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

"Quickly, quickly, take over the position!"

A soldier quickly picked up the light machine gun with a blunt handle that was stained with the blood of Japanese soldiers from the ground.

He turned his gun around and began firing wildly at the Japanese's second line of defense, suppressing the enemy's firepower.

Taking advantage of this moment, the remaining attack team at the rear of the carriage, under the cover of machine gun fire, quickly jumped out of their cover and began to move to a new position, preparing for the next round of alternating attacks.

In this way, the two assault teams took turns providing cover, and managed to advance more than 200 meters forward on the Japanese defense line.

Suddenly, a very deep whistling sound came from the sky behind them.

"Waaah—"

The second company commander's expression changed upon hearing the voice.

This noise was much more muffled than the 82mm mortars in the battalion; it was enough to make anyone's heart pound.

He knew that the regiment's 120mm heavy mortars had opened fire.

"Lie down! Everyone lie down!"

The second company commander roared at the top of his lungs and shoved a new recruit next to him down behind a sandbag.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The power of a 120mm heavy mortar is absolutely formidable.

One after another, shells loaded with more than ten kilograms of high explosives flew through the sky in high arcs before crashing down.

The area around the train station looked as if it had been hit by an earthquake.

A huge fireball exploded into the air, blasting the Japanese troops on the opposite side into chaos.

The sturdy sandbag fortifications were torn apart like paper, and the railway tracks were blasted into twists and deformities, sticking up into the air like pretzel ropes.

A round of extremely fierce artillery fire followed.

The second company commander shook the dirt off his helmet, raised his head, and cautiously looked ahead.

The next second, he angrily slammed his fist on the sandbag and cursed loudly:

"Damn it! That red brick building didn't collapse!"

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The red brick building that spanned the railway was riddled with craters and bullet holes on its exterior.

However, the main structure remains sturdy.

"Do do do do—"

After a brief pause, the extremely arrogant sound of the two Type 92 heavy machine guns rang out again.

The dense line of fire wove together into a deadly net, pinning the attack team led by the second company commander back behind their bunker, rendering them completely immobile.

Xu Fei, who was directing operations from the rear, watched this scene through his binoculars, his teeth clenched with anxiety.

"Commander, heavy mortars are still too ineffective against these reinforced brick and stone buildings."

The battalion commander said anxiously from the side:

"Unless you hit the top cover directly, it will be difficult to destroy the machine gun positions inside."

Just as Xu Fei was preparing to order the formation of a suicide squad to carry explosives and forcefully detonate the weapon.

Suddenly, a very muffled sound of tracks rolling and engine roaring came from afar.

"Buzz—rumble—"

Xu Fei suddenly turned his head.

Two strangely shaped tracked vehicles were seen slowly driving into the outer perimeter of the train station, crushing the ruins.

These two tanks do not have enclosed turrets.

Instead, there is a towering, open, and enormous battle chamber.

A very thick, short cannon barrel protrudes from the front of the fighting compartment.

"It's the armored unit of the 1st Honor Brigade!"

The battalion commander shouted excitedly.

This was precisely the "Bison II" 150mm self-propelled heavy infantry gun that Lin Feng had specifically ordered to be transferred to support urban warfare.

Originally, a total of four vehicles were sent.

As a result, on the way into the city, one of the vehicles unfortunately stepped on an anti-tank mine planted by the Japanese, which blew off its tracks.

The other vehicle broke down on the road due to mechanical failure.

In the end, only these two "Bison" vehicles successfully reached the front line of the train station.

The commander of the "Bison" tank jumped off the vehicle, ran quickly to Xu Fei, and saluted.

"Lieutenant Colonel, 2nd Platoon, Self-Propelled Artillery Company, 1st Honor Brigade, ordered to provide support!"

Xu Fei disregarded formalities, grabbed the train conductor, and pointed to the red brick building in the distance that was raging and spewing flames:

"Do you see that machine gun emplacement on the second floor?"

"Take it apart."

"clear!"

The tank commander turned and ran back to the tank, climbing into the open fighting compartment.

"Target: the second floor of the red brick building directly in front of you."

High-explosive shell, loading.

Two Bison self-propelled guns were lined up next to the railway tracks.

The thick 150mm caliber cannon slowly rose, its dark muzzle pointing directly at the arrogant red brick building.

"Fire!"

"boom--!!!"

Two earth-shattering explosions erupted simultaneously.

The immense recoil caused the heavy vehicle to lurch backward.

Two 150mm heavy shells, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, instantly traversed a distance of several hundred meters.

"Boom!"

Just one shot.

The red brick building, which even a 120mm heavy mortar could not penetrate, had a huge hole blasted into half of the second-floor wall.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the Type 92 heavy machine gun inside, along with the Japanese gunner, was instantly blown to pieces.

"Keep firing! Flatten it completely!"

The train conductor roared excitedly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two Bison tanks opened fire in succession, and more than a dozen 150mm heavy artillery shells pounded on the building one after another.

Faced with overwhelming direct firepower, any brick and stone structure becomes a joke.

It was accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The entire red brick building collapsed in the violent explosion, turning into a pile of smoke-filled ruins.

The Japanese troops' strongest firing position at the train station was completely wiped out.

"Brothers, charge!"

The second company commander leaped up from behind the sandbags, holding a submachine gun, and let out a deafening roar.

"kill--!"

Countless Xia soldiers leaped out of the trenches like tigers descending a mountain, stepping over the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and launched a final assault on the ruins of the train station.

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Xu Fei leaned against a twisted section of railway track, panting heavily.

The military uniform was covered in mud, ash, and blood of unknown origin.

He removed the empty magazine from his MP-40 submachine gun, pulled a fully loaded new magazine from the leather magazine pouch on his chest, and pushed it into the magazine with a "click".

The surrounding infantrymen were rapidly moving through the ruins, clearing away the remaining wounded Japanese soldiers and collecting ammunition.

"Ugh—!"

The piercing air raid siren suddenly sounded from the rear positions.

"Take cover, prepare for air defense!"

The company commanders' hoarse shouts pierced through the noise of the battlefield.

Xu Fei suddenly looked up.

Below the clouds, three Type 97 light bombers, painted with plaster logos, emerged from the clouds, their noses pointing directly at the ruins of the train station.

The aerial bombs fell with a sharp whistling sound.

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions erupted on both sides of the railway tracks.

The blast wave knocked over several soldiers who were carrying ammunition boxes.

Large chunks of dirt and gravel slammed into Xu Fei's helmet with dull thuds.

Anti-aircraft fire accompanied the advancing infantry and quickly opened fire.

Two Sd.Kfz.222 light armored vehicles raised their gun barrels, and the 20mm autocannons on their roofs roared deafeningly.

"Thump thump thump—"

Tracer bullets intertwined in the air, forming a dense net of fire.

The wing of a Japanese bomber was hit by a 20mm cannon, the skin shattered, and a plume of black smoke billowed out.

The Japanese pilot dared not linger, hastily dropped the remaining bombs, pulled up the nose of the plane, and fled north.

The bombers had just flown away when another roar of engines came from the sky.

That's the distinctive roar of a Daimler-Benz engine.

"Our plane is here!"