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

Morita Yu, crouching low, moved across the battlefield.

He had long since torn off the major rank insignia from his uniform collar, and he carried a military knife, constantly issuing orders.

"Have Harada's company engage in a firefight on the spot!"

"Escape from Phoenix Temple first, quickly!"

Explosions and machine gun fire were everywhere. Morita Yu knew very well that the main artillery of the detachment was slowly advancing in the rear, and the few small cannons belonging to the regiment and battalion were simply unable to suppress the enemy's artillery.

In situations like this, one squadron must remain to draw enemy fire...

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw three Japanese soldiers from a grenade launcher squad not far away, trying to carry grenade launchers and ammunition boxes to a small mound behind them.

They also crouched low and ran very fast.

however.

"Whoosh—Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Another round of shelling is coming!

The Chinese troops on the other side fired shells like they were free, one volley after another.

A flash of orange-red light appeared.

Major Morita looked up again, but the grenade launcher squad was nowhere to be seen.

The three people, along with the Type 89 grenade launcher and ammunition box, vanished in an instant.

All that remained was a crater emitting blue smoke and charred fragments scattered all over the ground.

In another direction, ten Japanese soldiers from an infantry squad were crawling on the ground, using shell craters and corpses as cover, slowly inching backward.

Their movements were very professional and discreet.

However, the heavy machine gunners on the position had clearly already set their sights on them.

"Da da da, da da da, da da da."

The distinctive, rhythmic bursts of fire from the Maxim heavy machine gun rang out.

Bullets whizzed past, hitting the soil around the Japanese soldiers and kicking up specks of smoke.

The first round of sniping missed slightly, and the bullets landed half a meter to their left.

The machine gunner slightly adjusted the muzzle of his gun.

"Da da da, da da da."

Second round of shots.

A Japanese soldier lying on the ground suddenly shuddered, a burst of blood erupted from his back, and he fell still.

"Da da da".

The third round of shots.

Another Japanese soldier's head exploded like a watermelon.

The remaining Japanese soldiers panicked completely, and some couldn't help but try to get up and run away.

"Da da da da da—"

This time it was a longer burst.

The bullets swept through like whips, taking down all the remaining Japanese soldiers.

The entire squad was calmly and efficiently wiped out by a single heavy machine gun in less than a few minutes.

It's said that new recruits are afraid of artillery, while veterans are afraid of machine guns.

But on the battlefield, what veterans fear most is not the incessant sound of machine gun fire.

That kind of aimless suppressive fire indicates that the enemy doesn't know your exact location.

What they fear most is this rhythmic, short burst of fire.

The sound was like the footsteps of death, getting closer and closer with each step.

This means that the enemy machine gunner has locked onto you and is reaping your life in the most efficient and ammunition-saving way.

"Smoke grenade, throw a smoke grenade."

"Hayaku! Hayaku!"

In the face of life and death, the advantages of the Japanese troops' rigorous training and elite junior officers became apparent.

Although the squad leaders, corporals, and sergeants of each unit were equally terrified, they had not completely lost their minds.

These junior officers are all elites with more than several years of service experience and graduates of the Army NCO School.

They roared as they unfastened smoke grenades from their waists, pulled the pins, and hurled them forward and to the sides.

"Hiss—hiss—"

Thick white smoke rose rapidly, forming not-too-thick smoke walls on the battlefield.

"Retreat, provide alternating cover."

Under the cover of smoke, the remaining Japanese soldiers scrambled and crawled away.

They abandoned the bodies of the fallen, the damaged heavy weapons, and even some unnecessary equipment.

All I ask is to leave this death zone alive.

Major Morita Yu was also hit in the thigh by shrapnel and had to be helped out of the firing range by several guards.

He looked back and saw that the area that had just been the starting point of the attack had now become a battlefield.

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared, and the ground was covered with craters of all sizes.

The tattered Japanese flag lay askew in the soil, torn into strips by the blast wave.

More often, there were yellowish-brown corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

Some are complete, some are incomplete.

The blood soaked the soil, reflecting a dark red, nauseating sheen in the setting sun.

In this single attack, his squad lost over two hundred bodies to the enemy's fierce firepower.

The total casualties exceeded one-third.

The entire brigade has essentially lost the ability to continue its offensive.

Morita Yu was pale and his lips trembled. He was filled with remorse and blamed himself for launching a full-scale attack without even conducting a single probing attack.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in this world.

He finally understood.

The person opposite him was not the lamb to the slaughter he had imagined.

It was a tiger disguised as a sheep.

Now, the tiger has opened its blood-red jaws.

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Behind them, Kunisaki Noboru put down his binoculars, his face showing not anger, but a strange smile.

That smile contained excitement, cruelty, and the satisfaction of a hunter finally spotting large prey.

"Yoshi..."

He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the solid defensive line ahead that was spitting fire and had routed his entire battalion.

"The defenses are so strong, and the firepower is also very strong."

Dozens of cannons, and so many heavy machine guns...

This is definitely not the kind of equipment a ragtag army could have.

He turned around and confidently stated to his chief of staff and a group of majors, lieutenant colonels, and colonels:

"Our previous judgment was wrong."

Lin Feng did not flee with his main force.

This is where his main force is located.

In Kunisaki Noboru's view, a force capable of possessing such firepower and constructing such sturdy fortifications was definitely not cannon fodder left behind to cover the retreat.

This must be Lin Feng's trump card, the elite force that made him famous.

The other side was throwing white gloves at him, challenging him to a fair and square duel between soldiers.

"Very good, very good."

Kunisaki Noboru licked his slightly chapped lips, as if he had already tasted the sweetness of victory.

He pointed his finger heavily at the map:

"Now that we've captured his main force, he can forget about escaping."

"Pass down the order to the battalion of the 5th Field Heavy Artillery Brigade that was attached to us, and have it come here immediately."

I don't want to hear any excuses like muddy roads or tired mules and horses.

Tell them that they must reach the battlefield within ten hours and complete the construction of the firing positions.

I will use the most intense artillery fire to completely tear apart this tortoise-shell-like defensive line of the Chinese.

"Hai!" the adjutant quickly wrote down.