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

Tiger tanks are advancing on the street.

The turret of Tiger tank No. 231 was filled with the smell of engine oil.

Despite the deafening roar of the engines, Commander Xu Rui pressed the microphone in his throat and loudly issued combat orders:

"Attention, vehicle 232, take turns providing cover and retreating."

The entire vehicle is allowed to fire freely, including the azimuth machine gun and the coaxial machine gun.

Ah Liang, shift into reverse and keep your distance from these lunatics. Don't let them get close to the blind spot.

Tiger, aim at the area with the most people and open fire.

"Understood, reverse."

Driver A-Liang pulled the control lever sharply, and the heavy Tiger tank roared, its tracks reversed, and it began to steadily reverse backward.

"White phosphorus bombs are good."

Sweating profusely, the loader crammed a specially marked 88mm shell into the breech, and with a crisp metallic click, loudly reported to the gunner.

"Target locked."

Gunner Hu Zi stared intently at the Zeiss sight, and when the reticle was filled with a dense array of Japanese soldiers, he decisively pressed the firing pedal.

"boom--!"

The 88mm main gun let out a deafening roar, spewing out a huge orange-red fireball from its muzzle.

A specially made white phosphorus incendiary bomb exploded in the very center of the Japanese troops.

There was no earth-shattering shockwave, only a dazzling column of pale white smoke rising into the air.

Immediately afterwards, countless clumps of white phosphorus incendiary agent, like a persistent affliction, were indiscriminately splashed onto the Japanese soldiers within a radius of several dozen meters.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly echoed through the street.

White phosphorus burns violently upon contact with air, reaching temperatures of over a thousand degrees Celsius.

Those Japanese civilians covered in white phosphorus rolled on the ground in terror, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But this was of no use.

The pale white flames instantly burned through their clothes and flesh, producing a nauseating sizzling sound.

It burned deep into the bones, until the bones turned black.

Several Japanese soldiers, their chests burned through, lay convulsing on the ground like charred charcoal, their deaths a gruesome sight.

The two Tiger tanks reversed alternately while firing wildly.

The azimuth machine gun at the front of the vehicle and the coaxial machine gun on the turret were spitting fire.

The dense barrage of tracer rounds, like several thick fire whips, lashed fiercely at the charging Japanese troops.

The infantry providing cover beside the two Tiger tanks also reacted quickly.

"Machine gunner, set up your guns and mow them down!"

The infantry lieutenant roared and fired a short burst from his STG44 assault rifle, sweeping down the two ronin charging at the front.

Several machine gun teams quickly set up MG42 general-purpose machine guns behind the ruins and sandbags at the street corner.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!"

The terrifying gunfire, like a tearing cloth machine, rang out, and a dense rain of bullets swept towards the enemy.

The remaining infantrymen also picked up their MP-40 submachine guns and 98K rifles and unleashed a barrage of fire at the Japanese soldiers.

Soon, the roar of tracks came from the street behind.

Several Panzer III medium tanks and Sd.Kfz.251 half-track armored vehicles arrived in time.

The main gun and vehicle-mounted machine gun joined the battle simultaneously, instantly forming an impenetrable wall of steel and fire.

That seemingly fierce "Long Live Charge" was instantly suppressed by this overwhelming three-dimensional firepower.

The dozens of Japanese ronin at the forefront were riddled with machine gun bullets before they even had a chance to scream.

Limbs and gore mixed with blood and flesh were scattered all over the streets.

"High-explosive shells are loaded."

The Tiger tank's main gun roared again, this time armed with high-explosive shells.

The shells hit the most densely populated area of ​​the crowd with pinpoint accuracy.

A shell landed, clearing an area of ​​several meters around it, and the mangled corpses were thrown high into the air.

Those Japanese civilians with explosives strapped to their waists became the most deadly mobile bombs.

A stray bullet accidentally struck a trading company employee's explosive charge at his waist, instantly triggering a horrific secondary explosion.

"Boom—!"

A huge fireball rose into the air.

The trading company employee was blown to pieces, along with more than a dozen of his companions around him.

Blood mixed with entrails pelted down on the faces of the overseas Chinese behind them like rain.

This rabble, who usually only dared to bully the unarmed common people of the Great Xia, had never seen such a real steel meat grinder before.

Looking at the mangled flesh and burning corpses scattered on the ground, and hearing the heart-wrenching screams of his companions.

The pitiful "Bushido spirit" in their minds collapsed instantly.

"Devils, they are devils!"

"Run!"

The remaining hundred or so overseas Chinese volunteers completely panicked.

They threw down their weapons, turned around crying and screaming, and fled frantically back into the alley they had come from, like headless flies.

On the rooftop of the department store, Captain Kuroda, holding binoculars, watched the civilian volunteers running frantically back, and his lips twitched violently.

He curled his lip and snorted coldly:

"These civilians simply lack the fighting spirit."

They have utterly disgraced the empire.

He put down his binoculars, turned around, and waved fiercely at the distance.

Behind the fleeing civilians, the Japanese supervisory team, with four Type 92 heavy machine guns mounted, immediately pulled the bolts.

Several shirtless Japanese machine gunners shouted in unison:

"Go back, go back to fight, and serve His Majesty the Emperor!"

However, faced with the Tiger heavy tanks behind them, these expatriates, who were already terrified, could no longer heed orders.

They wished their parents had given them two more legs, and desperately squeezed towards the direction of the supervisory team, trying to break through the obstruction and escape into the South District.

Seeing that the Japanese civilians were still retreating, and some even began to charge at the sandbags of the supervising team.

Upon receiving Captain Kuroda's signal, the Japanese machine gunner's eyes hardened, and he immediately pulled the trigger.

"Tap tap tap, tap tap tap—"

A series of muffled gunshots, as rhythmic as a woodpecker's, suddenly rang out above the street.

Four blazing fire whips swept mercilessly towards their own men's ranks.

7.7mm heavy machine gun bullets pierced right through these Japanese civilians.

Countless Japanese civilians did not die under the artillery fire of the Great Xia army, but were instead mowed down in swathes by their own people using heavy machine guns, like harvesting wheat.

The scene was horrific, with severed limbs flying everywhere and blood flowing into the sewers like a stream.

The battle continued, and the war chariots of the Great Xia Dynasty did not stop their advance despite the defeat of these cannon fodder.

The tracks crushed the rubble and corpses, continuing to advance.

"Captain, we can't hold them off any longer! Retreat!"

The lieutenant next to him, seeing the tank gun barrel getting closer and closer, turned pale with fright and grabbed Kuroda's arm tightly, shouting.

Captain Kuroda gritted his teeth, looked down at the street below which had turned into a scene of carnage, and with a wave of his hand, simply ordered a retreat.

"Withdraw, retreat into the southern district."

Let those Marines' idiots worry about it.