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

On the anti-tank gun emplacement, the artillerymen were trembling with excitement as they looked at their victory.

The platoon leader wiped the sweat from his face and roared:

"What are you still standing there for?"

The division commander said that we would move on after the battle.

"Quickly, mount the cannons on the mules and retreat to the second position."

The soldiers then realized what was happening and hurriedly dragged the several-hundred-pound anti-tank gun out of its concealed position, harnessed it to the mules that had been prepared beforehand, and pulled it towards the rear.

They had just left less than five minutes ago.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

The Japanese retaliatory artillery fire covered their original gun positions.

But it was already empty.

-----

In the distance, five kilometers north of Teng County.

The hidden command post of the Setani Detachment was deathly silent.

Major General Kei Seya held the artillery scope with both hands, staring intently ahead.

In sight, the four Type 94 tanks, on which so much hope had been placed, had now become four burning piles of scrap metal.

Thick, dark red smoke shot straight into the sky, as if mocking his earlier arrogance.

Behind the wreckage of the tanks, hundreds of infantrymen were scrambling and crawling through the muddy wheat fields like stray dogs whose tails had been stepped on.

Kei Seya's expression changed drastically at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His initial flush of excitement quickly turned into a furious ashen color.

Then, it faded from a dark blue to a deathly pale color, devoid of any blood.

"Anti-tank guns..."

Kei Seya put down the binoculars, his hands trembling slightly uncontrollably, his voice dry and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing together:

"How come these Sichuan troops have anti-tank guns?"

Those incompetent idiots in the intelligence department!

Didn't they swear they were a beggar's army that couldn't even afford rifles?!

The staff officers around him remained silent, none daring to provoke them at this moment.

Kei Seya's mind was racing, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Could it be Lin Feng?

As far as he knew, the current Great Xia army was the only one that could so fully equip its front-line troops with small-caliber anti-tank guns.

Aside from the core German-equipped elite units of the Central Army, there was only Lin Feng, the Black Tengu, whose reputation was shrouded in mystery.

"hiss--"

Kei Seya gasped, a terrifying thought growing wildly in his mind.

Could it be that Lin Feng's main force is not in the rear at all?

Could it be that his 33rd Army Corps has taken off its fine German-style uniforms and put on tattered gray cloth uniforms?

Disguised as Sichuan soldiers, they're lying in ambush on this battlefield in Teng County, their jaws wide open, waiting for me to crawl in!

In an instant, Seya Kei, who usually loved studying the Chinese classic "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," had many thoughts.

He thought of Pang Tong's death at Luofeng Slope and Zhuge Liang's burning of Shangfang Valley.

"The terrain here is flat. Although it's not a valley, what if the Chinese have hidden a large number of heavy artillery pieces and tanks..."

The more Kei Seya thought about it, the more a chill ran down his spine.

"Could it be that Lin Feng, that cunning fellow, is planning to pull off another 'pretending to be weak to catch a tiger' trick right here in Teng County?"

"You want to swallow my entire squad, Kei Seya, whole?!"

"Send a telegram to the division headquarters immediately!"

Kei Seya suddenly turned around and roared:

"Request air support to bomb the enemy positions and conduct aerial reconnaissance over a 40km radius around Tengxian County."

Furthermore, all troops at the front were ordered to immediately cease their offensive and transition to defense.

One of the operations staff officers paused for a moment, glanced at his watch, and whispered a reminder:

"Brigade Commander, didn't we just say we were going to take Teng County before sunset and have dinner in the city..."

"Baka yarou".

"Smack."

Seya Kei slapped the staff officer hard across the face, sending him spinning halfway around, blood spurting from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want all your precious tanks to become scrap metal under the muzzles of Chinese cannons?!"

With bloodshot eyes, Seya Kei pointed at the staff officer's nose and roared:

"Immediately dispatch all scouts."

Reconnoiter for me.

We must find out which unit the Chinese people we are facing belong to.

Just how much anti-tank firepower and heavy artillery is hidden there?

Execute the command.

"Hi! Hi!"

The staff officer, clutching his swollen cheek, scrambled off to issue the order.

Kei Seya picked up his binoculars again and looked at the seemingly calm, even somewhat dilapidated, Sichuan Army positions in the distance.

For the first time, his gaze became extremely solemn and wary.

-----

Meanwhile, in the rear area, in Jiawang County.

Inside the headquarters of the 33rd Army Corps, the atmosphere was relaxed.

"Haha, Commander-in-Chief Sun, it's nothing, no need to thank me."

Lin Feng held the phone receiver in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Everyone was fighting to resist the Japanese invasion and protect the country."

If those Japanese devils dare to be so arrogant, we'll smash their turtle shells.

Okay, okay. If there are any difficulties at the front, call the theater command anytime, and I will provide support immediately.

Commander-in-Chief Sun, take care.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and felt great.

The call was from Sun Zhen, commander-in-chief of the 22nd Group Army of the Sichuan Army, whose tone was full of excitement and gratitude.

Not only were we grateful to Lin Feng for the anti-tank guns that he had given away for half the price, which had performed a great service this morning, but we were also grateful to the planes that Lin Feng had sent out, which had given the Japanese soldiers in front of us a good beating.

"It is my duty, Lin, to help our allies bomb the Japanese."

Lin Feng chuckled to himself.

This deal is too good to pass up.

It can effectively weaken the Japanese heavy firepower and also earn a lot of merit points from the system.

He could also gain immense favors from the various miscellaneous military commanders in the Fifth War Zone.

Why not?

At this moment, the roar of engines at the several field airfields around Jiawang has been almost non-stop.

Ground crew, shirtless, raced down the runway pushing heavy bomb carts.

24架Ju-87斯图卡俯冲轰炸机，再加上几十架在机腹下挂载了4发50公斤小型航空炸弹的BF-109E战斗机。

They formed an extremely terrifying tactical strike force on the Great Xia battlefield.

They began frantically "licking the ground" on the plains of southern Shandong.

Are the Sichuan Army in trouble?

Fly over and explode.

The Northwest Army's defenses were hit by heavy artillery fire from the Japanese.

Fly over and explode.

The Japanese infantrymen took off their shirts again and started yelling and charging like pigs.

Fly over, sweep with machine guns, and bomb.

As long as the frontline is a positional war, and as long as friendly forces can lay out white cloths at the front of the position as a marker for identifying friend or foe.

As long as it's not the kind of mobile warfare where the enemy and our side are locked in a fierce battle and it's hard to tell who's who.

Lin Feng's independent air force was willing to go out and help out!

Of course, Lin Feng was also well aware of this.

The independent air force under his command was ultimately just a tactical air force at the level of the early stages of World War II.

Limited by the communication technology of this era, both friend-or-foe identification and battlefield communication were extremely primitive.

It's impossible for them to pull off something like the White Eagles in the Gulf War, where "infantry call, air force responds on call, and laser-guided precision bombing occurs immediately."

Often, pilots could only rely on the naked eye to discern the direction of trenches and markers laid by friendly forces on the ground.

But even so.

For those local ragtag troops who fought bloody battles on the front lines and were previously only slaughtered by Japanese planes, this was a stark contrast to the situation in Japan.

This treatment far exceeded the best they could have imagined.