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

"Thump—!!!"

The sound was so loud that it instantly deafened people, and they felt as if they had been hit hard in the chest by a sledgehammer.

A 240mm high-explosive grenade, weighing over 100 kilograms, whistled through the air and slammed into the densest part of the Jing'an Army's assault formation.

"Boom!!!"

A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

The violent explosion instantly engulfed an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius.

The dozens of traitors at the epicenter of the explosion didn't even have time to scream before they were vaporized.

More than a hundred people on the periphery were blown into the air like leaves by the violent shockwave. Some traitors were torn to pieces in mid-air, and a bloody storm ensued.

"My god, what kind of cannon is that?!"

Li Chunshan, who was hiding at the back of the line, was thrown off balance by the blast wave and landed on the ground. Looking at the huge crater in front of him, large enough to bury a truck, he was so scared that he wet his pants.

But this is just the beginning.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The three 150mm naval guns also opened fire.

These armor-piercing explosive shells, originally designed to attack warships, are incredibly cruel when they hit a crowd of people.

The shells penetrated the ground and exploded, kicking up soil and rocks mixed with shrapnel, sweeping across the battlefield like a shotgun.

Immediately afterwards, the 88mm anti-aircraft gun group joined in the chorus, unleashing a dense barrage of rapid-fire fire.

For a moment, Huangshan Fortress seemed to have turned into an erupting volcano.

The soldiers of the original naval coastal defense force had to worry about insufficient ammunition reserves, so they were cautious when firing.

But with Lin Feng, this human ammunition depot, the artillerymen on the scene had gone berserk, mechanically loading, aiming, and firing...

Load, aim, fire...

As for the goal?

Aren't there traitors everywhere?

The Jing'an Army, which had been so arrogant just moments before, suddenly suffered a terrible fate.

"Help!"

"Sir, save me!"

The traitors were blown up and thrown about, crying out for their parents.

Severed limbs and broken pieces hung from tree branches, and blood stained the hillside red.

Just moments ago they were thinking about robbing money and women, but now they only wish their parents had given them two more legs.

"Run! Run faster!"

This time, even the machine guns of the Japanese supervisory team couldn't stop them.

Because even the Japanese were dumbfounded.

On a distant high ground, Tokushige Numata's hand, holding up his binoculars, was trembling.

"What?! What... what's going on?!"

He stared at the terrifying density of firepower, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Baka! Is the intelligence department incompetent?!"

"Didn't they say the fortress was short of ammunition? Didn't they say there were only a few old cannons?"

"This firepower... it's several times stronger than before?!"

"And... what kind of cannon is that? The explosive power... could it be a 240mm heavy fortress cannon?!"

Naojiro Amaya felt a chill rush straight to his head.

"Insidious, so insidious."

He cursed through gritted teeth:

"The Chinese commander on the other side is incredibly cunning!"

"He had been hiding his true strength all along."

Possessing such terrifying firepower, they have held back until now before opening fire.

He was deliberately feigning weakness to lure us into attacking, then trying to wipe us out in one fell swoop.

"Quickly, order the troops to retreat, retreat behind the mountain, and get out of the artillery fire range!"

However, it was too late.

Lin Feng stood on the gun emplacement, looking at the enemy in complete chaos in the distance, and smiled coldly:

"Trying to run? Too late."

"Since we're already here, let's leave them all as fertilizer."

"All artillery, fire rapidly, cover the enemy's starting position!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The artillery fire extended.

This time, it wasn't just the puppet troops who suffered; even the Japanese 26th Brigade, which was supervising the battle from behind, was not spared.

Unfortunately, a 150mm high-explosive shell landed on the Japanese machine gun position.

Several Type 92 heavy machine guns, along with a dozen or so Japanese soldiers, vanished instantly in the flames.

The entire battlefield had become a living hell.

-----

It must be admitted that the Japanese intelligence department was indeed not to be underestimated.

Of course, it's more likely that the counter-espionage work in Nanjing was so poorly done that it was like a sieve with holes everywhere.

The top-secret order issued by the Supreme Command to the Jiangyin garrison to "break out of the encirclement and abandon the fortress" was placed on the desk of Matsui Iwane, commander of the Japanese Expeditionary Army, the very next day.

At the Jiangyin front, several brigade commanders quickly met.

"Yoshi, the Chinese are running away."

Although over a thousand puppet troops were lost in front of the Huangshan Fortress yesterday, Major General Numata Tokushige showed no unusual expression:

"It seems that the defending troops on the other side must be in a state of panic right now."

Lin Feng might be tough, but the other ragtag troops and those terrified routs would only want to escape.

A Japanese staff officer next to him adjusted his glasses and analyzed:

"Your Excellency, although Huangshan Fortress has fierce firepower, it is ultimately just a fixed river defense fortress."

We have observed that most of its artillery firing arc is locked over the river surface, limiting its ability to cover the flanks of the land.

As long as we don't provoke that hedgehog, it's entirely feasible to bypass the fortress by following the terrain's blind spots and directly attack the county town.

"That's right!"

Numata Tokushige slammed his fist on the table and devised a wicked plan:

"Pass down the order: surround two, leaving one undefended."

We applied high pressure from the east and south, but deliberately left Jiang Yin's defense on the west side undefended.

That's the direction leading to Jinling.

As long as this opening is left, the Chinese garrison will inevitably rush to break out and escape, and their defenses will collapse without a fight.

Then, we can chase them down in the wilderness and wipe them all out like herding ducks.

Soon, the Japanese army, navy, and air force launched a final all-out attack on Jiang Yin.

Inside Jiangyin City, the evacuation is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Lin Feng stood on the city gate tower of the county town, dressed in military uniform, his M35 helmet pulled low, holding a Type 24 rifle in his hand, with the guard company behind him.

He is putting on a grand show called "Serving the Country with Passion, I Will Go Even If There Are Thousands of Opponents".

"Brothers, the civilians go first, our allies go first."

Lin Feng started posing with a tin megaphone in hand:

"I, Lin Feng, and the Provisional 8th Army will stay behind to cover the rear."

As long as one of us remains, the Japanese will not be able to get a single step closer to the dock.

"Don't worry, everyone can cross the river."

These words moved the panicked soldiers and civilians to tears.

"Commander Lin is truly benevolent."

"This is the backbone of the National Revolutionary Army."

In reality, Lin Feng had a lot on his mind.

He didn't simply want to be a hero.

He's got his eye on those technical units.

Fortress artillerymen, naval sailors, technical students at the lightning and torpedo school... If these people were to scatter, it would be a loss for the country, and even more so for Lin Feng.

Only by projecting this image of a "responsible, capable, and competent leader" can these proud and arrogant technical talents be firmly bound to one's own cause.

On the surface of the Yangtze River, thousands of sails are now racing.

Countless requisitioned wooden boats, small cargo ships, and even several tall landing craft and assault boats that appeared out of nowhere were shuttling across the river, transporting refugees and soldiers from the south bank to the north bank in turn.

At the dock, Zhao Yushu and Zhao Dashan were leading a battalion of soldiers to maintain order.

"Line up, everyone line up! Anyone who dares to push, I'll kill him."

Zhao Dashan brandished his submachine gun and roared menacingly.

Zhao Yushu looked worried, glancing back from time to time towards the Huangshan Mountains and the county town amidst the raging gunfire.

"Brother Dashan, my cousin... he's always playing the hero and covering for others, it's too dangerous."

Zhao Yushu was so anxious that he stamped his feet:

"The Japanese are serious this time; they've brought in the land, sea, and air. My cousin only has so few men with him; what if..."

Zhao Dashan, however, was not worried at all. As a member of the system, he had absolute faith in any decision made by his commander.

"Don't worry, when have you ever seen the commander make a losing deal?"

Since he dared to cover the rear, he must have been absolutely certain of victory.

Our task now is to get these people safely to Jiangbei, so they don't cause any trouble for the commander.

Zhao Yushu thought about his cousin's endless stream of methods and nodded:

"That's true, my cousin never does anything without preparation."

"The Japanese warships are here!"

"Watch out!"

The shouts from afar drew their attention.

On the river, a battle was about to break out.

The Japanese navy went all out this time, sending more than 10 gunboats in one go to support the army's offensive, followed by a dense swarm of armed motorboats.