in heat, howling and roaring.

Although the large and intimidating tank in the distance looked strange, Major Mizuki believed that the Imperial Army had an overwhelming numerical advantage in tanks, and that victory was assured as long as they charged forward.

However, reality soon gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Just as the vanguard of the Japanese troops had rushed to a position about 1500 meters away from the enemy's small hill,

"boom!"

On the distant high ground, a massive camouflage armored vehicle spewed a burst of fire from its cannon.

Almost at the same instant, the Type 95 light tank at the very front was kicked hard by a giant.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the small tank, weighing only 6 tons, was overturned by its own momentum. The turret rolled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

"What?! That shooting distance must be at least 1500 meters?! A first-round hit against a moving target?!"

"Really?!"

Major Mizuki's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

At this distance, the Imperial Army's tank cannons had difficulty even aiming, yet the enemy was able to hit their target with a single shot.

Before he could react...

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The unidentified tank fired in quick succession at intervals of a few seconds, followed by several cannon shots.

Two Type 89 medium tanks, attempting to accelerate their charge, were destroyed one after another when they were still 1200 meters away from the enemy.

One of the vehicles even suffered a horrific secondary explosion, with a pillar of fire shooting into the sky.

"Counterattack! Counterattack now!" Major Mizuki roared.

At that moment, the Japanese tanks stopped or opened fire while moving.

The Type 89's 57mm short-barreled gun and the Type 95's 37mm rapid-fire gun fired desperately.

Major Mizuki held up his binoculars, staring intently at the other side.

He clearly saw that a 57mm shell accurately hit the frontal armor of the giant tank.

however--

"call out--"

The shell was like a billiard ball hitting a steel plate; it bounced directly into the sky and disappeared as a shooting star.

There wasn't even a dent left on the armor of that tank!

"Baka... How is this possible?!"

Major Mizuki felt a chill run through his body.

It can't be penetrated, it's simply impossible to penetrate!

Moreover, the opponent's range and accuracy are simply cheating!

One squad of five tanks in the vanguard was targeted and destroyed before the nearest tank had even reached a distance of 1 kilometer.

If he continues to charge like a pig, his entire army will be wiped out before they even get close.

"Cease the attack, everyone retreat, withdraw 2000 meters."

Major Mizuki, though arrogant, was not stupid. He immediately waved his command flag and ordered the loss to be stopped.

The Japanese tanks scrambled to reverse and retreat to a safe distance.

Major Mizuki wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes turning sinister.

With his mind set on attacking again and again, he quickly came up with a plan.