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

Kunisaki Noboru held up his binoculars, carefully observing the battle situation on the front lines.

In the telescope's field of view, smoke filled the air and firelight flickered.

The tan figures and the bluish-gray figures repeatedly tugged and entangled between the trenches and shell craters.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a contemptuous, somewhat smug smile.

"Ara, ara..."

He lowered his binoculars and said to his chief of staff beside him:

"I thought Lin Feng's troops were some kind of formidable force."

In retrospect, they were nothing more than the average level of a German-equipped division in the Central Army of China.

According to Kunisaki Noboru, the Chinese soldiers on the front lines were indeed very resilient in their will to resist.

Even under such fierce attacks, they did not collapse and continued to fight back tenaciously.

Even more courageously, the opposing commander organized several bayonet counter-charges, driving his troops out of the trenches.

but.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the resistance on the other side was already waning.

The firepower density has decreased significantly.

Many areas that should have been blocked by heavy machine guns are now only filled with the sporadic sounds of rifles.

The shells also became sparser, far less dense and accurate than at the beginning of the war.

More importantly, the casualties of the Chinese army were visibly increasing.

Bodies and wounded were constantly being carried down from the trenches, and the new recruits who came in to replace them were clumsy and their shooting was chaotic.

Just now, the 41st Regiment's attack failed once again.

But this time, Kunisaki Noboru did not get angry.

Because he could see very clearly that his troops had completely breached the enemy's first trench in this attack.

However, subsequent reinforcements were intercepted by the remaining enemy artillery fire and failed to provide timely support, which led to the vanguard being driven out by Chinese reinforcements.

The most difficult semi-underground bunkers, reinforced with steel plates and logs, were completely eliminated one by one by heavy artillery and his infantry using explosive charges and cluster grenades during the more than one day of bloody fighting.

"At this rate..."

Kunisaki Noboru stroked his neatly trimmed mustache, a victorious glint in his eyes:

"One more day, at most one and a half days."

The enemy's reserves will be completely exhausted on the front line.

At that point, their defenses will be like overripe persimmons, collapsing completely at the slightest touch.

He seemed to see the dawn of victory.

They saw the arrogant Lin Feng being trampled under his feet.

I saw the commendation order issued by headquarters.

I saw the star on his shoulder, shining brightly in the sunlight.

"Someone come here."

Kunisaki Noboru, full of vigor, summoned an advisor:

"Tell the field heavy artillery battalion behind to order them to conduct... well, five more rounds of shelling."

No, a three-wheeled vehicle, I suppose.

He thought for a moment, then added:

"In addition, the mountain artillery regiment should increase its support efforts."

Tell those stingy artillery officers not to be frugal with their ammunition.

Problems that can be solved with 75mm shells should be solved with 75mm shells whenever possible.

As a member of the "poor imperialists," Kunisaki Tomo is still quite frugal at heart.

150mm shells are truly precious; every one fired is one less available.

Save where you can.

Why waste those expensive heavy artillery shells when you can resolve the battle with cheap 75mm shells?

The staff officer accepted the order and left.

Kunisaki Noboru raised his binoculars again, ready to watch his artillerymen use three rounds of precise heavy artillery bombardment to completely shatter the last will of resistance of the Chinese.

He had even begun to conceive his victory speech in his mind.

however.

Just as he was immersed in his beautiful fantasy.

The staff officer who had just left rushed back.

Moreover, he scrambled back home.

"Major General...Major General! Um...um..."

The staff officer was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he could barely speak.

"Baka!"

Kunisaki Noboru frowned and reprimanded him with displeasure:

"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and in such a hurry?"

"Tell me what happened."

"Look...look!"

The staff officer disregarded etiquette, grabbed Kunisaki Noboru's arm, pointed to the rear of the command post, and his voice trembled:

"Look over there!"

Kunisaki Noboru turned around impatiently and looked in the direction he was pointing.

then.

His eyes widened instantly.

Behind the command post, several kilometers away, smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Even more terrifying, a small mushroom cloud rose from the center of the smoke and dust?

The dark gray mushroom cloud was slowly expanding and rising, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of a clear sky.

Accompanying the mushroom cloud was a series of muffled explosions, like rolling thunder.

Even from this distance, I could clearly feel the vibrations coming from the ground beneath my feet.

"Baka...baka!?"

Kunisaki Noboru's mind went blank with a "buzz".

His mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

That direction...

That location...

Isn't that the position of his field heavy artillery battalion?!

"That is..."

His voice was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed:

"My artillery?"

After a brief silence.

A heart-wrenching, beast-like roar erupted from Kunisaki Noboru's throat:

"My artillery!!"

The voice was filled with shock, anger, despair, and... boundless fear.

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At the same time, Lin Feng's assault troops were advancing rapidly into the rear of the Japanese forces.

Speed ​​is of the essence in war.

It's all about exploiting a time difference.

The key is to strike unexpectedly.

The vanguard was a rapid column composed of motorcycles and armored reconnaissance vehicles.

Like a sharp knife, they pierced the weakest point of the Japanese defenses—their underbelly—along the dirt roads and fields.

Soon, they crashed into their first target.

The Japanese troops deployed medical stations and cooking stations in the rear.

It was a temporary campsite set up near a grove of trees.

A few tents, a few steaming pots, and some mules and vehicles.

Dozens of Japanese medics and cooks were busy at work.

They never expected that the enemy would suddenly appear in their rear.

And such a large number of mobile units, moving so fast.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Japanese soldiers in the camp only woke up when they heard the sounds of motorcycle engines and armored vehicle tracks.

But it was too late.

A small squad of Japanese soldiers responsible for guarding the camp hastily set up a machine gun in an attempt to resist.

"Da da da da—"

"Knock knock knock knock—"

They were met with the roar of MG42 machine guns and the boom of 20mm autocannons.

Just one glance.

The Japanese soldiers in that squad were riddled with bullets.

Motorcycles and armored vehicles rampaged through the camp like tigers among sheep.

Machine gun fire, wheels crushing.

Screams, explosions, and the roar of engines filled the air.

In just ten minutes, the entire camp was cleared.