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

Shortly after sunset.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, and dust flew everywhere.

Zhao Dashan finally arrived with his armored regiment.

More than twenty tanks, armored vehicles, and nearly a hundred trucks full of infantry rushed into the fishing village like a whirlwind.

"Commander, we've arrived."

Zhao Dashan jumped off the truck and ran excitedly to the riverbank.

At this moment, Lin Feng had already led his guard platoon ashore.

Zhao Dashan's eyes widened as he looked at the Japanese corpses scattered on the ground and the captured supplies:

"Wow, so many good things?"

"The Japanese devils have come to give us a gift."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Feng dusted himself off and pointed to the dark wilderness to the north:

"The Japanese devils won't get far."

Immediately dispatch scouts and armored vehicles to search for the whereabouts of that Japanese unit.

I need to know where they went.

"Yes!" Zhao Dashan accepted the order and left.

Lin Feng turned around, looked at the mountain of spoils in front of him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

There's quite a lot of stuff. I must have stumbled upon the Kunisaki Detachment by sheer coincidence.

The fish is very fat.

Four brand-new Type 41 mountain guns, and several Type 92 infantry guns.

Not to mention the dozens of truckloads of ammunition, canned food, rice, and even the Japanese soldiers' winter uniforms.

"Although I don't know who the Japanese commander on the other side is, I'm very grateful for such a generous gift."

Lin Feng silently recited a phrase in his mind, then placed his hand on a cannon.

Silently repeat to yourself, "Stop!"

The next second, the cannon vanished into thin air and entered Lin Feng's system space.

Following the same method, the once crowded village entrance quickly became completely empty, leaving not a trace.

"Hehe, when those Japanese devils come back tomorrow morning and see this, they'll probably be so angry they'll have a stroke on the spot, right?"

Lin Feng thought to himself with a wicked smile.

This wave not only saved the people and defeated the Japanese, but also made a fortune.

They've won so many times they're practically mad.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

Lin Feng's smile faded, and his expression turned serious:

"Set up camp on the spot and cook a meal."

"After we've eaten and drunk our fill, we'll go deliver a return gift to those Japanese devils who just escaped tomorrow morning."

-----

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind was biting.

On the open fields north of the river, several bright beams of car headlights pierced the darkness like sharp swords, scanning back and forth among the weeds.

Those were several Sdkfz.222 armored reconnaissance vehicles belonging to the reconnaissance company of the armored regiment, accompanied by several BMW R75 sidecar motorcycles, searching for traces of their prey like hunting dogs.

However, these Japanese supply troops seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The scouts searched almost every inch of land within a few kilometers all night, but they couldn't find any trace of Tanaka Jiro's hundreds of men.

"Are these bastards like mice? How can they hide so well?"

A reconnaissance platoon leader sitting in an armored vehicle cursed as he spat out the grass roots in his mouth, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

Until the east began to lighten and the sky began to brighten.

A sharp-eyed motorcyclist suddenly pointed to a patch of reeds in the distance and shouted:

"Platoon leader, look over there!"

Looking in the direction the finger was pointing, one could see a dense reed bed in a low-lying area about two kilometers from Xiaowangzhuang.

The area is low-lying and surrounded by mounds, so you wouldn't notice anyone hiding there unless you got close.

At this moment, wisps of smoke rose from the depths of the reeds. Although they were faint, they still stood out starkly in the crisp morning air.

"Good heavens, so that's where you were hiding."

The platoon leader sneered and raised his binoculars.

At the edge of the reeds, several Japanese sentries in yellow uniforms were standing guard, their necks hunched over and their Type 38 rifles in hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two sharp gunshots shattered the morning's tranquility.

That was the Japanese sentry firing a warning shot.

They clearly lost their temper and opened fire.

The remaining Japanese soldiers instantly erupted into chaos, shouting and yelling, and several Type 11 light machine guns began to fire blindly in their direction.

"Target confirmed, it's these bastards."

The platoon leader ducked back into the armored vehicle, grabbed the radio transmitter, and said excitedly:

"Calling the regimental headquarters, calling the regimental headquarters."

This is the reconnaissance platoon.

Target identified.

Location: 2 kilometers southwest of Xiaowangzhuang, in the reed marshes.

It is about 5500 meters away from us.

Judging by appearance, the Japanese troops numbered about a battalion, with a small number of heavy weapons, and were cooking over a fire.

-----

A temporary command post on the edge of the fishing village.

Lin Feng was standing in front of the map, holding a steaming cup of tea in his hand.

He sneered upon hearing the report over the radio.

"They've finally shown themselves."

He put down his cup and turned to look at Zhao Dashan beside him:

"Big Mountain, can you hear me?"

The Japanese soldiers are hiding in the reeds, trying to play hide-and-seek with us.

Zhao Dashan chuckled and rubbed his hands together, eager to get started.

"Commander, please give the order."

The brothers were itching to get started, and this was the perfect opportunity to practice on these Japanese devils.

Lin Feng nodded and pointed heavily at the map:

"It's dawn. We need to move quickly and attack decisively."

These hundreds of Japanese soldiers are probably the supply train of the Kunisaki Detachment. We don't have time to deal with them.

I want a quick victory, to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

After taking a sip of hot tea and feeling warmer, he began to devise his tactics:

"In terms of specific tactics, let the armored regiment take the lead."

Especially those Jagdpanzer tank destroyers, put them at the very front.

Once it is determined that the Japanese anti-tank firepower is not strong, the entire army will be deployed.

The infantry, under the cover of the tanks, charged straight in and crushed them.

"Yes, mission accomplished."

Zhao Dashan saluted, turned around, and strode out.

Outside the tent, the armored forces, already fully equipped and ready to go, roared deafeningly.

-----

Deep in the reed marshes.

Tanaka Jiro slept for several hours in fear before being awakened by the sound of gunfire.

He emerged from the makeshift shelter with dark circles under his eyes, looking haggard and anxious.

At this moment, he was still struggling with his decision.

Should we stay put and wait for reinforcements? Or should we go back to the riverbank and try to salvage the lost artillery?

After all, losing so many heavy weapons, even if he returned alive, he would only end up committing seppuku.

However, he soon stopped worrying about it.

"Rumble—rumble—"

A deep, dense roar of engines came from afar, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

Tanaka Jiro's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up.

coming!

Last night, the engine kept running, like a ghost wandering around.

He knew that the Chinese were searching for their location.

But he wasn't too flustered.

Because Kunisaki's detachment came from the North China Area Army and had been fighting in the north, they had never fought against Lin Feng's troops.

Therefore, Tanaka Jiro had no idea that his enemy possessed a complete and well-equipped heavy armored force.

In his mind, he thought they were a small number of armored vehicles belonging to the Great Xia people, or perhaps those light tanks with thin skin and large bodies.