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

The Huangtiangang front line has become a giant meat grinder.

The Japanese soldiers launched wave after wave of attacks.

The figures, tanned in yellow, surged forward like a tide across the smoke-filled open ground.

Using shell craters and corpses as cover, they advanced in shifts, their movements swift and ruthless.

"beat!"

In the trenches, the shouts of officers of all ranks were almost drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

"Bang bang bang bang bang——"

Rifles, submachine guns, light and heavy machine guns—all the weapons capable of firing were spitting fire.

Bullets rained down on the charging Japanese soldiers like water.

Japanese soldiers kept falling, but more Japanese soldiers stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued to charge forward.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred and fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

"Grenade!"

Rows of wooden-handled grenades were thrown out, tracing parabolic arcs in the air before landing among the Japanese soldiers.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

The explosions were a constant series of flashes.

The shrapnel and shockwave knocked the approaching Japanese soldiers to the ground.

But the Japanese soldiers were also returning fire with their grenade launchers and machine guns.

Many Japanese soldiers simply used the corpses of their own men as cover when firing their grenade launchers.

Type 91 grenades were fired from the grenade launcher and landed near the trenches.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several soldiers who were unable to dodge were blown away.

Blood and bits of flesh splattered on the earthen walls of the trenches, a horrifying sight.

The casualties of the Provisional 50th Division are rising.

Many of the newly recruited soldiers, experiencing such a fierce battle for the first time, were pale-faced and their hands trembled as they gripped their guns.

"Don't panic, stay calm."

An old soldier with a scar on his face lay beside a young recruit, his voice hoarse yet carrying an air of recklessness:

"Son, the more afraid you are of death, the sooner you will die!"

Do you see that Japanese soldier with the command sword?

Aim at him, but don't rush to fire.

Take a deep breath and slowly pull the trigger.

The recruits were panting heavily, sweat streaming down their foreheads.

He raised the Type 24 rifle in his hand with trembling hands, and adjusted the sight to 300.

Squinting one eye, he aimed through the notched slit in the rearview camera at a Japanese sergeant in the distance who was waving his sword and urging his soldiers to charge.

The distance is approximately 250 meters.

"Don't think you have to hit the target."

Just treat it as regular training.

"Three points in a straight line, hold your breath."

The veteran's voice seemed to have a magical power, calming the new recruits down a bit.

Following the veteran's instructions, he took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and gently pulled the trigger during the exhalation.

"Bang!"

The gun trembled slightly.

In the distance, the Japanese sergeant waving his sword suddenly froze, then fell straight backward.

The sword flew out of his hand, tracing an arc in the air before embedding itself in the soil.

"You...you hit him?"

The new recruits could hardly believe their eyes.

"Hit!"

The veteran patted him hard on the shoulder:

"Well done, kid."

But don't just stand there, quick, let's move to another place.

He pulled the new recruit along, crouched low, and quickly moved more than ten meters in the trench to another firing position.

Almost at the same time they left the spot.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

A grenade fired from a grenade launcher landed precisely where they had just been standing.

The dirt was blasted into the air, and the falling dust covered them.

The recruit glanced at his old spot with lingering fear, his heart pounding.

"See that?"

The veteran grinned, revealing teeth stained yellow by tobacco:

"Hit and run."

Otherwise, the Japanese grenade launchers and machine guns would soon be coming after us.

The recruit nodded heavily, the fear in his eyes gradually being replaced by something called "experience".

He began to learn from the veterans: find a target, calmly aim, fire decisively, and then quickly move away.

More and more new recruits are rapidly growing in this crucible of blood and fire.

They may not be very skilled yet, and their shooting accuracy may not be high enough.

But at least, they are no longer headless flies, no longer blindly pulling the trigger.

They began to learn how to use cover, how to observe the bullet impact point to correct their shooting, and how to quickly take cover after firing.

This is war.

It's cruel, but it can make people grow up at the fastest speed.

Even so, the 50th Provisional Division still faced immense pressure in the face of the Japanese's fierce attack.

Several hours later, the number of casualties on the front line had exceeded five hundred.

In some areas, the trenches were breached, and both sides engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat.

"Order the 3rd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment to immediately advance and reinforce."

In the regimental headquarters, Zhang Wenzhong roared into the phone:

"Tell the Third Regiment Commander to transfer his strongest battalion to me."

To fill the gap at the junction of the First and Third Battalions.

Go quickly!

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Wenzhong wiped the sweat and dust from his face.

He walked to the observation hole, raised his binoculars, and looked out at the battlefield.

The entire open area was filled with Japanese soldiers.

Judging from their clothing, weapons, and the intensity and coordination of their attack, this was definitely not a small force.

One batch is taken down, and another batch immediately rushes in.

They are at least the main force of most of the teams.

On the front lines, many machine guns and mortars have overheated from continuous firing.

"It seems that old Japanese devil Kunisaki Noboru has staked everything on this."

Zhang Wenzhong muttered to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He turned to an aide and said:

"If you need to find someone, use the regimental radio to send a telegram to the commander."

It is said that the main force of the Japanese army has entered the Huangtiangang front line.

Our unit suffered heavy casualties, but we were still able to hold on.

Commander, please proceed according to plan.

"yes!"

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Meanwhile, about ten kilometers northwest of Huangtian Port.

Lin Feng's command post has moved to the back of a small earthen mound.

Here, it's less than ten kilometers from the Japanese rear.

Along the way, the troops encountered many Japanese scouts and patrols.

The armored reconnaissance company's motorcycles and armored vehicles, with their speed and firepower advantage, quickly wiped out these small groups of enemies.

But Lin Feng knew that the commotion from the battle must have already alerted Kunisaki Noboru.

"Commander, we just wiped out another squad of Japanese cavalry scouts."

Zhao Dashan came over to report:

"Judging from the direction, it came from Huangtian Port."

I reckon Kunisaki already knows we're behind him.

"Um."

Lin Feng nodded, his right hand unconsciously touching his nose:

"It's good that you know."

Now is the time to race against time.

Let's see if he breaks through the 50th Provisional Division's lines first, or if we puncture his rear first.

He walked to the map and pointed to several key locations:

"Order the artillery regiment to select positions on the spot and deploy quickly."

Twelve LeFH18 105mm howitzers, two SFH 18 150mm heavy howitzers, and the five captured Japanese 105mm howitzers.

Set them all up.

Firing parameters are prepared according to the pre-defined coordinates.

"yes!"

"Order the First Honor Brigade, Tank Regiment, to depart immediately."

We followed this dirt road, heading straight behind the Japanese troops.

"Don't linger in battle. There's only one objective: to join forces with the Provisional 50th Division to encircle Kunisaki, one in the front and one in the rear, and trap him in this bellows!"