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

East of Weifang City, outside the railway station.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the dust from blasted bricks.

"boom!"

A grenade exploded less than 20 meters from the trench, kicking up a large amount of dirt and rubble.

Xu Fei held his German M35 steel helmet firmly with one hand and carried an MP-40 submachine gun with the other.

He crouched low, using the craters and broken brick walls for cover, and with a few swift tactical leaps, jumped directly into the front-line trench filled with mud, water, and shell casings.

Although he had been promoted to lieutenant colonel and deputy regimental commander, Xu Fei was still, at heart, the company commander who always fought desperately at the forefront.

"What's going on?"

Xu Fei spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with sand and shouted loudly.

The battalion commander, a major, was lying behind a sandbag, observing the enemy situation through binoculars.

Upon hearing the voice, he didn't even turn his head, and immediately shouted his report:

"Commander, these Japanese devils are too damn cunning!"

Their grenade launchers were extremely accurate.

All it takes is two veterans; they can just find a corner in the ruins and squat down to launch it.

It is extremely well concealed and makes very little noise.

Those shooters rely entirely on experience and intuition; they can definitely get the grenades into our attack formation within two shots.

The brothers suffered heavy casualties.

The battalion commander lowered his binoculars and pointed to a building several hundred meters ahead:

"The most dangerous thing is that firing point."

The Japanese soldiers mounted two Type 92 heavy machine guns on the second floor.

It was an old-fashioned red brick building with extremely thick walls, and the roof was probably reinforced with concrete.

When our battalion's 82mm mortars hit it, it was like a tickle; they couldn't penetrate it at all.

The brothers were all pinned down on this side of the tracks by those two heavy machine guns; they couldn't even lift their heads.

Xu Fei looked in the direction the battalion commander was pointing.

It was a red brick building spanning the railway line, somewhat like a pedestrian overpass in later times.

The lower part is open to allow trains to pass through, while the upper part is a complete two-story red brick building, like a huge city gate blocking the vital passage.

The originally large glass windows had been completely filled with bricks and sandbags by the Japanese soldiers.

Only two dark, funnel-shaped gun holes, wider on the outside and narrower on the inside, remained.

This ingenious design allowed Japanese machine gunners to fire outwards from inside with great comfort, providing them with an extremely wide field of fire.

However, bullets from the outside are extremely difficult to penetrate through that small hole.

In addition, its superior location, overlooking the entire railway line, makes it an impregnable stronghold.

"Friendly armored units are stuck in a minefield to the south and can't get through for a while."

Xu Fei gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:

"I immediately called for support from the regimental headquarters' 120mm heavy mortars."

Before the heavy artillery arrives, organize a commando team and try again.

We must tear a hole in the Japanese outer defense line!

The battalion commander nodded heavily.

The second company commander, his face covered in soot, immediately understood and turned to shout:

"I need two fire teams!"

"Big Head, Iron Ox! You two take your men and come with me!"

"yes!"

Sergeant Tie Niu, an extremely robust man, hoisted the heavy Czech-made light machine gun onto his shoulder and patted the stock:

"Come on, let these sons of bitches taste our might!"

On the rear positions.

Two Maxim water-cooled heavy machine guns and three 82mm mortars were quickly set up.

The Japanese deployed three lines of sandbag defenses horizontally along the railway tracks, using the red brick railway station on the side as cover, and also erected a dense barbed wire fence.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The 82mm mortar fired first.

Several high-explosive shells landed accurately behind the Japanese's first sandbag defense line, instantly suppressing the machine gun squad that was spitting fire.

The two Maxim guns positioned on the flanks of the attacking force also began to roar.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

The dense hail of bullets lashed at the sandbags like whips, forcing the Japanese riflemen who tried to peek out to fight back back behind their bunkers.

"superior!"

The second company commander waved his hand and led the assault team to leap out of the trench.

Using the abandoned carriages and piles of sleepers beside the tracks as cover, they advanced in alternating shifts.

"Watch out for the window on the second floor from the side!"

The second company commander pointed to a half-open window on the side of the red brick train station and shouted.

Tie Niu quickly lunged forward and lay down on the spot.

He firmly slammed the tripod of the Czech machine gun onto the sleeper, and pointed the muzzle at the window.

Sure enough, a Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet was trying to lean out of the window.

"Watch out, Molotov cocktails!"

The second company commander, with his sharp eyes, spotted the glass bottle in the Japanese soldier's hand that was flaming.

However, before the Japanese soldier could throw the Molotov cocktail...

The machine gun in Tie Niu's hand had already opened fire.

"Da da da!"

A precise short burst.

The Japanese soldier was shot in the head, his helmet was knocked off, and he fell backward back into the building.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp sound of shattering glass came from inside the building.

A burst of intense fire erupted from the window, accompanied by the extremely shrill screams of several Japanese soldiers.

"Grenade!"

The second company commander struck while the iron was hot.

A commando quickly took the M24 stick grenade from his waist.

Unscrew the back cover and pull down the white ceramic bead fuse.

He paused for a second in his hand, then suddenly flung it away.

The wooden-handled grenade spun in the air and flew with remarkable precision into the window that was emitting flames.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, a thick plume of black smoke billowed from the window, and the screams abruptly ceased.

Several soldiers lay down on the spot, set up their rifles, and aimed at other possible locations where the Japanese might appear.

The second company commander led the remaining men to continue their advance.

"Do do do do—"

From the red-brick building spanning the railway in the distance, the distinctive sound of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, as clear as a woodpecker's, rang out once more.

The dense hail of bullets practically chased after the platoon leader and his men, bouncing wildly on the tracks and sending up countless sparks and pebbles.

"what!"

One of the assault team members running behind was shot in the thigh and fell onto the tracks with a scream.

But the remaining people had no time to grieve, not even a moment to look back.

In urban warfare, stopping means death.

They can only focus on the goal at hand and desperately rush forward.

Soon, the second company commander and his men used a destroyed coal car as cover to approach the Japanese army's first sandbag fortification.

I can finally catch my breath.

The second company commander leaned against the cold steel carriage and wiped the sweat mixed with black ash from his forehead.

"Fire!"

Just a dozen meters away, there was a circular fortification built by the Japanese soldiers using sandbags.

Japanese soldiers wearing caps kept popping their heads out and blindly firing their Type 38 rifles in this direction.

"Grenade!"

Another barrage of grenades rained down.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sandbags were blown to pieces, and the Japanese soldiers inside screamed in agony as their limbs flew into the air.

"kill!"

The second company commander took the lead and rushed out of the bunker.

He and several soldiers leaped and rolled directly into the circular fortification that had just been bombarded by grenades.

Without even bothering to brush the mud off his body, the second company commander raised his MP-40 assault rifle.

"Da da da da—"

A burst of 9mm pistol bullets was fired like a waterspout.

They sent all the Japanese soldiers in the fortifications, who were dazed and confused from the bombing and were trying to fight back, to meet their Amaterasu Omikami.