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

"Your Mightiness."

Upon hearing this, the staff officers in the command post all knelt down and burst into tears.

Burning the military flag, in the tradition of the Japanese army, meant that the organization of this unit was about to be completely destroyed.

This is the most utter despair, and also the last vestige of dignity.

The orderly brought over a half-empty tin gasoline drum and placed it in the center of the command post.

Kunisaki Noboru stood up, swaying as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He walked to a tin box, unlocked it with trembling hands, and solemnly took out the flag that represented the honor of the Ninth Brigade.

The rising sun on the flag was still bright red, but under the dim light, it looked so glaring and ironic.

He threw the flag, along with stacks of classified documents and battle plans on the table, into the tin bucket.

"Snap—"

A match was struck and lit.

A faint flame flickered on Kunisaki Noboru's trembling fingertips.

He released his grip, and the match fell into the bucket.

The gasoline-soaked paper and cloth were instantly ignited, and with a "boom," flames shot into the sky.

The flickering firelight illuminated Kunisaki Noboru's pale, bloodless face.

His mood was even darker than the ashes after the fire.

He stared intently at the military flag that was gradually curling up and turning into charcoal in the flames, the resentment in his heart gnawing at his soul like a venomous snake.

"Is this where my military career is going to end?"

He was screaming wildly in his heart.

"I am a graduate of the Army University, a Major General of the Empire!"

Is this where we're headed?

"Did he die at the hands of an unknown, twenty-something-year-old ragtag army commander from the Great Xia?"

What terrified and humiliated him even more was...

If he dies here, he will become the first Imperial Major General to die at the hands of the Great Xia people since the start of the full-scale war.

This was not only a personal disgrace to him, but also a great humiliation to the entire Imperial Army.

His name will be forever nailed to the pillar of historical shame, becoming a negative example for future generations to laugh at.

"I'm not reconciled..."

Kunisaki gripped his hair tightly with both hands, letting out a mournful howl like a dying beast.

"I'm not reconciled!!!"

Outside the command post, Lin Feng's heavy artillery continued its relentless roar.

Every explosion tolled the final death knell for this once invincible elite Japanese force.

-----

On the fourth day, dawn broke.

The mist on the river had not yet dissipated, but a strong sense of impending doom permeated the air.

The night before, the last few units of the Provisional 51st Division and the Independent 1st Division had also marched overnight to their designated positions.

At this point, the encirclement of the remnants of the Kunisaki Detachment by the Provisional 8th Army was completely closed, and not even a fly could escape.

"fire!"

With Lin Feng's command.

More than thirty cannons with a caliber of 100 mm or larger.

A total of twenty-four 120mm heavy mortars.

Nearly one hundred 75mm caliber mountain guns and field guns of various types.

There are also countless 81mm and 60mm small-caliber mortars.

At the same time, a deafening roar was unleashed.

A true volley of cannon fire.

The dense barrage of shells rained down on the Japanese troops' already riddled core positions.

Lin Feng stood on high ground, holding up binoculars, watching the sea of ​​fire and towering smoke rising from the Japanese positions.

He thought the scene was absolutely spectacular, a perfect cure for "fear of insufficient firepower".

But at the same time, his heart was bleeding.

"When the cannons roar, gold pours in..."

Lin Feng touched his empty pockets, feeling like crying but having no tears left.

That's all money being spent.

Even though the price of ammunition purchased within the system was already very low, the previous continuous battles, coupled with the saturation artillery preparation in the last half hour, still wiped out the last tens of thousands of dollars he had left.

All the hard-earned savings were wiped out in an instant.

"However, it was worth the money."

Seeing the Japanese positions completely plowed into scorched earth, Lin Feng gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The time has come to exactly 9:00 AM.

Lin Feng put down his binoculars, turned around, and waved his hand fiercely at the communications officer who was standing in front of the telephone.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

In the distance, three dazzling signal flares soared into the sky.

Green-Red-Green.

This is the signal for a general offensive.

"By order of Commander Lin, the general offensive begins!"

"The final assault begins!"

Telephone lines and radio waves instantly transmitted this menacing order to every corner of the encirclement.

"Drip drip drip drip—"

The stirring bugle calls rang out simultaneously from all directions, tearing through the sky above the riverbank.

暂编第8军下属的荣誉1旅，暂编第50师、第51师，以及新成立的独立1师。

The massive force of three divisions and a brigade was like a flood that had burst its banks.

From the east, west, and north, they launched an overwhelming concentric assault on the Japanese core positions along the river.

The last few thousand Japanese soldiers of the Kunisaki Detachment were now compressed into an extremely narrow terrain.

After half an hour of artillery fire plowing back and forth, coupled with several days of water shortage, food shortage, and lack of ammunition.

They have almost completely lost their ability to resist.

Many Japanese soldiers were too weak to even lift their guns and could only lie in despair in the shell craters, their eyes blankly watching the approaching Xia soldiers.

The advance of Lin Feng's troops was astonishingly fast.

Armed with submachine guns and light machine guns, and under the cover of Jagdpanzer III tanks, they continuously broke through the Japanese's dilapidated defenses.

Like peeling an orange, they relentlessly and layer by layer dismantled the Japanese army's circular defensive line.

Wherever it went, it destroyed everything in its path.

Those Japanese soldiers who dared to resist were instantly riddled with bullets; those who lost the ability to resist were mercilessly shot to death.

It was 1 p.m. that day.

The encirclement has been compressed to within 600 meters of Kunisaki Noboru's command post.

The dense gunfire and deafening shouts of battle were already clearly audible, as if they were exploding right next to our ears.

Inside the semi-underground command post.

Kunisaki Noboru's face was ashen. He straightened his tattered and mud-covered uniform and gave his final order to the communications officer:

"A farewell telegram was sent to the Central China Army Headquarters."

His voice was unusually calm, yet it carried a deathly stillness.

"It is clear that our Saki Detachment has reached its final moment."

The entire army will fight to the last man, sacrificing themselves for His Majesty the Heavenly Locust!

"Hai!"

With tears in his eyes and trembling fingers, the communications officer typed out the last line of Morse code.

"Smash it," Kunisaki Noboru said coldly.

Several staff officers immediately picked up their rifle butts and hammers, smashing the radio into a pile of sparking scrap metal.

Then, they poured gasoline on all the remaining supplies, maps, and even tables and chairs in the command post and burned them to the ground.

The blazing firelight illuminated the despairing faces of these Japanese officers.

Gentlemen.

Kunisaki Noboru drew his general's sword and looked around at the dozen or so staff officers and guards remaining in the command post.

"Yamato soldiers only fight to the death, never surrender."

He gripped the knife with both hands, raised it high, and let out a hoarse, beast-like roar:

"Black Card Incident, Banzai!"

"Onboard!"

A dozen or so Japanese officers and soldiers, bayonets at their feet and pistols in hand, followed their brigade commander, who had gone mad, as they rushed out of the burning command post.

Facing a dense hail of bullets from the Great Xia army, they launched a final, pointless charge of annihilation.