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

At noon, the sun was high in the sky.

In the trenches surrounding the ruined temple, the infantrymen of the First Regiment were clutching their rifles and hurriedly eating their dry rations.

Xu Fei leaned against a section of broken wall, holding half a hard coarse grain cake in his hand, and swallowed it with cold water from his military canteen.

Several hours had passed since the division headquarters issued the order to suspend the attack.

The brothers were all holding back a lot of energy.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble slightly.

At first, there was only a very slight tremor, which even caused fine ripples to appear on the surface of the water in the kettle.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled, rhythmic rumbling sound faintly came from the road behind.

The sound grew louder and clearer.

Accompanied by a very unique, deep and violent engine roar, the surrounding ruins seemed to crumble and shed dust.

"Commander, what's that commotion?"

The second company commander stuffed the half-eaten pancake into his pocket, grabbed his submachine gun, and peered behind him:

"That was a huge commotion, was it an earthquake?"

Xu Fei didn't say anything, but quickly stood up and raised the binoculars in front of his chest.

On the dirt road behind, the morning mist had long since dissipated, and billowing dust filled the air.

Two steel fortresses painted in a yellow-green field camouflage pattern roared past, crushing the potholes on the dirt road.

The wide, thick metal tracks relentlessly crushed the stones on the road, producing a sickening metallic scraping sound.

The heavy, vertical armor gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight.

The sides of the turret are painted with extremely conspicuous white tactical numbers: "231" and "232".

What impressed them most was the thick, long main gun barrel at the front of the turret, pointing straight to the sky, exuding a sense of oppressive power to destroy everything.

Xu Fei's hand holding the binoculars trembled slightly.

As a veteran officer who graduated from the 12th class of the Infantry Department of the Whampoa Military Academy, he had seen quite a bit of the world.

On the Shanghai battlefield, he saw the Panzer I tanks that the National Revolutionary Army had imported at great expense, as well as Vickers amphibious tanks.

Those things have thin armor and their main weapon is only a machine gun; they're basically just tin cans.

Later, following Lin Feng, he witnessed the Panzer III medium tanks and 38t light tanks equipped by Zhao Dashan's armored brigade.

The 50mm main gun and thick armor of the Panzer III had already amazed him.

But the two tanks in front of him completely overturned his understanding.

The sheer size and exaggerated weight of the vehicle made the Panzer III look like an immature toy in comparison.

"Wow, our legion has this kind of good stuff?"

Xu Fei put down his binoculars and couldn't help but swallow.

A veteran sergeant standing nearby stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist:

"Commander, you have a lot of experience."

"Tell everyone, isn't this like they just took the turrets off a warship and moved them onto land?"

The infantrymen in the trenches were all dumbfounded, sticking their heads out and pointing at the two steel behemoths, their eyes filled with shock and fervor.

"squeak--"

With a screeching sound of brakes, the two Tiger tanks came to a steady stop in the open space outside the dilapidated temple.

The heavy vehicle lurched forward due to inertia, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Click".

The turret hatch of tank number 231 was pushed open from the inside.

Two tank commanders, dressed in black armored uniforms and wearing boat-shaped soft caps, jumped off the tank with practiced ease.

They stood tall and straight, exuding the spirit of battle-hardened veterans.

Leading the group was Xu Rui, an armored corps officer who had previously distinguished himself on the battlefield.

Xu Rui strode up to Xu Fei, stood at attention, and gave a perfectly standard military salute, his tone neither humble nor arrogant:

"Lieutenant Colonel Xu, commander of vehicle number 231 in the heavy armored assault platoon, has been ordered to come and support your unit in combat."

Xu Fei quickly returned the greeting, his gaze still lingering on the Tiger tank:

"Train Chief Xu, thank you for your hard work."

With you two great figures helping us, those Japanese devils on the other side are doomed today.

Without wasting any words, Xu Rui took out a military map from his map pouch and spread it out on a table.

"Lieutenant Colonel Xu, time is of the essence, let's go straight to the tactical details."

Xu Rui pointed to the railway bridge marked on the map and the Japanese positions on the opposite bank:

"Our tanks have extremely thick frontal armor."

The Japanese infantry guns, mountain guns, and even their rapid-fire machine guns on the other side of the strait were simply unable to penetrate our frontal defenses.

When we launch the attack, your infantry absolutely do not need to be at the forefront...

Xu Rui raised his head and looked into Xu Fei's eyes:

"You just need to follow behind our tracks and use the tanks as cover to advance."

The only task is to keep a close eye on both sides.

Eliminate any Japanese infantrymen who try to approach the tanks, throw explosive charges, or use cluster grenades.

The task of preventing infantry from getting close is yours to handle.

"Leave the frontal firing positions to us."

Xu Fei nodded heavily after listening.

This combined arms tactic, when properly coordinated, can minimize infantry casualties.

"no problem."

Xu Fei patted his chest and assured him:

"I will gather all the submachine guns in the battalion to protect your flanks."

If any Japanese soldiers dare to show their faces, we will riddle them with bullets.

However, the reinforced concrete machine gun bunkers at the bridgehead and the artillery positions on the high ground on the opposite bank posed too great a threat to the infantry.

We hope you will prioritize destroying them.

"Just leave it to our 88mm main gun."

Xu Rui confidently patted the turret armor next to him.

The two quickly pulled out their pocket watches.

"It's 12:45 PM now."

Xu Rui looked at the hands of the watch face:

"At 2:00 PM sharp, the attack will be launched."

Tune your walkie-talkie to channel 3 to ensure uninterrupted communication.

"clear!"

Time passed by, second by second.

1:50 PM.

A muffled and dense double-engine roar suddenly came from the sky.

This sound was different from the sharp whistling of the Stuka; it carried an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

The infantrymen in the trenches all looked up at the sky.

The clouds were torn apart.

Four massive HE-111 bombers appeared in the sky above the battlefield, forming a neat diamond formation.

The all-glass greenhouse-like cockpit at the nose of the aircraft gleamed blindingly in the sunlight.

"The Air Force brothers are here to clean up the mess!"

The second company commander excitedly waved his fist and shouted.

Everyone looked up and saw the HE-111 formation flying smoothly over the railway bridge, cutting directly into the depths of the Japanese positions on the opposite bank.

The bomb bay door under the fuselage slowly opened.

It was accompanied by a chilling, ear-piercing whistling sound.

A dense barrage of dark, unsightly aerial bombs fell from the sky.

The bombs traced deadly parabolas in the air, accurately striking the outer defenses of the Japanese troops.

"Boom! Boom! Rumble—!"

The Japanese positions on the opposite bank were instantly engulfed by a continuous barrage of explosions and flames.

The earth trembled and the wind howled.

Tons of soil, broken sandbags, and twisted gun parts, mixed with the mutilated limbs of Japanese soldiers, were hurled high into the air by the violent shockwave.

From north to south, the entire defensive line was completely ravaged by these four large bombers.

Clusters of fireballs shot into the sky, blotting out the sun.

"good!"

"Blow these sons of bitches to death!"

On this side of the river, the Great Xia infantrymen erupted in deafening cheers from their trenches.

Compared to the Stuka dive bombers that the Legion used to frequently deploy, the carpet bombing by the HE-111, a large bomber, was clearly more visually impactful.

The overwhelming sense of destruction made every infantryman feel their blood boil, and their morale instantly soared to its peak.