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

"Bang! Bang!"

Two 37mm armor-piercing rounds came hurtling straight in with a sharp whistling sound.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp metallic clangs rang out from the right side armor of tank number 231.

Sparks flew everywhere.

However, as a heavy tank, the Tiger tank also had side armor that was a full 80 millimeters thick.

Even at a distance of 400 meters, the Japanese Type 94 37mm rapid-fire gun couldn't penetrate this thick tortoise shell at all.

The armor-piercing round was deflected and its whereabouts are unknown.

"Stop the car and turn right to engage the enemy!"

Xu Rui crawled back into the turret, pressed the microphone to his throat, and shouted the order.

In armored warfare, always present the thickest frontal armor towards the direction from which enemy fire is coming; this is an ironclad rule.

The driver yanked the control lever, and the massive vehicle began to lurch awkwardly along the dirt road.

The car next to it, number 232, also reacted quickly and prepared to turn.

However, they were a little unlucky.

"Whoosh—!"

Another armor-piercing shell from the Japanese came flying in.

This time, the shell didn't hit the armor, but rather struck the right track of vehicle number 232 with remarkable precision.

"Snap!"

A sickening metallic snapping sound.

The wide tracks were broken and scattered all over the ground instantly.

Tank No. 232 had only one track still functioning properly, and the vehicle spun around in place, barely completing half of the turn.

It was angled at 45 degrees towards the mound on the right.

The engine groaned a few times, and the driver quickly cut off the power to prevent damage to the transmission system.

"231, here is 232."

Our right track broke, and we lost our mobility.

Requesting fire support!

The anxious voice of the train commander of vehicle number 232 came through the radio.

"Roger that, 232. Keep firepower going, we'll cover you!"

Xu Rui became the busiest person in the car at this moment.

He peered through the observation window of the command tower, his eyes fixed on the distant mounds, searching for the Japanese firing positions.

He loudly instructed the gunners to adjust the turret's direction in preparation for a counterattack.

At the same time, the co-pilot should switch radio channels to contact the infantry commander at the rear of the vehicle.

Large beads of sweat slid down Xu Rui's forehead and landed on his black uniform.

The air inside the car seemed to freeze, filled with the smells of diesel and gunpowder.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, but no one panicked.

These armored soldiers are elite troops who have been instilled with countless skills and experience by the system.

"Turret turn to two o'clock, distance 400, high-explosive shell loading!"

"Loading complete!" the loader shouted.

Just then, several more armor-piercing shells came flying from the mound.

One of the shots hit the 112mm thick gun shield of tank number 231.

"clang--!"

A crisp, deafening metallic clang echoed through the carriage.

The massive shockwave from the violent collision of steel against steel caused everyone inside the vehicle to feel a tightness in their chest and nausea, with a ringing in their ears.

But the gun shield remained sturdy, without even a crack.

"Coaxial machine gun, spray that mound and suppress them!"

Xu Rui rubbed his ears, which were still numb from the shock, and gave a loud order.

"Da da da da—!"

The MG-34 coaxial machine gun on the turret instantly spat out a long tongue of fire.

A hail of bullets swept towards the distant bushes, sending branches and leaves flying.

"Damn it, the Japanese are coming! Watch out!"

Xu Rui looked through the observation window and suddenly saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

Around the distant mound, amidst waist-high weeds.

The Japanese soldiers surged out like a tidal wave.

They wore white headbands with the words "Victory is certain" written on them and carried gleaming bayonets.

Many of them also had explosive packs and cluster grenades strapped to their chests.

"Banzai—!"

Hundreds and thousands of Japanese soldiers, howling like wild beasts, launched a frenzied, suicidal charge against the machine gun fire of the tanks.

"Machine guns, fire! Infantry! Where are the infantry? Stop them!"

Xu Rui shouted into the radio.

The coaxial machine guns on both Tiger tanks and the bow machine gun at the front of the hull opened fire simultaneously.

Four thick lines of fire intertwined across the wilderness, forming a web of death.

Tracer bullets formed dazzling red lines, constantly lashing at the charging Japanese troops.

The Japanese soldiers at the forefront fell in droves, like wheat being harvested.

But the Japanese soldiers behind them, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, continued to surge forward madly.

The distance is getting closer and closer...

"Company commander, there are Japanese soldiers everywhere, what should we do?"

"Then open fire everywhere! Set up the machine guns! Damn it!"

The infantry accompanying the tanks were the same battalion that Xu Fei had previously led.

The company commander pulled down one soldier with each hand, then lay down on the roadside drainage ditch.

The machine gunner next to him quickly slammed the tripod of the Czech light machine gun into the dirt and pulled the bolt.

"Da da da da—"

The crisp sound of gunfire tore through the wilderness.

More than a dozen light and heavy machine guns were quickly set up and opened fire, and a dense network of crossfire instantly formed in front of the position.

The Japanese soldiers at the forefront crashed into this invisible wall of steel.

The bullet pierced through the body, drawing out puffs of blood mist.

His body trembled violently amidst the dense hail of bullets, and severed limbs and tattered uniforms tumbled through the air.

However, among these ambushing Japanese soldiers were many experienced junior officers. They didn't just charge in blindly.

Several Japanese sergeants brandished their swords and shouted loudly.

Several smoke grenades were thrown in front of the position, and thick white smoke spread rapidly.

Taking advantage of the smoke and the terrain, the Japanese soldiers dispersed in twos and threes, constantly lying down, leaping forward, and getting closer.

Many Japanese soldiers were shot down by machine gun fire, but more were approaching.

Behind them, the Japanese grenade launchers and Type 92 heavy machine guns also began to unleash their power.

"Thump! Thump!"

Several grenades landed and exploded in the infantry position.

Dirt mixed with shrapnel flew everywhere.

A machine gunner who was changing a magazine groaned, clutched his neck, and collapsed, blood gushing out from between his fingers.

The assistant gunner shoved aside his comrade's body, took the machine gun, and continued to pull the trigger.

"The black card is causing trouble!"

"Damn those little Japanese devils!"

On the battlefield, shouts and curses mingled with the deafening sounds of gunfire.

The distance was reduced to fifty meters.

The two sides began throwing grenades at each other.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the shockwaves overturned the weeds on the ground.

From the smoke, dozens of Japanese soldiers, brandishing gleaming bayonets, charged out yelling. They intended to end the battle with their most proficient weapon: hand-to-hand combat.

However, the main force regiment of the 107th Division had already undergone a re-equipment process.

At the grassroots level, platoon and squad leaders were all equipped with submachine guns, including MP-18s and MP-40s.

"beat!"

The platoon leader picked up the MP-40 and pulled the trigger.

At close range, countless 9mm pistol bullets were sprayed out like water.

The Japanese soldiers at the front were instantly riddled with bullets, bleeding profusely.

The Japanese soldier who had tried to fight with bayonets stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, and fell into a pool of blood, filled with resentment.

On the other side, Tiger tank No. 231 stood firm, its massive hull blocking the path of No. 232, whose tracks were broken.

Inside the turret, Xu Rui was covered in sweat, constantly issuing orders.

"fire!"