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

The underground No. 2 main drainage channel.

This place is perpetually shrouded in darkness, and the air is thick with the stench of sewage and the salty smell of the sea.

The knee-deep sewage flowed with a "splashing" sound.

Sun Tiezhu, clutching a Mauser pistol, walked at the front of the group.

He waded through the sewage, relying on his memories of his early days stationed in Qingcheng Port, to guide him through the intricate underground pipe network.

After walking for a while, Sun Tiezhu stopped and looked back at the group following behind him.

Looking at the soldiers, he couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

Goodness, these soldiers are damn extravagant!

Following behind him was a company dispatched by Lin Feng's elite reconnaissance battalion.

These men were all burly and strong, with menacing eyes.

They wore M35 steel helmets with rope nets over them to prevent the helmets from reflecting light under the flashlight beams.

He was wearing camouflage clothing with sturdy canvas Y-shaped suspenders over it.

His chest and waist were covered with bulging leather magazine pouches and miscellaneous bags.

He had an entrenching tool strapped to his lower back, a gas mask cylinder hanging on his side, and several long-handled grenades stuck in his belt.

What Sun Tiezhu envied most were the knee-high pure cowhide military boots they were wearing.

Walking through this filthy sewer makes a "clattering" sound, exuding a sense of majesty.

Then look at the tools in their hands.

None of them were bolt-action rifles.

They were all repeating firearms.

The company commander and several squad leaders leading the team were carrying uniquely designed STG44 assault rifles.

The ordinary soldiers were all carrying MP-40 submachine guns with folding stocks.

In the middle of the group, there were several burly men carrying MG42 general-purpose machine guns.

At the very back of the column were even several flamethrower soldiers carrying huge metal gas tanks on their backs and holding jet gun barrels in their hands.

Sun Tiezhu swallowed hard, feeling uneasy.

When Lao Han was still alive, he went to Nanjing for a meeting and had the honor of meeting the 87th Division, the most elite unit of the Central Army.

That was the apple of Jiangcheng's eye, known as the top "German-equipped engineer" in the entire Great Xia.

But looking back now, what kind of German-equipped division was that?

At most, he would wear a Hans helmet on his head, tattered cloth shoes on his feet, and carry a domestically produced Type 24 rifle in his hand.

Compared to the soldiers under Commander Lin, the so-called German-equipped divisions of the Central Army were just German-armored divisions!

This is what it truly means to be armed to the teeth.

"Mr. Sun, how much further?"

Reconnaissance company commander Zhao Qiang stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Sun Tiezhu snapped out of his reverie and pointed to the dark passage ahead:

"Company Commander Zhao, go another fifty meters ahead and you'll reach a crossroads where water flows into a main channel."

All four main pipelines converge there, creating a large space.

If the Japanese wanted to get behind us from underground, they would definitely have to go through that water inlet.

We'll ambush them there, and we'll catch them every time.

"it is good."

Zhao Qiang nodded, raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and swung it forcefully in mid-air.

The reconnaissance company soldiers behind him immediately stopped advancing without making a sound.

"The first row is on the left, the second row is on the right, and the upper two sides are maintenance walkways."

The machine guns were set up, sealing off the three exits.

Flamethrower soldiers should take cover in front.

Turn off your flashlight and prepare for battle.

If the Japanese don't come, then we've wasted a whole night. But if they do come, then we can't let them go back unscathed, right?

"Yes!" the crowd responded in hushed tones.

Zhao Qiang issued tactical instructions methodically.

The soldiers quickly dispersed.

On both sides of the main sewer, there are cement maintenance walkways that are more than half a meter above the water surface.

The scouts silently climbed the trail and, relying on the thick drainage pipes and brick support pillars, quickly established a crossfire position.

"Click".

The tripod of the MG42 machine gun slammed onto the concrete ground, pulling out the ammunition belt and pushing it into the receiving mechanism.

Everyone held their breath, their gun barrels fixed on the unknown darkness ahead.

The sewers fell silent again, save for the splashing sound of sewage flowing through them.

About an hour later.

"Splash... splash..."

A series of chaotic and rapid splashing sounds came faintly from deep within the pipe directly in front.

Immediately afterwards, several dim beams of flashlight light swept haphazardly through the darkness.

The Japanese devils have indeed come!

The leader of the team was Lieutenant Kawashima of the Japanese Marine Corps.

He led an entire squadron of over two hundred fully armed Japanese marines, trudging through knee-deep, foul-smelling sewage.

Kawashima held a Type 14 Nambu pistol in one hand and a flashlight in the other, his face filled with a fanatical eagerness to make a name for himself.

He thought his actions were completely undetected. No matter how powerful Lin Feng's troops were, could they have come up with the idea of ​​a surprise attack through the sewers?

Surprised?

Once we cross that water inlet, we can strike directly behind the Great Xia army and wreak havoc on their rear.

"Hurry up, keep up, don't fall behind."

Kawashima lowered his voice and urged the soldiers behind him.

More than two hundred Japanese soldiers were crammed into the wide inlet of the river, the beams of their flashlights casting shadowy shadows over the underground space.

They were completely unaware that dozens of dark gun barrels were already locked onto them on the dark walkways on either side of their heads.

Zhao Qiang lay prone on the edge of the trail, looking down at the dense array of Japanese soldiers' helmets, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He switched the fire selector of his STG44 assault rifle to the automatic fire position and pressed the butt firmly against his shoulder.

"beat!"

Zhao Qiang roared and pulled the trigger first.

"Da da da da da—!"

The STG44 spewed orange-red flames from its muzzle.

7.92mm short-cartridge rifle bullets were rapidly discharged.

That gunshot was the rallying cry of death.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!"

"Bang bang bang bang—!"

On both sides of the walkway, four MG42 general-purpose machine guns and dozens of MP-40 submachine guns opened fire simultaneously.

The dense gunfire echoed back and forth in the enclosed sewer, making people's eardrums ache.

Countless bright tracer bullet trajectories intertwined to form a deadly fire net, engulfing the Japanese soldiers in the water inlet below.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The sound of bullets tearing through flesh rang out in rapid succession.

Lieutenant Kawashima, who was walking at the front, didn't even have time to react before seven or eight clouds of blood mist exploded from his chest.

He was knocked backward and flew out, crashing heavily into the sewage.

"Enemy attack! They're up there!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack now!"

The Japanese soldiers were thrown into chaos, screaming in terror.

They tried to raise their Type 38 rifles to return fire.

But in this narrow, dark, and unprotected underground space, they faced fully automatic fire coverage from above.

A bolt-action rifle is not even as good as a fire poker.

Machine gun bullets struck the blue brick wall, scattering large amounts of gravel and sparks, while stray bullets flew wildly through the pipes.

Large numbers of Japanese soldiers screamed as they fell into the sewage.

The blood instantly turned the black sewage into a dark red.

"Charge! Charge into the pipe!"

A Japanese sergeant brandished his sword, attempting to organize his soldiers to charge towards the pipe entrance ahead and escape this deadly water inlet.