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

A cold wind swept across the open fields north of the river.

The armored reconnaissance company dispatched by Lin Feng is currently traversing the wilderness.

Two BMW R75 heavy military motorcycles painted in Hans Field Grey led the way, with the machine gunners in the sidecars wrapped in thick overcoats, almost huddled behind machine gun shields.

After turning past a grove of trees that obscured the view, suddenly, a squad of Japanese scouts appeared at the bend in the dirt road ahead.

That was the vanguard of the Kunisaki Detachment, a scouting squad sent out by the 41st Infantry Regiment.

There were more than 70 Japanese soldiers in total. In order to maintain speed, they only carried grenade launchers and light machine guns as heavy weapons.

Both sides were taken aback.

Then comes the instinctive reaction.

"devil!"

"Baka! Chinaman!"

"Swoosh—! Swoosh—!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of gunfire from the MG42 and the Type 38 rifle instantly shattered the silence of the wilderness.

The Japanese scouts reacted quickly, immediately scattering to find cover, and several Type 38 rifles began firing at the motorcycles.

Neither motorcycle hesitated at all.

Instead of turning tail and running, they used their high mobility to rush directly towards the earthen slope by the roadside, attempting to seize a firing position.

The motorcyclist suddenly swerved to the left, the sidecar tilted up, the wheels kicked up a lot of mud, and he began to weave in and out of the way to avoid the bullets.

Although the machine gunner in the sidecar was swaying violently with the bumps, the MG42 general-purpose machine gun in his hand kept spitting fire.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!"

The famous cloth-tearing machine roared continuously, its tearing sound like ripping silk.

The shooter didn't even use the crosshair to aim; the recoil at that rate of fire, along with the high-speed maneuvering, didn't allow him to put his eye on the rear sight.

Besides, you can't aim accurately in this situation anyway.

He gripped the gunstock tightly with both arms, his eyes behind his goggles fixed on the point of impact.

Two straight columns of dust rose from the road in the distance.

Looking at the dust kicked up in the distance and the withered grass broken by bullets, the shooter quickly corrected the trajectory based on the point of impact.

The bullets, like raging whips, lashed into the Japanese ranks in the next instant.

"Puff puff puff puff puff".

This is what makes the MG42 so terrifying; even in blind firing, its rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute can still create a dense barrage of suppressive fire.

The two Japanese soldiers who were a step slower to lie down trembled violently as if they had been electrocuted, their bodies bursting with blood as they were instantly riddled with bullets.

"Click-clack".

The 50-round round drum magazine emptied instantly.

The machine gunner's movements were extremely skilled. With a tap of his left hand, he released the drum magazine, which fell into the truck bed.

Then, his right hand reached into the spare ammunition box inside the vehicle, and within seconds, a new drum magazine was installed.

Pull the bolt and load the gun.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Flames erupted once more.

Motorcycles sped by, firing continuously.

The Japanese light machine guns also began to return fire, with one or two bullets occasionally hitting the steel plates of the motorcycles with a clanging sound.

"Baka! Fight back!"

The Japanese soldiers were, after all, elite troops from a standing division, and their reaction was extremely fast.

The remaining Japanese soldiers immediately lay prone in the roadside ditch, set up their Type 2 machine guns and two grenade launchers, and began to fight back.

"Well."

The machine gunner in the sidecar groaned, and blood spurted from his left arm.

"Are you alright?" the driver shouted as he frantically jerked the steering wheel.

"It's alright, let the Japanese devils taste the power of men!"

The machine gunner gritted his teeth and continued to pull the trigger, spitting fire again and pinning the Japanese soldiers down behind their bunkers.

The motorcycles darted around wildly, and the Japanese soldiers tried to suppress the two arrogant motorcycles with grenade launchers, only to find that the indirect fire weapons couldn't hit them at all from hundreds of meters away.

Just then, a rumbling sound—

An even louder roar of engines came from behind.

The roadside weeds were flattened, and a low-profile Sdkfz.222 armored reconnaissance vehicle with sloped armor rushed out like a tiger descending a mountain.

"There are quite a few Japanese soldiers here. Let's give them a little something to say hello."

The gunner inside the turret grinned maliciously, quickly adjusted the direction of the gun muzzle, and stepped on the firing pedal.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

The 20mm machine gun emitted a muffled roar.

A string of 20mm high-explosive shells struck the middle of the Japanese grenade launcher squad with pinpoint accuracy.

"boom."

Those Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces, along with their guns.

Two more SdKfz.222 armored reconnaissance vehicles arrived quickly, opening fire with their 20mm autocannons and MG34 coaxial machine guns.

The Japanese machine gun immediately went silent, and the gunner was blown away along with half of his body.

In such a close-quarters encounter, the Japanese soldiers, being mere mortals, were no match for the armored reconnaissance company.

Where the machine guns swept, the earthen embankments along the roadside were leveled, leaving the Japanese soldiers hiding behind with nowhere to hide.

"Retreat. Retreat quickly. Mission accomplished."

As the number of Japanese soldiers increased, and even a Type 92 infantry gun in the distance began to be pushed up, the armored vehicle commander decisively gave the order.

They are a reconnaissance company, not a suicide squad.

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here."

The two motorcycles nimbly drifted away with the armored vehicle under the cover of suppressive fire from their comrades, leaving behind only spent shell casings and more than twenty Japanese corpses.

-----

Twenty minutes later, at the fishing village command post.

The radio waves traveled across the wilderness.

"Calling the commander."

My company encountered the vanguard of the Japanese army east of Xiaohuangzhuang.

The enemy force numbered about a small squad, and a large amount of smoke followed, indicating it was the main Japanese force.

"The Japanese vanguard has fierce firepower and extremely high infantry reaction quality. It is indeed the main force of the Kunisaki Detachment that has turned back."

"Repeat, the Japanese have turned back."

Lin Feng put down his radio headset and laughed heartily.

God helps me too!

He looked at the map:

"Okay, it'll be fine once it's over."

"That old devil Kunisaki Toru, he can't bear to part with his wife's savings, he wants to come back and fight us to the death."

"Order the reconnaissance company to continue to maintain contact with the Japanese, focusing on harassment rather than direct confrontation, and lead them eastward."

"Yes." (Staff record)

"Ask them again where the follow-up troops are?"

"Reporting to the commander, the advance regiment of the Provisional 50th Division has just sent a telegram. They have abandoned all heavy equipment and are marching lightly equipped. They are less than 30 kilometers away from us."

"Thirty kilometers...okay."

Lin Feng nodded, a sly glint in his eyes:

"Notify the Provisional 50th Division to stop running and build fortifications on the spot... no, wait."

Soon, Lin Feng's gaze settled on an area east of "Huangtian Port" on the map.

"Get them here at full speed."

I'm going to have a long story to tell about Kunisaki Noboru here.

East of Huangtian Port lies an open area.

Backed by the mighty Yangtze River, it is flanked by a dense network of waterways and freshly harvested rice paddies.

It's the dry season now, and the waterways are full of mud, making it impossible for heavy equipment to pass through. Even infantry has a hard time getting through quickly.

Only the two- or three-kilometer-wide dry land in the middle, flat and solid, is a natural assault field for armored forces.

It is also the most perfect hunting ground.

That's right, Lin Feng wants the title of Destroyer of the Kunisaki Detachment!