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

As Lin Xin ran, he kept glancing at the battlefield on the other side of the road.

It must be admitted that these Japanese soldiers were indeed elite.

Although their first battalion suffered heavy casualties and was completely destroyed by the legion's rocket artillery barrage.

But the Japanese soldiers who were not shelled reacted extremely quickly.

Instead of retreating, they lay down on the spot and quickly set up a defensive line, relying on the drainage ditches and craters on both sides of the road.

What made Lin Xin's scalp tingle was the madness of these Japanese soldiers.

To stop the tanks and armored vehicles of the 1st Honor Brigade.

Those Japanese soldiers actually dragged over the bodies of their comrades who had been killed in the bombing, along with the remains of the dead horses, and piled them together.

They used their flesh and blood to build makeshift shelters.

"Onboard!"

A group of Japanese soldiers hid behind a pile of corpses, frantically pulling the bolts of their Type 38 rifles.

Several Type 91 light machine guns and Type 92 heavy machine guns were spitting fire as they desperately fired at the armored vehicles and tanks pressing forward.

The 6.5mm bullets struck the frontal armor of the 251 half-track, sending up a trail of sparks and making a teeth-grinding "clanging" sound.

"Damn it, they're a bunch of mad dogs."

Lin Xin cursed under his breath and quickened his pace.

After running forward for about four hundred meters, Lin Xin's eyes suddenly lit up.

Ahead, a gently sloping hill appeared, with several large, weathered rocks scattered on its top.

The view from here is extremely expansive, offering a perfect panoramic view of the Japanese positions on the highway.

Moreover, the Japanese soldiers who were lying behind the corpses and focused on dealing with the friendly forces in front of them had completely exposed their unguarded flanks to this direction.

"This is it, let's establish a position."

Lin Xin suddenly waved his hand and was the first to fall behind a large rock.

The machine gunners quickly dispersed, their movements so practiced it was as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

"Click".

The assistant gunner slammed the heavy Lafette tripod onto the muddy ground, quickly extended the outriggers, and firmly secured it.

The gunner immediately locked the MG42 machine gun into the tripod base and secured the latch.

"Equip with a sight."

An extremely sophisticated MGZ 40 optical sight was quickly mounted on the side mount of the machine gun.

With this device, plus the stability of the tripod, the MG42 is no longer an ordinary machine gun, but a bullet launcher capable of precise spotting and overshooting.

"ammunition!"

The ammunition handler opened the metal ammunition box with a "bang" and pulled out a bright yellow metal ammunition belt loaded with 7.92mm Mauser rounds.

The gunner opened the receiver cover and laid the ammunition belt flat on the receiving mechanism.

"Smack."

The receiver cover slammed shut.

The gunner gripped the cocking handle with his right hand and pulled it back forcefully.

"Click."

With a crisp metallic clang, the first bullet was smoothly fed into the chamber.

"Class One is ready."

"Second Shift is ready."

The two gunners gripped the handle with one hand, supported the gun with the other, braced their shoulders against the stock, and kept their eyes fixed on the optical sights, reporting loudly.

Lin Xin lay between two large rocks, raising the binoculars on his chest.

It was about three or four hundred meters away in sight.

A small group of Japanese soldiers were huddled behind a bunker made up of seven or eight corpses.

One of the Japanese sergeants was brandishing his sword and shouting at the top of his lungs as he directed a Type 92 heavy machine gun to fire wildly at a 38(t) tank in front of him, trying to damage the tank's sighting device.

All their attention was focused on what was in front of them, and they were completely unaware that death had already circled around to their side.

"Target, at the ten o'clock position, the Japanese heavy machine gun position and surrounding infantry."

Lin Xin put down his binoculars and pointed directly in the general direction with his right hand:

"300 meters, long bursts."

"Fire!"

With Lin Xin's command.

Both shooters pulled the trigger at the same time.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss—!"

It doesn't have the crisp "rat-a-tat-tat" sound of a traditional machine gun.

The MG42's terrifying rate of fire of up to 1200 rounds per minute created a continuous barrage of gunfire.

It sounds as if an invisible giant hand is violently tearing apart a huge piece of linen.

The gun muzzle spewed out a tongue of orange-red flame more than half a meter long.

Two dense whips of fire, each made of 7.92mm full-power rifle bullets, lashed out at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, striking the side of the group of Japanese soldiers three hundred meters away.

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

The Japanese sergeant, who was brandishing his sword and howling, didn't even have time to react.

His upper body instantly exploded into seven or eight clouds of blood mist. He was as if he had been hit head-on by an invisible sledgehammer, falling to the side like a broken sack and crashing heavily into the mud.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was roaring wildly, suddenly fell silent.

The heads of the primary and secondary gunners were smashed like watermelons, with red and white matter splattered all over the ground, and their bodies lay limply on the guns.

The remaining Japanese infantrymen were completely stunned.

They turned their heads in horror, staring at the gentle slope to their side that seemed to spew the fire of death, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Isn't this the Imperial Army's favorite flanking maneuver and surprise attack?

They never expected the Chinese army to use this tactic.

The next second, all the Japanese soldiers were taken down by the barrage of bullets.

"Beautiful, don't stop."

Lin Xin, lying behind a rock, shouted excitedly:

"Extend to the left, at the eleven o'clock position, wipe them out."

The two gunners immediately released the triggers, slightly twisted their bodies, and used their shoulders to push against the buttstocks, causing the machine gun to rotate very smoothly to the left.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!"

The terrifying gunfire, like a ripping machine, rang out again.

The fire whip swept across the Japanese positions.

Wherever it passed, mud flew everywhere, and severed limbs and broken arms filled the air.

The Japanese grenade launcher operators who were preparing to fire grenades at the tanks in front of them were instantly torn to shreds by a dense hail of bullets.

In just over ten seconds, a short ammunition belt of fifty rounds was completely devoured.

The barrel of the MG42 was so hot that it was even emitting faint blue smoke.

"Change the barrel, change the ammunition!" Lin Xin shouted the order.

The assistant gunner immediately put on thick asbestos gloves and skillfully slapped open the latch on the right side of the barrel sleeve.

The scalding hot barrel slid down and was pulled out and thrown onto the muddy ground. Upon contact with the puddles, it instantly emitted a hissing white smoke.

Immediately afterwards, a cold spare barrel was quickly inserted and locked in place.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking less than five seconds.

The ammunition handler quickly attached a new belt of one hundred rounds.

"Snap!"

The bolt was pulled back again, and the roar of death continued to echo across the battlefield.

When the two machine guns each unleashed a long belt of ammunition like water onto the Japanese flank defenses.

After turning that area into a complete hellish battlefield devoid of any living creature.

Lin Xin grabbed the bronze whistle hanging around his neck, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.

"Beep—!"

A sharp whistle pierced through the clamor of the battlefield.

"Cease fire, withdraw, and move to a new position."

Lin Xin picked up his submachine gun and gave a loud order.