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

The next day, early in the morning.

The morning mist on the river had not yet dissipated when the Japanese attack began.

"Kill them!"

Thousands of Japanese soldiers, bayonets at the ready, charged into Jiangyin County under the cover of a few remaining tanks.

However, what greeted them was not fierce street fighting, but deathly silence.

The streets were deserted, with only a few stray dogs scavenging for food in the ruins.

"What?! Where did they go?"

The Japanese battalion commander at the forefront was completely bewildered.

"Report! The Chinese have fled; they're all heading towards the docks!"

The scout pointed to the riverbank to the northwest and shouted.

"Baka! Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese soldiers immediately panicked.

If the cooked duck flies away, they won't get any credit at all.

As a result, the main force of the Japanese 26th Brigade, along with a part of the 103rd Brigade, totaling several thousand Japanese soldiers, hurriedly poured out of the county town and headed straight for the riverside dock.

In their view, the Chinese army must be crowding the docks, scrambling to board the ships, making them the perfect targets.

However, when they rushed out of the county town and came to the open river beach...

They did not see the chaotic rout of the soldiers.

What they saw was an empty dock and a thick layer of morning mist on the river.

"Strange, where's the boat? Where are the people?"

Just as the Japanese soldiers were puzzled...

Sudden.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

A piercing, unprecedented shriek came from the north bank of the river.

The sound wasn't like the whistling of cannonballs, but more like the mournful screams of countless vengeful ghosts, sending chills down one's spine and raising goosebumps all over.

"What was that sound?!"

The Japanese soldiers looked up in terror.

Suddenly, countless dazzling lights appeared in the morning mist on the north bank.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of fire dragons with long trails of flame tore through the dawn sky, crashing down on the riverbank on the south side like a meteor shower.

"That's... a rocket?!"

A well-informed Japanese officer exclaimed in surprise.

That's right, this is the farewell gift Lin Feng prepared for the Japanese soldiers.

All twelve Type 41 150mm six-tube rocket launchers opened fire simultaneously.

Although this rocket launcher has a range of only a little over 6 kilometers, it is just enough to cover the riverbank on the south bank from the north bank.

Moreover, it has an extremely high rate of fire, capable of firing all six 150mm rockets within a few seconds.

A salvo from 12 launchers would amount to 72 large-caliber high-explosive rockets.

Standing on the bridge of the LCS fire support ship, Lin Feng looked at the fiery meteors flying all over the sky and couldn't help but recite a line from Xin Qiji's poem.

"The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of flowers, and blows down stars like rain."

Although the term originally referred to the lanterns of the Lantern Festival, it is perfectly apt here to describe this devastating barrage of rockets.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fiery meteor landed.

The riverbank was instantly engulfed in flames.

The 150mm rocket has a larger propellant charge than a howitzer of the same caliber, and when combined with the unburned solid fuel, its explosive power is astonishing.

The Japanese soldiers, who were in dense formation along the riverbank, didn't even have time to react before they were instantly blown to pieces.

Huge fireballs shot into the air, tearing countless Japanese soldiers and their weapons to shreds.

"ah--!!!"

The screams were drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

The Japanese soldiers were completely stunned by this sudden attack.

They never dreamed that the Provisional 8th Army possessed such terrifying long-range firepower that they had kept silent until now.

"Scatter! Scatter now!"

Amid the explosions, Japanese commanders could still scream desperately, but in the face of such carpet bombing, any tactical maneuvers were futile.

After a salvo, dozens of huge craters were left on the riverbank, and charred corpses and severed limbs were everywhere, with a nauseating smell of roasted meat filling the air.

But it's not over yet.

"Baka! Charge! Charge to the dock!"

The surviving Japanese officer brandished his sword, urging the remaining soldiers to continue charging forward.

In their view, rocket artillery is a long-range coverage weapon. As long as they rush to the riverbank and get face-to-face with the enemy troops trying to escape by boat, the enemy will not dare to fire.

At this moment, they still clung to a last glimmer of hope, thinking they could catch Lin Feng's troops by the tail.

"Onboard!"

Thousands of disheveled Japanese soldiers, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, charged toward the dock like mad dogs.

However, when they broke through the smoke of battle and arrived at the dock...

They were devastated to discover that what awaited them was not a panicked, routed army, but a well-organized fleet.

The morning mist on the river dissipated.

Two massive LCS fire support boats, along with three PT heavy fire support boats, were lined up in a row, lying across the river, only a few hundred meters from the shore.

All the cannons and gun barrels were pointed directly at the Japanese soldiers on the shore.

Inside the bridge, Lin Feng looked at the dumbfounded Japanese soldiers on the shore as if they were a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Attention, all fleet members!"

Lin Feng suddenly waved his hand:

"Lend it flat and hit it! Sweep it hard!"

"Fire!"

"Thump thump thump! Tap tap tap! Bang bang bang!"

The next second, a metal storm erupted on the river surface.

This was definitely one of the most horrific scenes that Japanese infantrymen could have witnessed during World War II.

12.7mm M2HB重机枪、20mm厄利孔机炮、37mm M4自动炮、40mm博福斯机关炮……

Dozens of high-rate-of-fire automatic weapons were all laid flat and fired.

Normally, these weapons are used to shoot down airplanes or dismantle Japanese warships.

The infantrymen being used to attack the riverbank are simply committing a massacre!

"Puff puff puff puff puff!"

The dense hail of bullets was like a scythe, sweeping from left to right and then from right to left, with countless fire dragons sweeping across the riverbank and dock.

The first row of Japanese soldiers was hit by a hail of bullets and instantly turned into piles of minced meat.

Yes, not beaten to death, but smashed to pieces.

A 12.7mm bullet will leave a large hole in your body, and will break your arms and legs.

A 20mm machine gun hit him, and he exploded.

As for the 40mm Bofors shell?

With one shot, a Japanese soldier was turned into a cloud of blood mist.

"ah--!!!"

"Mother--!"

"Help!"

The Japanese soldiers were beaten so badly they cried out for their parents.

Those who were seriously injured but not yet ready to die let out heart-wrenching screams.

Some Japanese soldiers tried to lie down and hide, but there were too many guns and cannons firing.

Bullets rained down from the ship, various sizes of bullets raking the earth; lying down only temporarily delayed the Japanese soldiers' deaths.

Some Japanese soldiers wanted to turn around and run away, but how could two legs outrun a shell that was hundreds of meters per second?

This was a complete and utter execution by firing squad.

The mud on the riverbank was soaked in blood and turned dark red.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, and severed limbs covered the riverbanks.

In just a few minutes, the nearly one thousand Japanese vanguard soldiers who had charged forward vanished from the face of the earth as if they had been erased by an eraser.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were terrified and scrambled back, using the terrain as cover, wishing they had more legs.

Standing at the bow of the ship, watching this scene, Lin Feng felt as if every pore on his body was opening up.

"Cool!"

He gave the middle finger to the backs of the fleeing figures on the shore.