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

The remnants of the 5th Division, who had been besieged here for more than two weeks, could no longer hold on.

Not everyone can handle this kind of pressure.

You know that every ten minutes or so, a heavy shell could land on your head.

You know that when that thing falls, it doesn't even leave a complete body.

But you don't know where it will land next.

It could be the trench next to you.

It might be a cover for you in the distance.

It might just hit you on the head.

The agony of waiting is a million times worse than dying on the way to the front.

Every ten minutes, the iconic long whistle of the train cannon would sound precisely on time.

Where a 280mm heavy high-explosive shell hits, a small mushroom cloud will rise.

Many Japanese soldiers had already suffered a mental breakdown.

Someone was huddled at the bottom of the trench, covering their ears with their hands, muttering something under their breath, and a long trail of drool hanging from the corner of their mouth.

Someone suddenly screamed and jumped up, dropped his gun and ran back, only to be riddled with bullets by the machine guns of the supervising team.

Many more Japanese soldiers simply squatted numbly in the muddy trenches.

They touched the deflated ammunition pouches at their waists, then the emptied ration bags.

His eyes were vacant, and his face was expressionless.

-----

That morning, the smoke in the command post was quite thick.

Lin Feng, who had only slept for 4 hours, stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette butt in the ashtray.

He looked up at the clock on the wall:

"It's about time."

His voice wasn't loud.

"Pass down the order: the general offensive begins."

The staff officer next to him picked up the phone and dialed directly to the artillery command.

"The final offensive begins."

"All gun positions, fire according to the predetermined parameters!"

next second.

Its daybreak.

Hundreds of cannons of various types, which had been ready to fire, simultaneously spewed out orange-red muzzle flashes.

75毫米博福斯山炮、105毫米leFH18榴弹炮、150毫米sFH18重榴弹炮。

There were also various Japanese 75mm and 105mm field guns that had been captured and reorganized into the artillery.

Hundreds of bright orange lines of fire instantly shattered the sky.

"Waaaaah—!!"

The dense barrage of shells whistled and rained down on the positions of the Japanese 5th Division.

"Boom! Boom! Rumble—!"

The earth began to shake violently.

On the Japanese positions, the trenches, bunkers, and barbed wire that had already been ravaged by railway artillery were once again completely covered by a rain of steel.

Soil, rocks, broken wooden stakes, twisted steel frames.

Countless wreckage, mixed with fragmented Japanese soldiers, were thrown into the air by the blast wave, and then crashed back to the ground.

The shelling lasted for a full thirty minutes.

When the smoke from the final salvo was finally blown away by the wind.

The earth looked as if it had been plowed.

What was once a fairly complete trench system has been transformed into a cratered lunar surface.

Of those meticulously constructed machine gun emplacements, only a few crooked wooden frames remain, still emitting smoke.

The shelling was intense, but the Japanese soldiers in the position breathed a sigh of relief.

It's like how the most agonizing time for death row inmates is waiting for the execution to begin, but they actually relax when they are finally about to walk to the execution ground.

The Japanese soldiers knew that after such a fierce bombardment, the final battle would begin.

"Boom!"

As soon as the artillery fire stopped, another sound came from the direction of the Great Xia position.

A deep, continuous engine roar.

Zhao Dashan's Honorary 1st Brigade led the way.

Dozens of Panzer III medium tanks and 38(t) light tanks were lined up in a wedge-shaped attack formation.

The tank tracks rolled over the ravaged land, crushing the edges of the scorched craters.

Following behind the tanks were a dense array of Sd.Kfz.251 half-track armored vehicles.

Inside the open compartment of the armored vehicle, fully armed infantrymen, carrying various types of guns, were ready to disembark and fight at any time.

Further behind, there was a dense, dark mass of infantry.

Soldiers from the newly formed guerrilla divisions 1 and 107, carrying Type 98K and Type 24 rifles, bent over. They advanced steadily forward, stepping through the ruts carved by tank tracks.

A torrent of steel, overwhelming and surging.

"Get into position, get into position quickly!"

The surviving Japanese officers brandished their swords and shouted at the top of their lungs.

But few responded.

The scattered Japanese soldiers struggled to crawl out of the mud, dragging their Type 38 rifles, and stumbled into the broken trenches.

"Fire! Stop them!"

"Da da da—"

"Da da da—"

The Japanese infantry's Type 92 heavy machine guns and light machine guns opened fire.

But the sounds were scattered, like shots fired here and there, without any discernible pattern.

The machine gunner with the crooked handle pulled the trigger a few times and ran out of bullets.

The ammunition was long gone.

The assistant gunner next to him tried to hand him a new five-round magazine, but when he reached out, he only touched an empty ammunition box.

Even more fatally, the enemy they faced was no longer the same as before.

"Clang, clang—"

Several Japanese machine gun bullets hit the front armor of the Panzer III tank, sending up a few sparks before bouncing away without a trace.

"I've found you."

The tank commander locked his gaze on the machine gun emplacement that was spitting fire through the observation port.

"High-explosive shells, fire!"

"boom!"

The 50mm main gun suddenly retracted.

The remaining sandbag bunker was instantly blown into the air.

The Japanese machine gunner and assistant gunner were torn to shreds by the shockwave before they could even scream.

Another position.

Several Japanese soldiers, carrying cluster grenades, attempted to rush towards a tank from the flank.

"Bang bang bang—"

The MG-34 machine gunner on the 251 half-track armored vehicle following behind the tank fired a long burst of fire.

Three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground immediately.

One of the grenades rolled into the trench and exploded with a bang, the shrapnel hitting the surrounding Japanese soldiers.

"Charge!"

"kill!"

The infantrymen of the Great Xia roared in anger.

With bayonets at their sides, they leaped over the mounds of earth left by the tanks and charged directly into the Japanese soldiers' tattered trenches.

In the trench, a Japanese sergeant, brandishing his command sword, charged at the foremost Daxia soldier, howling.

"Bang!"

A squad leader carrying an STG-44 suddenly appeared from the side and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da—"

A burst of 7.92mm short bullets all struck the Japanese sergeant in the chest.

The Japanese sergeant's chest exploded with seven or eight bursts of blood, and he was sent flying two meters backward, crashing heavily against the trench wall before slid limply down.

Many of the Japanese soldiers didn't even have time to resist.

They had just crawled out of their bunkers, which had been destroyed by artillery fire, and before they could even pick up their guns, they were riddled with bullets by the charging Xia infantry, who pointed their submachine guns at their faces.

Some Japanese soldiers simply dropped their guns, knelt on the ground, and raised their hands.

"We surrender! We're done!"

But the Xia soldiers only gave them a cold look.

They thought of Nanjing.

It reminded me of Shanghai.

I remembered the atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders.

"laugh!"

The bayonet was plunged into his chest, twisted forcefully, and then pulled out.

The Japanese soldier clutched his chest, his eyes wide, and slowly collapsed.

Now, it's the Japanese devils' turn to pay the price!