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

Xu Fei lay prone in the mud, holding up binoculars, his eyes fixed on the distant battlefield.

He felt his breathing become heavy.

In their line of sight, the armored assault team of the 1st Honor Brigade was crushing the Japanese defenses with an extremely ferocious momentum.

The eight 38(t) light tanks leading the charge were not large, but they were extremely fast.

They moved nimbly across the muddy plains, their 37mm main guns and coaxial machine guns spitting fire wildly.

"Boom! Boom!"

High-explosive shells struck the Japanese sandbag fortifications with pinpoint accuracy, blasting the machine gunners who were trying to put up a stubborn resistance into the air, along with their guns.

Behind the tanks, seven oddly shaped Jagdpanzer mortars without rotating turrets acted as snipers, providing cover.

Every time their long 75mm main gun roared, it inevitably uprooted a strong Japanese firing point.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The heavy tracks relentlessly crushed the Japanese soldiers' sandbags, trenches, and even the wounded soldiers who were not quite dead yet.

The sickening sound of bones cracking, mixed with the agonizing screams of the Japanese soldiers, echoed across the battlefield.

Behind them, the infantrymen on the trucks also jumped off and scattered like a pack of wolves, charging towards the Japanese positions.

Through his binoculars, Xu Fei clearly saw the weapons in the hands of those infantrymen.

Those were not the Type 24 rifles, Type 24 light machine guns, or Czech light machine guns used by ordinary infantrymen.

Those armored infantrymen were all carrying elite German-made weapons.

The compact and powerful MP-40 submachine gun is like a deluge when firing at close range;

The STG44 assault rifle features a futuristic design, powerful firepower, and long range.

And then there's the MG42 general-purpose machine gun, with its terrifying rate of fire that could tear through linen, instantly suppressing the Japanese counter-fire.

"Damn, this firepower is absolutely overflowing!"

Xu Fei swallowed hard, feeling a pang of envy for his armored soldier comrades.

However, he quickly chuckled and put away the binoculars.

The armored forces' fierce attack has successfully drawn the attention of the Japanese infantry stationed on the defensive line around the Confucius Temple to the front.

"Sorry, guys, you guys keep fighting in the front, I'm going to raid their command post."

Xu Fei suddenly leaped out of the mud and grabbed the flower mechanism:

"Brothers, the armored corps brothers are here to steal our meat."

We can't let them buy all the big fish.

The entire company is ready; charge along the predetermined route.

There were no resounding bugle calls, nor deafening battle cries.

Xu Fei led his entire company of over a hundred men, using the bushes for cover, and quickly maneuvered westward.

They quickly descended into the waist-deep stream.

The icy river water, mixed with mud, instantly filled the military boots, making people shiver from the cold.

But no one spoke up; everyone gritted their teeth and waded through the water.

After crossing the river, there was a desolate, chaotic graveyard.

Everywhere there were tombstones leaning to one side and graves overgrown with weeds.

At this point, the battlefield was in complete chaos.

The deafening sounds of gunfire, artillery fire, and the roar of tanks from the front were accompanied by thick smoke.

Surprisingly, no Japanese soldiers noticed that their small team of over a hundred people was silently sneaking up from the flank and rear.

While crossing the mass grave, Xu Fei and his men encountered a small group of Japanese soldiers.

These dozen or so Japanese soldiers were lying prone behind a large burial mound, their backsides sticking out, nervously firing at the armored troops launching a fierce attack in the distance, completely unaware of what was behind them.

"Kill them."

Xu Fei made a hand gesture.

He carried the flower-shaped machine gun, while several machine gunners beside him carried Czech-made ones. They quietly crept to within twenty meters of the Japanese soldiers.

"Da da da! Da da da!"

A short but precise burst of bullets riddled the dozen or so Japanese soldiers with bullets, turning them into sieves before they could even turn their heads, leaving them limp and sprawling on the grave mound.

Beyond the mass grave, the Confucius Temple, half-collapsed by the Stuka bombs, suddenly appeared before us.

Xu Fei and his men hid behind a dilapidated mud house and peeked out to observe.

On the ruins of the Confucius Temple, a group of panicked Japanese soldiers, led by a major, were desperately digging through bricks, tiles, and charred wood with their bare hands.

They were all covered in dust and looked extremely anxious; some were even scratching themselves until their fingernails bled without realizing it.

"Damn it, look how anxious these Japanese devils are, they're more anxious than if their own parents were buried there."

Xu Fei grinned:

"There's definitely a really big fish buried under these ruins."

Grenades ready.

At Xu Fei's command, more than a dozen soldiers took out wooden-handled grenades, unscrewed the caps, and pulled out the fuses.

"Throw!"

"Whoosh whoosh-"

A dozen or so grenades flew through the air in parabolic arcs and landed among the Japanese soldiers who were digging through the rubble.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

A series of violent explosions rang out, sending debris flying everywhere.

The group of Japanese soldiers were instantly blown to pieces, with limbs flying everywhere. The leading major was even blown away half of his body on the spot.

"beat!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the Japanese soldiers were stunned by the bomb, Xu Fei led the charge and rushed out, firing his mechanical weapon wildly.

"Da da da da—"

The dense hail of bullets instantly swept away the few remaining Japanese soldiers on the perimeter.

The Confucius Temple had been largely destroyed by the bomb, and thick smoke billowed inside, with the faint sounds of Japanese soldiers' miserable screams and coughs coming from within.

"First rank guards the perimeter, second rank clears the rubble, third rank prepares to charge in with me to catch the big fish!"

Xu Fei roared as he gave the order.

The soldiers pounced like wolves and tigers, quickly clearing out the remaining enemy forces on the perimeter.

Soon after, the ruins were cleared away, and Xu Fei took the lead, stepping over broken blue bricks and the charred corpses of Japanese soldiers, and rushed into the ruins of the main hall inside the Confucius Temple.

The scene inside was extremely horrific, with shattered corpses, burning wooden pillars, and scattered documents everywhere.

"Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, two sharp gunshots rang out.

A Japanese officer, his face covered in blood and half his body pinned under a pillar, pulled out a Mauser pistol and began firing wildly at Xu Fei and his men.

The bullet grazed Xu Fei's scalp and struck the wall behind him.

Fuck you!

Xu Fei reacted extremely quickly, deftly dodging the bullets with a tactical roll.

At the same time, the flower mechanism in his hand was raised and the trigger was pulled.

"Da da da!"

A precise short burst of fire blew the Japanese officer's head off, splattering blood and semen all over the ground.

Just then, Xu Fei's gaze swept over the ruins deep within the main hall.

He suddenly saw that behind the collapsed statue of Confucius and the offering table, several Japanese soldiers were fiercely protecting an extremely ornate sandalwood box.

One of the Japanese officers was frantically pouring gasoline onto the wooden box.

He held a windproof lighter in his hand, his fingers trembling, ready to light it.