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

East of Jiangyin, a landlord's mansion in a village had been seized by the Japanese and turned into the temporary headquarters of the 16th Division.

The Kyoto Division exuded a brutal and arrogant atmosphere from top to bottom.

Division Commander Lieutenant General Nakajima Kesago was sitting in a grand chair, toying with a Song Dynasty porcelain bowl that he had stolen from this family, his eyes filled with malice.

"Baka!"

Suddenly, he smashed the porcelain bowl on the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?!"

Nakajima Kesago pointed at the group of staff officers in front of him, spitting as he spoke, veins bulging on his neck:

"The 33rd Regiment, that's the elite of my division. The attack has only just begun, and a whole battalion is already crippled? The main force of the regiment has been forced to retreat."

"Hasn't the Northeast Army in China already had its backbone broken? How dare they launch a counterattack?!"

He couldn't figure it out.

I really can't understand it.

Since landing at Baimaokou, the 16th Division has been advancing with unstoppable momentum.

On the pursuit from Shanghai to Jiangyin, any battalion or even a company under his command could chase after an entire Nationalist division.

Those Chinese troops were like a flock of frightened sheep, completely unable to organize effective resistance.

"How come a tiger suddenly jumped out of this flock of sheep when we arrived in Jiangyin?!"

Nakajima was so angry that his beard was trembling.

First, the vanguard of his 30th Brigade and its attached tank units encountered the so-called "ominous incident" at Xiejiaqiao, suffering heavy losses.

Now it was the 33rd Regiment's turn to launch the main attack, and they thought they could take the enemy's position in one fell swoop.

The fight was going well when suddenly a "Cheng Yaojin" (a legendary swordsman) appeared from the flank and hacked him in the mouth with a few axe blows, leaving him with blood all over his mouth.

"Commander..."

A staff officer, his face ashen, whispered, "It's assigned to our Independent Tank Regiment 3... it..."

"What happened to the tank regiment?" Nakajima Kesago's heart skipped a beat.

"Apart from the dozen or so tanks that were sent for repair due to malfunctions, almost all the other tanks were wiped out in the battle just now."

Now, the entire regiment is left with only the two spare Type 89 medium tanks at the regimental headquarters.

"What?!"

Nakajima Kosago's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

That's nearly eighty tanks.

Even if it were eighty pigs, it would take the Chinese half a day to catch them, right? How could they all disappear without even seeing the base of Nanjing's city walls?

In other words, technically speaking, the headquarters' organizational chart still included the designation "3rd Independent Tank Regiment" at that time.

However, this unit has actually disappeared physically due to the previous battle at Xiejiaqiao and the recent battle.

Just then, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the courtyard.

"ah--!!!"

Nakajima Kesago's expression changed, and he strode out of the house.

In the center of the courtyard, a colonel, covered in blood and wearing a tattered military uniform, was kneeling.

It was Colonel Kiyotake Yoshimaru, the commander of the 3rd Independent Tank Regiment.

He had already taken off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body, and was holding a short knife in his hands, the blade deeply embedded in his abdomen.

"I am guilty... I have failed His Majesty the Emperor... I have failed the fallen warriors..."

Yoshimaru Kiyotake's face was covered in tears and snot, his features contorted in pain as he strained his wrists, trying to complete the cruel "cross-character" seppuku.

But he clearly overestimated his pain tolerance. The excruciating pain of the blade twisting his stomach made him scream like a pig being slaughtered, and his body convulsed violently, yet he did not die for a long time.

"Second! Quickly, second!"

The adjutant beside him, with tears in his eyes, raised his samurai sword high.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of cold light.

Yoshimaru Kiyotake's head rolled to the side, his eyes still staring wide-eyed, filled with resentment and fear.

Nakajima Kesago coldly watched this scene, his face devoid of any pity.

"waste."

He uttered two words.

Then, as if remembering something, he abruptly turned to look at the adjutant, his eyes turning extremely terrifying:

"Where's the regimental flag? Where's the tank regiment's flag?!"

He vividly remembered the incident where the 149th Regiment lost its flag, causing shame to the entire division and even the expeditionary army.

"Reporting, Your Excellency, the military flag is still here!" The adjutant quickly brought out a long, rectangular box.

"Hurry! Immediately! Right now!"

Nakajima Kesago screamed as if his tail had been stepped on:

"Send men, send a company of military police to escort the regimental flag, along with the remaining logistics and maintenance personnel of the tank regiment, and all the tank crew members who survived. Escape them all to the rear! Get them to the ships!"

"Absolutely, absolutely, this flag must not be allowed to appear on the front lines!"

He was scared.

The 3rd Independent Tank Regiment now has only two tanks left.

If their regimental flag is lost, Nakajima Kesago won't need to fight anymore; he might as well commit seppuku with Yoshimaru Kiyotake.

Meanwhile, at the Huashan position.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth trembled without ceasing.

Although the Japanese 11th and 16th Divisions suffered losses in infantry attacks, their artillery strength should not be underestimated.

In particular, the field heavy artillery regiment that arrived later set up 150mm howitzers and began a frenzied retaliatory bombardment of the Huashan position.

Lin Feng's artillery regiment was not to be outdone.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

On the artillery positions at Huashan, 12 105mm leFH18 howitzers and the two salvaged Rheinmetall 150mm heavy guns roared into action.

The shells from both sides clashed in the air, falling like a meteor shower.

The top of Huashan Mountain was sheared off, the trees were blasted into charcoal, and the rocks were blasted into dust.

Although Lin Feng's artillery was well-equipped and had scouts to provide fire correction, it began to suffer casualties under the overwhelming firepower of the Japanese.

A 105mm howitzer was hit directly by a heavy artillery shell from the Japanese, blowing the gun and its crew into the air, the barrel twisted into a pretzel shape.

"Buzzing—"

Even worse, the sound of engines roaring overhead could be heard.

The Japanese air force has arrived.

This time it wasn't just a few, but dozens.

The Navy's Type 96 land-based attack aircraft, the Army's Type 93 heavy bomber, and even the Navy's newly commissioned Type 96 naval fighter jet.

Dozens of planes arrived in different waves, blotting out the sky, like a pack of hyenas on the Afica plains that had smelled carrion.

"Air defense! Everyone take air defense!"

"Knock knock knock knock—"

Lin Feng's expanded air defense regiment began to show its power.

More than a dozen towed quadruple 20mm autocannons rained bullets down into the sky.

Dozens of M2HB heavy machine guns also formed an impenetrable net of fire.

Black clouds of smoke exploded in the sky in an instant.

A Japanese Type 93 heavy bomber was hit in the engine by a barrage of shrapnel, and it disintegrated in mid-air, trailing a long plume of black smoke. The wreckage fell like raindrops.

"Well played!"

The soldiers on the ground cheered with joy.

But the Japanese had far too many planes.

Taking advantage of their numerical superiority, they began to carry out waves of dive bombing raids.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

A 100-kilogram aerial bomb landed on the air defense position.

The piled sandbags were blown away, a 37mm anti-aircraft gun was destroyed, and all the gunners fell in pools of blood.

"Where's the medic? Hurry up and save them!"

Lin Feng felt as if his heart was being torn apart as he watched this scene.

This is all the wealth he accumulated little by little!

We are now exchanging planes with the Japanese in pairs.

But he did not back down, nor could he back down.