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

The sound coming from afar was really strange.

It wasn't the dull "boom" of traditional artillery firing, but an extremely sharp, piercing tearing sound.

It's like hundreds or thousands of rusty saws rubbing against a steel plate at the same time, making your teeth ache and your heart pound.

"What?!"

The major looked up in confusion, gazing in the direction from which the sound came.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

He witnessed a breathtaking scene that he would never forget.

Suddenly, countless black dots appeared in the distant sky.

These black dots trailed long, blinding white plumes of smoke, like a meteor shower flying backwards, obscuring half the sky.

After reaching their highest point, they began to plummet rapidly, accompanied by a chilling, mournful cry, heading straight for the village.

Those weren't just a few shells.

It was a torrential downpour of steel and flames.

"Fire...fire rained down from the sky?"

The major's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Mouth, unconsciously opened.

His lips trembled violently, and the sword in his hand fell limply to his side.

He even forgot to give the order to take cover, and just stared blankly at the rain of death, his mind a complete blank.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—"

Seventy-two 150mm high-explosive rockets struck the small village without leaving any blind spots in just a few seconds.

The earth was trembling.

The sky is on fire.

Destruction arrived as expected.

The powerful explosion generated a high-pressure shockwave that swept through the area like a storm, tearing houses apart instantly as if they were made of paper.

The towering flames and thick smoke completely engulfed the entire village.

"Drip drip drip drip—"

The resounding bugle call pierced through the still-lingering thick smoke.

Accompanying this was the chilling roar of the engine.

Before the smoke from the rocket artillery had completely cleared, Lin Feng's assault troops had already launched a general offensive.

Several BMW sidecar motorcycles and armored reconnaissance vehicles, like sharp blades tearing through the fog, rushed to the front.

Behind them were a large number of infantrymen from the 1st Regiment of the 1st Honor Brigade, who had just jumped off trucks.

Armed with their weapons, they formed a skirmish line, treading on the scorched earth, and pounced on the ruins like wolves and tigers.

The village has become a living hell.

The bombardment of 72 150mm high-explosive rockets nearly leveled the already small village.

Everywhere there were ruins and rubble, and the burning wooden beams crackled and popped.

The Japanese major struggled to his feet from a pile of rubble.

He looks utterly miserable now.

The left arm was missing, the cut was a bloody mess, and the white bone was exposed.

Blood streamed down his forehead, obscuring his right eye.

But he gritted his teeth and used his remaining right hand to pull out the broken command sword, trying to stand up and direct the defense.

"Counterattack...fire..."

He roared in a hoarse voice, but his voice was so weak that even he could barely hear it.

However, after experiencing a terrifying rocket artillery barrage, this Japanese battalion was completely disorganized and could no longer provide an effective defense.

Amidst the ruins, a few surviving Japanese artillerymen desperately pushed out the only two remaining Type 92 infantry guns.

They had just aimed their guns at the oncoming armored vehicle, but hadn't had time to load the shells yet.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

"boom!"

The Sdkfz.222 and Sdkfz.234 armored vehicles leading the charge immediately spotted the target.

The 20mm autocannons and 50mm long-barreled guns were precisely named.

An infantry gun was hit by a 20mm high-explosive shell, its gun shield was riddled with holes, and the gunner was instantly turned into mincemeat.

The other one was hit directly by a 50mm high-explosive shell, and the cannon and its crew were blown to pieces.

Several Japanese Type 92 heavy machine guns that attempted to open fire were given special attention.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—"

The MG42 general-purpose machine guns in the sidecars of motorcycles and on armored vehicles emitted a sickeningly loud tearing sound.

A dense barrage of fire instantly covered the Japanese machine gun positions.

The gunfire sent bricks and stones flying everywhere on the ruins, and the Japanese machine gunners couldn't even lift their heads; if they peeked out, they would be blown to the head.

These Japanese soldiers always relied on their superior equipment—airplanes, artillery, and heavy machine guns—to bully the poorly armed Daxia troops on the battlefield.

Today, they finally experienced the frustration and despair of being completely suppressed by an overwhelming equipment advantage.

The Japanese artillery was silenced, and their heavy machine guns fell silent.

The machine gunners of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Honor Brigade, who were attacking, could then fire with impunity.

Under the cover of the MG42s, the infantry quickly closed the distance.

"Grenade!"

The assault team members at the forefront all pulled out their M24 wooden-handled grenades, lit the fuses, and threw them with all their might.

A barrage of grenades landed precisely in the ruins where the Japanese soldiers were hiding and in the remaining trenches.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Amidst the series of explosions, the remaining Japanese soldiers screamed and howled in terror.

Taking advantage of the smoke from the explosion, the infantrymen, armed with MP40 submachine guns and StG44 assault rifles, stormed into the village like tigers descending a mountain.

The villagers had all fled before the war even began.

At this moment, in the narrow village, the two enemies met, their eyes blazing with hatred.

There's practically no need for any tactical maneuvers; they just raise their hands and shoot.

However, the technological gap in weaponry was magnified infinitely in urban warfare.

The Japanese soldiers were carrying Type 38 rifles, and they had to pull the bolt back after each shot.

The assault team, which served as the vanguard of the 1st Regiment, was equipped entirely with automatic weapons.

A Japanese soldier had just peeked out from behind the broken wall, before he could even aim.

"Da da da da—"

He was hit head-on by a burst of MP40 9mm pistol rounds, which riddled him with holes.

Another Japanese soldier, bayonet in hand, tried to fight to the death, but a short burst from an StG44 assault rifle sent three bursts of blood gushing from his chest, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The overwhelming firepower allowed the soldiers of the 1st Honor Regiment to completely dominate the Japanese.

Amidst the ruins, the desperate screams of Japanese soldiers and the crisp sound of assault rifles could be heard everywhere.

As for the main force of the armored regiment.

They didn't get involved in the street fighting to clear out the remaining enemy forces at all.

The Panzer III and Jagdpanzer III tank destroyers split in two on the outskirts of the village, their tracks kicking up clouds of dust as they quickly bypassed the burning village.

Their goal was clear: to continue advancing at full speed towards the direction where the main force of the Kunisaki Detachment was located.

-----

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield of Huangtian Port.

Zhang Wenzhong, commander of the Provisional 50th Division, lay prone in front of the observation hole of the regimental headquarters, holding up binoculars and staring intently at the position in front.

Suddenly, he noticed something was amiss.

The Japanese soldiers, who had been surging forward like a tide, suddenly halted their offensive.

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese soldiers who had been lying in the shell craters and in front of the trenches began to retreat while taking turns providing cover.

They retreated in a somewhat chaotic manner, even neglecting to take some wounded soldiers and heavy weapons with them.

This is not a tactical retreat.

This is a real rout.

Zhang Wenzhong's heart suddenly raced.

He immediately realized that it was the commander's side that had made the move.

Moreover, it must have hit Kunisaki Noboru's vitals, forcing him to withdraw his attacking troops to defend the rear.