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

Inside the command post, Lin Feng stood in front of the sand table and began the formal selection of generals.

"This attack on Qingcheng Port will be a tough battle, but also a swift one."

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the generals present:

"Zhang Bingwen".

"Here." Zhang Bingwen, commander of the 112th Division, straightened his back abruptly.

"Your 112th Division is the old core of the Northeast Army, with a blood feud with the Japanese and has fought many tough battles."

Lin Feng looked at him and said in a deep voice:

"We will select a main force regiment from your division."

Tell the brothers to get back the territory they lost in Northeast China in Qingchenggang.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency."

Zhang Bingwen's eyes were slightly red, and he shouted loudly:

"None of the men in our Northeast Army are cowards."

This time, even if we have to bite with our teeth, we'll bite the Japanese soldier's throat off.

"Xu Zhiming".

"arrive."

"Your division is a fully equipped German-made elite force with the most powerful firepower."

Lin Feng gave the order:

"Also, draw a main force regiment, bringing all the flamethrowers and demolition tubes."

You, along with the main force regiments of the 112th Division, will serve as the spearhead of the infantry.

Finally, Lin Feng looked at Zhao Dashan, who had been unable to contain himself any longer.

"Dashan, your honorary first brigade, as the absolute main force of the assault."

Lin Feng announced, word by word:

"The above three units shall immediately form the Qingchenggang Campaign Assault Corps."

I will personally serve as the commander-in-chief of the corps.

Gentlemen, go back and make preparations.

Next, let's march on Qingcheng Port!

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Sanchagou Township, Lunan.

The morning air carried a hint of spring coolness.

This is the busy season for farming.

The winter wheat in the field has entered the jointing stage. The lush green wheat seedlings have grown to the height of the calves, which is the time when weeding, loosening the soil, and conserving moisture are most needed.

Farmer Wang Datian went to the fields just as dawn was breaking.

He was wearing a patched-up, coarse cloth outfit with his trousers rolled up high and his feet covered in mud.

Although for the past six months or so, there have been wars and chaos everywhere outside.

But for farmers like Wang Da, nothing is more important than eating.

As long as the Japanese devils haven't reached the village entrance, the crops in this field can't be neglected for even a day.

"Click, click."

Wang Da bent over, wielding a gleaming hoe, skillfully uprooting the weeds between the wheat rows.

Sweat streamed down his deeply lined face and dripped into the soil.

Sudden.

Wang Da stopped what he was doing.

He straightened up, looked up at the northern sky with some confusion.

"Rumble... Rumble..."

A very deep, continuous sound faintly came from the distant horizon.

The sound was somewhat muffled, as if it were rolling along the ground.

"Did it thunder in spring?"

Wang Da frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked up at the sky.

Today is a bright and sunny day, with not a cloud in the sky. The azure sky is so clean that there isn't even a single cloud.

Where did the thunder come from on such a sunny day?

Moreover, the thunder sounded strange; it lacked that crisp, explosive crackle, and instead grew louder and more frequent.

Even his hands, gripping the wooden handle of the hoe, could feel faint tremors coming from the ground.

Just as Wang Da was filled with doubt.

"Buzz—!"

Suddenly, a deafening shriek came from the sky above.

Wang Da was startled and suddenly looked up.

A dozen or so large steel birds, arranged in a neat "V" formation, swooped past overhead.

The deafening roar of the engine made Wang Da's ears ring and his heart pound violently.

He could even clearly see the large aerial bombs hanging under the fuselage of the planes, as well as the blue sky and white sun insignia painted on the fuselage.

"My God..."

Wang Da opened his mouth wide, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He had never seen so many impressive airplanes in his life.

Back when Lao Han's troops were in Shandong Province, a few planes would occasionally fly overhead, but they were all Japanese. They flew very high and would drop bombs from time to time, killing people.

But today, the wings of these airplanes are clearly painted with the emblem of our Great Xia.

Before Wang Da could recover from the shock...

The ground tremors became increasingly violent.

"Boom—!"

A cloud of yellow dust rose from the dirt road in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a massive army, so large that it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, slowly appeared on the horizon.

Approaching from afar, it roared along the highway with an overwhelming momentum.

Leading the way were more than a dozen massive vehicles.

Good heavens, is this the war chariot that Shui Sheng in the village was bragging about?

It's said to be made entirely of steel; how many hoes and sickles could it make?

As the convoy drew closer, Wang Da could finally see clearly that their boxy hulls were painted with yellow and green camouflage, and their thick, long cannon barrels pointed straight ahead, looking quite imposing!

Wang Da was completely stunned.

He stood at the edge of the wheat field, his legs feeling a little weak.

He had seen both the Central Army and the Northwest Army.

Most of the soldiers wore tattered straw sandals, carried old-fashioned rifles, and were sallow-faced and thin, walking listlessly.

When the Japanese attacked, they ran faster than rabbits.

But this unit in front of us is completely different!

Behind those tanks were rows of large trucks he had never seen before.

Behind the truck, there were also large cannons with thick barrels being towed.

The troops were marching in the northeast direction.

That's the direction of Qingcheng Port, a place occupied by the Japanese.

They weren't running away; they were taking the initiative to attack the Japanese.

Just then.

A tank rumbled past Wang Da on the road right in front of him.

The tank's top hatch was open.

A tank commander wearing goggles and a communication headset leaned most of his body out of the turret.

He gripped the handle of the MG34 anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of the car firmly with one hand, and vigilantly observed his surroundings.

When he turned his head, he saw Wang Dashi standing by the wheat field, his face full of shock.

The train conductor smiled confidently.

He loosened his grip on the machine gun, raised his right hand, and waved vigorously at Wang Da.

that moment.

Wang Da felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his eyes instantly turned red.

OK!

Our army is mighty!

Our Great Xia finally has such an inspiring and majestic army.

Wang Daya ripped off his tattered straw hat.

He didn't bother wiping the sweat and dirt off his face. He stood on tiptoe and, with all his might, waved his straw hat wildly at the mighty torrent of steel on the highway.

"Bosses!"

Wang Da, with a rough voice, roared at the departing tanks and trucks, his voice filled with endless anticipation:

"Keep up the good work!"

Kill a few more of those short, ugly Japanese bastards!

Let's try to drive all those Japanese devils back to their hometowns!