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

"Should we... let the troops rest for one night and then...?"

"Baka!"

Kunisaki Noboru shouted angrily, interrupting his adjutant:

"Touch up?"

There is an old saying in the Great Xia Dynasty: "In war, speed is of the essence."

Every minute we gain now is a victory, a source of glory when our achievements are recognized and rewarded in the future.

"If those Chinese people in Nanjing escape, are you going to commit seppuku to atone for your sins?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes turning extremely fierce:

"Pass down the order."

The 41st Infantry Regiment, as the vanguard, immediately discarded all heavy weapons, excess ammunition, and marching packs.

Travel light!

I want them to be like the wind, reaching Pukou within two to three days.

Even if it means running yourself ragged, you must block the Chinese people's retreat.

"Hai!" The adjutant shuddered in fright.

"As for the heavy weapons and luggage..."

Kunisaki Noboru glanced back at the back of the line:

"All of them will be left to the final supply battalion to carry."

"Let them follow slowly behind, just make sure they don't lose the cannon."

To Kunisaki Noboru, this was a flawless arrangement.

In any case, the regular army of Great Xia has been defeated, and what remains are just scattered soldiers and rabble, which are not worth worrying about at all.

Even if it was a supply battalion, it was still the elite supply troops of the 5th Division.

In the early stages of this war of resistance, the Japanese soldiers were of extremely high individual quality.

Even the cooks and the supply soldiers who drove the carts had undergone rigorous military training, and their marksmanship was no worse than that of the regular army of the Great Xia.

Moreover, at least each person had a rifle, making their equipment far superior to those ragtag armies that couldn't even manage to provide a rifle and only had broadswords and spears.

Let them escort the supplies; that will ensure everything goes smoothly.

"Let's go, destination: Pukou!"

At Kunisaki Noboru's command, the vanguard of the Japanese troops began to frantically unload their loads and sped westward.

As dusk fell, the setting sun shone like blood.

The supply train, which had been left behind by the main force, finally made its slow, arduous journey to the vicinity of a small town.

Because it had to carry the entire detachment's heavy equipment, spare ammunition, and supplies, this supply train was exceptionally large and bulky.

Hundreds of mule-drawn carts, along with several old trucks, formed a long procession on the dirt road.

Major Tanaka Jiro was in charge of commanding this supply battalion.

This guy was a typical big, burly man from Northeast China, with a face full of fat and a pair of triangular eyes that revealed lewdness and cruelty.

He rode on a short horse, holding a map in his hand, muttering curses:

"Baka! The infantrymen in front are running faster than dogs, leaving all the hard work to us."

These bastards went to the front to steal the credit, while we stayed behind to eat the dust.

He wiped the dust off his face, and his stomach growled.

"Commander, it's getting dark, and the road ahead is difficult to travel. Shouldn't we set off for the night?"

A lieutenant nearby leaned over and asked.

Tanaka Jiro squinted, looking at the map in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It must be said that the Japanese had been eyeing Daxia for a long time, and their preparations were appalling.

The military map in his hand was extremely large in scale and incredibly detailed.

Not only were the main roads and rivers marked, but even a well and a small temple by the roadside were clearly marked.

"Yoshi."

Tanaka Jiro's finger traced across the map, stopping at an inconspicuous little black dot:

"There is a small fishing village called 'Yuliang' less than two kilometers away from us."

The map shows that there are about a hundred households here.

When the word "other people" was mentioned, Tanaka Jiro's eyes instantly lit up with a green light, the kind of light a wild beast would give when it sees its prey.

They had been marching at breakneck speed, eating cold rice dumplings and sleeping in the open, and were already seething with anger.

"Gentlemen!"

Tanaka Jiro grinned maliciously and licked his chapped lips:

"We'll camp in this fishing village tonight."

The warriors have had a tough journey and need to relax.

They stormed in, occupied the Chinese people's house, and took out all the good food.

As for those pretty girls... hehehe, whoever snatches them first gets to keep them.

Gentlemen! Do whatever you like.

"Onboard!"

"Long live the captain!"

Upon hearing this order, the exhausted Japanese supply troops instantly became as energetic as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Their eyes gleamed with lust and greed.

"Hurry up! The pretty girl needs to get to work!"

"I want to eat chicken! I want to drink alcohol!"

These beasts in human skin howled and brandished their Type 38 rifles, some even unbuckling their belts, eagerly rushing towards the quiet little fishing village.

At this time, smoke curled from the chimneys of the small fishing village, and the villagers were unaware that disaster was about to befall them.

A few stray dogs lay lazily at the village entrance, occasionally barking.

However, the next second.

"Bang!"

A gunshot shattered the silence.

The stray dog ​​at the village entrance let out a pitiful howl and collapsed in a pool of blood.

"The Japanese devils are coming!"

"Run!"

Terrified screams instantly echoed throughout the entire village.

Tanaka Jiro, riding his horse, watched the villagers fleeing in panic in the distance and laughed heartily.

"Run? Where to run?"

Surround them, don't let a single one escape.

Tonight, this is our paradise.

As the demons were about to storm into the village, a tragedy was about to unfold.

At this critical moment.

Sudden.

"Rumble—rumble—"

A deep, loud rumble came from the Yangtze River south of the village.

The sound grew louder and louder, shaking the ground slightly, as if countless giant beasts were roaring in the river.

Tanaka Jiro was stunned.

The Japanese soldiers, who were about to rush into the village, stopped and looked at the river in confusion.

"What? What's that sound?"

Tanaka Jiro frowned and listened intently:

"That's... the sound of a high-horsepower diesel engine?"

It sounds like the engine of a warship.

He looked at the lieutenant beside him with a puzzled expression:

"Could it be those idiots from the Navy?"

"I think so."

The lieutenant said uncertainly:

"I heard that the 3rd Fleet is currently cooperating with our brave army troops on the river."

Perhaps their gunboats were passing by.

"Hmph, these navy idiots, they act all high and mighty just because they're sailing a ship."

Tanaka Jiro curled his lip in disdain, assuming they were allies, and lowered his guard:

"Never mind them, we'll play our own game."

Continue the attack.

"First, kill all the men in the village, and arrest all the women."

However, he never dreamed of this.

It was indeed the navy that arrived, but they were not their friendly forces, the idiots.

Instead, it comes from hell—the deadly messenger!

The river was shrouded in twilight.

A steel fleet is cutting through the waves, emerging from the mist like a ghost.

On the bridge of the LCS fire support boat, Lin Feng held up his binoculars and watched the group of tan-colored figures charging towards the village on the shore. A smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, I finally made it."

"These bastards are really in high spirits."

He lowered his binoculars and gently patted the shield of the twin 40mm Bofors machine gun in front of him:

"Send the order to the entire fleet."

Turn right, entire fleet move forward!

Send these Japanese devils to see their damned Aunt Amaterasu!