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

"What's that sound?" The pockmarked platoon leader paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up.

next second.

Countless 105mm high-explosive mountain gun shells, like falling meteorites, slammed heavily onto the puppet troops' positions.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

The deafening explosions instantly merged into one, as if an earthquake had struck the entire east bank of the ferry crossing.

The violent shockwave, mixed with scorching shrapnel, swept across the puppet troops' trenches like wheat being harvested.

The opium-smoking veteran who was just boasting was instantly vaporized along with the soil beneath him by a direct hit from a shell, leaving not even a piece of his flesh behind.

The machine gun emplacements made of sandbags were as fragile as paper in the face of a 105mm heavy cannon.

It was instantly blasted to pieces; the heavy Maxim machine gun was blown into the air and twisted into scrap metal.

Limbs and fragments mixed with mud and sandbags flew through the air.

With just one volley, more than half of the puppet troops in these two companies were killed or wounded. The rest were all terrified and lay in the mud, defecating and urinating, not daring to lift their heads.

At this time, on the west bank of the Yi River.

In a dense forest.

Zhang Wenzhong, commander of the newly formed Eighth Army, was holding a high-powered artillery scope, staring intently at the tragic scene on the opposite bank.

Looking at the puppet troops crying and screaming after being bombed, Zhang Wenzhong grinned and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"That feels great, fucking great!"

Zhang Wenzhong slapped his thigh and roared excitedly:

"A big pipe feels so good."

The Bofors 105mm mountain gun that the commander assigned to us, although its range is not as good as those heavy howitzers.

But the amount of explosive charge and the explosive yield are truly impressive!

The dilapidated trenches dug by the other side were blasted away with a single shell, saving us the trouble of burying people.

He lowered his artillery scope, drew his sidearm sharply from his waist, and swung it forward:

"Quickly, strike while the iron is hot and kill him."

"Stewards engineer company, build a pontoon bridge immediately!"

With Zhang Wenzhong's order.

The engineering corps, hidden at the edge of the woods, immediately charged out like tigers descending a mountain.

Bare-chested, braving the cold spring rain, they carried heavy assault boats, small wooden boats, bundles of ropes, and thick planks, rushing madly towards the river.

"One, two, three, go!"

"Hurry up, link the boats together."

The engineers moved swiftly across the muddy riverbank, quickly pushing small boats into the water, securing them with ropes, and then laying planks on them.

At the same time, an infantry battalion of the 107th Division also quickly deployed on the riverbank.

Once the light and heavy machine guns were set up, their dark muzzles were fixed on the opposite bank, providing cover for the engineers as they carried out their work.

And on the positions a few kilometers behind them.

The artillery regiment directly under the 107th Division is on high alert.

All 24 75mm mountain guns, plus 12 105mm mountain guns, have had their gun covers removed, revealing their proudly raised barrels.

The artillerymen held the gleaming yellow shells, ready to load them at any moment.

As long as the puppet troops or Japanese soldiers on the other side react and dare to launch a counterattack on the river bend.

These 36 cannons will immediately teach them a lesson with the densest barrage of bullets.

However, the fierce counterattack that Zhang Wenzhong had anticipated did not come.

The remaining puppet troops on the opposite bank had long been terrified by that round of heavy artillery fire and fled to the rear in a panic, unable to mount any effective resistance.

In less than an hour, three simple pontoon bridges spanned the Yi River.

"Continue to build pontoon bridges, with one regiment leading the way, and the entire army crossing the river."

As the bugle sounded, the vanguard of the 107th Division, armed with assault rifles, charged across the pontoon bridge to the opposite bank.

-----

Heading towards the city, forward command post.

"Report, urgent telegram from Commander Zhang."

The confidential staff officer rushed in, his face beaming with joy:

"Our army has successfully crossed the Yi River and established a bridgehead on the east bank."

We are currently advancing rapidly towards the enemy's flank and rear, preparing to cut off their retreat.

"it is good."

Upon receiving the news, Lin Feng's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He walked up to the sand table, looked at the location representing the great bend of the Yi River, and couldn't help but smile.

As a time traveler, he knew very well that this was the Eastern Front of World War II in Europe.

This is a section of the river with a gentle current, which is extremely suitable for large groups to cross the river.

It is definitely a strategic location that military strategists must fight over.

Both the Russian bear and the Hans would undoubtedly send tens of thousands of troops to fight for such a crossing, resulting in an extremely bloody and brutal tug-of-war.

The corpses could even block the river.

But here, on the battlefield of Great Xia.

The Japanese army's fatal weakness—a severe shortage of troops and an inability to form a continuous defensive line—was exposed at this moment.

Although Itagaki Seishiro was known as a famous general of the empire, he only had a small number of men under his command.

They had to attack the city while also defending the long flank, leaving them with very limited resources.

They could only send a group of incompetent puppet troops to deal with the matter perfunctorily.

As a result, Lin Feng's two main divisions crossed this formidable pass with almost no bloodshed and with great ease.

"Old devil Itagaki, your flank is completely rotten."

Lin Feng picked up a red pencil and drew a huge semicircle on the sand table, tightly enclosing the symbols representing the puppet army and the Japanese regiment within it.

"Now, it's up to you how you respond."

-----

March 18th, afternoon.

Inside a landlord's compound outside Linyi City that was forcibly requisitioned.

A group of soldiers wearing yellow-green military uniforms and peaked caps with five-pointed stars were going in and out.

Several charcoal braziers were burning in the room, making it warm and cozy.

One second ago, this notorious bandit known as "Liu Heiqi" was sprawled out in a grand chair.

He held the wine cup in one hand and slurped down the Fenjiu liquor in one gulp.

With his other hand, he was roughly embracing a woman he had just abducted from a nearby village, groping her wantonly.

"Haha, little beauty, don't be afraid."

Liu Guitang exhaled a breath of alcohol, his face full of lewd laughter:

"After I followed Itagaki Taijun and conquered Linyi City."

I am the local tyrant of southern Shandong.

"At that time, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury, wearing gold and silver..."

His dream wasn't over yet.

"Bang!"

The command post door was pushed open very roughly.

A puppet army messenger, covered in blood and having lost his hat in the process, stumbled in and fell heavily onto the blue brick floor.

"Commander, something terrible has happened!"

The messenger shouted, his voice trembling with tears:

"The flank... the ferry crossing on the flank has been lost!"

Countless troops marched in from the other side; the mountains and fields were teeming with people.

Their artillery fire was ten times more powerful than the Japanese heavy artillery; the two companies we left behind by the river were all wiped out, not even a single body remained.

"What?!"

Liu Guitang's lewd smile froze instantly.

He suddenly stood up and shoved the woman in his arms to the ground like a broken sack of potatoes.

"What the hell are you spouting?!"

Liu Guitang rushed forward, grabbed the messenger by the collar, his eyes wide open:

"Didn't Itagaki-sama say that the elite of the Central Army were all scattered in the south?"

Didn't they say that the Central Army's heavy artillery regiments had been abolished long ago?

Where did the enemy come from? Where did this artillery fire, even fiercer than the Japanese devils', come from?!

As a notorious bandit who had spent decades roaming the underworld, Liu Guitang had an extremely keen sense of smell.

He knew all too well what this army, with its "extremely fierce artillery fire and extremely rapid river crossing," meant.

This is definitely not some ragtag local army.

This is an absolutely elite force that you can't afford to mess with.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Liu Guitang's forehead and dripped into his eye, stinging painfully.

Beside him, the puppet army's chief of staff swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he reminded him:

"Commander... what do you think, could it be...?"

Could it be Lin Feng and his 33rd Legion, who's been making waves lately?

"Lin Feng?!"

Upon hearing this name, Liu Guitang felt his legs go weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.