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

"No...this is impossible..."

The sword in Matsui Kenji's hand fell into the muddy water with a "thud".

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his worldview completely collapsed at that moment.

His proud experience from the last war, learned from the West, was nothing short of a ridiculous primitive joke in the face of Lin Feng's heavily armed armored force.

"Fire! Fire now!"

Kenji Matsui was consumed by impotent rage, screaming hysterically.

"Da da da da da—!"

The Japanese machine gunners pulled the triggers in desperation, and a barrage of bullets swept towards the bridge-building tanks and the steel bridge.

However, when 6.5mm and 7.7mm machine gun bullets hit Krupp carburized steel armor, they only produced a few negligible sparks and made a crisp "clanging" sound, without even creating a dent.

"All units, deploy according to plan, advance!"

Over the radio, Zhao Dashan excitedly gave the order.

"Boom—!"

The engine roared deafeningly.

Led by a fleet of Panzer III medium tanks, they surged across the erected steel bridge.

The tracks rolled over the steel bridge, producing a harsh metallic scraping sound.

"Boom boom boom!"

Behind them, rows of Bison II self-propelled guns, each equipped with a 150mm barrel, began firing to suppress the Japanese positions.

"Bang!"

The Panzer III tank at the very front, its turret slightly rotated, fired its 50mm main gun first.

A high-explosive shell struck the Japanese machine gun position with pinpoint accuracy.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was firing wildly, along with several Japanese gunners, was instantly blown into a pile of minced meat and parts.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of Sd.Kfz.251 half-track armored vehicles also rushed across the trench.

The infantrymen inside the carriage were armed with MP40 submachine guns, while the MG34 machine gun at the front of the vehicle spat fire, relentlessly mowing down the Japanese soldiers in the trenches.

"Anti-tank gun, fire now!"

Behind the position, the few remaining Japanese 37mm anti-tank guns opened fire in a panic.

"clang!"

A 37mm armor-piercing round hit the frontal armor of a Panzer III tank and bounced off, leaving only a faint white mark.

"court death."

The turret of the Panzer III tank spun rapidly, and its dark muzzle locked onto the Japanese anti-tank gun.

"boom!"

A flash of fire.

That poor little cannon, along with several Japanese artillerymen behind it, was blasted into the air.

The defenses collapsed quickly.

Kenji Matsui stood blankly in the trench, watching the steel tanks that rushed directly into the position, wantonly crushing the trenches and burying his soldiers in them.

He knew it was over.

The outer gate of Qingcheng Port had been kicked to pieces by Lin Feng.

The roads leading to the city center are now fully open.

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In 1938, the urban area of ​​Qingchenggang was limited to the peninsula on the east bank of Jiaozhou Bay.

With the defenses on the northern outskirts of the highway breached with overwhelming force, the general offensive officially began under Lin Feng's command.

As a modern city, Qingcheng Port has quite good infrastructure, with wide main roads lined with neat villas and shops.

A dilapidated tram was parked diagonally in the middle of the avenue.

The overhead cable was half broken, and the long braid hanging on the roof of the car was still crackling with blue sparks.

A few crows, startled by the sound of cannon fire, boldly perched on a telephone pole by the street.

They tilted their heads, their dark eyes fixed on the two enormous creatures that were slowly advancing down the street below.

It seemed to be wondering what kind of large animal it had never seen before.

Leading the pack was a Tiger heavy tank weighing 56 tons.

The vehicle was painted with a yellow-green jungle wave camouflage pattern, and the tactical number 231 was painted in striking white on the side of the turret.

About seven or eight meters behind it on the right was wingman vehicle number 232.

The two Tiger tanks formed a standard two-tank combat formation.

Under the cover of infantry on both sides, the tracks rolled over the gravel and cautiously advanced into the heart of the city.

Inside the turret of tank number 231, commander Xu Rui pushed open the heavy hatch.

He deliberately picked up an M35 steel helmet from the side and put it tightly over his armored soldier's soft cap.

Then, using the open hatch as cover, he poked half his head out to observe his surroundings.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the heavy dust kicked up by the collapsed buildings.

"Cough cough..."

Xu Rui coughed twice, choked by the fumes.

He looked up and saw that it was a rare sunny day. Sunlight pierced through the smoke and shone on the street, making for a fairly good view, which was a good thing.

He lowered his head and shouted loudly to the infantrymen who were advancing cautiously with their rifles at the flank of the tank:

"Brother, keep an eye on the flanks."

The armor on the top of our iron turtle is very weak; we must be extremely careful that the Japanese don't throw explosives down from the building.

Beside him, an infantry lieutenant holding an STG44 assault rifle looked up.

He nodded at Xu Rui and shouted back at the top of his lungs:

"Understood!"

"Watch where you're going, don't run over our feet with your tracks!"

Just then.

"Banzai! The black card is out of control!"

Suddenly, a frenzied, beast-like roar erupted from the street corner ahead.

Xu Rui suddenly grabbed the binoculars on his chest and looked.

A large group of Japanese soldiers dressed in all sorts of clothes poured out of several alleys like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

They charged headlong into the tank's cannon.

"Damn, watch out! Loading white phosphorus incendiary bombs!"

Xu Rui roared, quickly retreated into the turret, and pulled down the hatch, locking it tightly.

Among the Japanese soldiers charging forward were ronin dressed in kimonos and wooden clogs, wielding samurai swords.

There were trading company employees dressed in suits, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and clutching Nambu Type 14 pistols.

There were even overseas Chinese vendors dressed in coarse cloth shorts and carrying sharpened bamboo spears.

They all had white headbands with red pills drawn on them, and some of them were carrying old Murata rifles.

Many others simply strapped their waists with bulging yellow explosive packs and grenades.

This was the "Yamato Residents Volunteer Army" hastily assembled by the Japanese Navy Commander Kuwahara Aone when he had no other options.

There were more than two thousand people.

In the very first wave, they were forced to send out 300 people for a Banzai charge.

Behind these frenzied expatriates, a few hundred meters away, on the rooftop of a three-story department store.

Captain Kuroda, the Japanese army officer in charge of overseeing the battle, was looking at everything with a cold gaze through his binoculars.

"Captain, sending the civilians charging forward like this is practically suicide."

A second lieutenant nearby turned his head away with some reluctance and said in a low voice.

"Shut up, what do you know?"

Captain Kuroda snorted coldly, his eyes showing no pity whatsoever.

"Lin Feng's tanks have too much firepower; our army's remaining forces simply cannot stop them."

These expatriates usually act arrogantly and domineeringly in Bactria; now, it is time for them to serve His Majesty the Emperor faithfully.

As long as they can use their own flesh and blood to consume the machine gun bullets and shells on the Chinese tanks.

If we could destroy one or two more of their tanks and buy them a little more time, then their deaths would have been worthwhile.

In Kuroda's eyes, he did not regard the people of Daxia as human beings, nor did he regard these local expatriates as human beings.

These fanatical civilians were nothing more than cheap cannon fodder he used to delay Lin Feng's armored forces and buy himself time.