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

Ichiro Mifune's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly looked up.

It's not visible in the night sky.

But something was clearly being shot at.

"Lie down—"

Before the word "fall" could even be uttered—

boom!!!

The grenade landed precisely twenty meters in front of the earthen slope, exploding in a burst of fire.

Soil, gravel, and grass clippings, mixed with air currents, came crashing down on us.

Ichiro Mifune lay on the ground, his ears ringing, his face covered in dirt.

He struggled to his feet, his mind blank.

How could a mere security force possess the Empire's grenade launchers?

Moreover, the accuracy of this shooting—

Before he could figure it out, a beam of light shone from the guard tower opposite, piercing the night sky and shining directly onto the earthen slope.

Then, the familiar "rat-a-tat-tat" sound of the Maxim water-cooled machine gun rang out.

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The Wang family mansion.

Wang Fuhai sat in his study, twirling a walnut in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall.

Tick, tick.

Time moves very slowly.

He appeared calm, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner anxiety.

Success or failure hinges on tonight.

"Master, it's late, you should rest." Butler Wang Fu brought in ginseng tea.

"No rush." ​​Wang Fuhai took the tea, took a sip, and said, "Wait for news."

He trusted his son, and even more so those ronin who looked fierce and menacing.

Security regiment? A bunch of defeated soldiers and green recruits who just finished fighting, what kind of fighting power could they have?

After tonight, the Wang family will be in charge of Qing County.

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Security regiment's headquarters.

The oil lamp was lit, and Lin Feng sat at the table.

In fact, it wasn't just the Wang family who had spies in the security regiment's garrison; Lin Feng had also long ago spent money to bribe a group of thugs, beggars, and coachmen in the city to keep a close eye on the Wang family and the various city gates.

They even left some system soldiers to monitor the area outside the city gates.

He received the news not long after the Wang family led their men out of the city.

They arrived as expected.

He wasn't surprised at all.

In the middle of the night, a group of people who don't sleep come out with their equipment; they definitely can't be just visiting.

"Commander, everything is ready." Zhao Dashan pushed open the door and entered, lowering his voice. "Two companies have already bypassed the enemy lines according to the planned route and are in ambush at their designated positions. On the garrison side, two companies have moved into their defensive positions, and machine guns and grenade launchers are all in place."

Lin Feng nodded: "What about the militia?"

"As you ordered, everyone was gathered in the dormitory, the doors and windows were locked from the outside, and our people were guarding them. We told them it was an emergency assembly and they didn't suspect anything."

"it is good."

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the map on the wall.

He is very self-aware.

In his past life, he was a corporate slave and an internet military enthusiast. He was good at theoretical discussions, but when it came to actual frontline combat, he was still learning and improving, and he wasn't even a fully realized rifleman yet.

Fortunately, there is a system.

He only needs to make decisions; the specific tactical execution and battlefield command can be completely handed over to the outstanding sergeants from each squad that the system has redeemed.

For example, Zhao Dashan, the squad leaders of each class, and the company commanders who were promoted from the squad leaders.

Rather than rushing to the front lines, it is wiser to stay in the command center and take control of the overall situation.

"Tell each company to proceed according to plan."

"Yes."

Lin Feng sat down again, picked up his teacup, and slowly sipped his tea.

But in his mind, he was quickly making plans.

The Wang family sent out of the city, numbering at most a hundred or so.

On our side, there are four infantry companies from various systems, totaling over six hundred men, well-equipped and ready to wait for the enemy to attack.

crush.

His only worry was whether any of the newly recruited militia members were traitors from the Wang family. Would they cause a ruckus once the battle began?

Therefore, it's better to lock them up, which avoids unnecessary casualties and eliminates unforeseen circumstances.

We'll clean up the mess slowly after this battle is over.

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Outside the camp, behind the earthen slope.

Ichiro Mifune was stunned by the sudden grenade launcher attack.

As the dirt pelted down on him, only one thought crossed his mind:

We've fallen for their trap!

The fiery trajectories drew dazzling red lines across the night sky, while machine gun fire, mixed with tracer rounds, lashed the earthen slopes.

Mud flew everywhere, and grass clippings danced in the air.

Several slow-reacting ronin were immediately riddled with bullets, not even having time to scream.

"Baka!"

Ichiro Mifune lay face down on the ground, his face pressed against the cold earth, his heart pounding.

Is this some kind of security force?

That firepower density, that reaction speed...

Did that idiot Wang Wenbo bring the Central Army here?!

But the ferocity of the Japanese soldiers quickly overcame their fear.

Ichiro Mifune crawled behind a tree and roared hoarsely:

"Spread out! Return fire with grenade launchers and machine guns. Take out the searchlights first."

The surviving ronin were all veterans; they immediately carried out the orders.

The three grenade launchers were re-erected behind the earthen slope and, braving the hail of bullets, fired haphazardly toward the guard tower.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The grenades exploded near the perimeter wall, flashing with fire.

Two light machine guns also started firing "rat-a-tat-tat," trying to suppress the machine guns on the guard tower and the gate tower.

Ichiro Mifune leaned against a large tree, picked up his Type 38 rifle, squinted, and aimed at a vague figure on the guard tower.

The muzzle flash was particularly striking in the darkness.

boom!

The bullet flew out, but hit the wooden stake, sending up a few splinters of wood.

The machine gunner on the watchtower seemed to be enraged, turned his gun around, and fired a long burst.

The bullets thudded into the tree trunk, sending wood chips flying and making Ichiro Mifune's ears go numb.

The two sides exchanged blows, with gunfire and explosions echoing throughout.

The night was illuminated by firelight and tracer bullets, making it as bright as day.

But the stalemate was soon broken.

A heavier, more violent gunshot joined the chorus.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The rhythm wasn't fast, but every sound felt like a heavy hammer blow to the chest.

It was a voice that Ichiro Mifune had never heard before.

He subconsciously looked up.

On the gate tower of the garrison, a heavy machine gun with a rugged design and an exceptionally thick barrel had been set up at some point.

The gun muzzle spewed out a foot-long flame, which was particularly terrifying in the darkness.

Then he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The first round of short bursts consisted of three bullets.

His target was a mound of earth thirty meters to his left, behind which two ronin were hiding.

A 12.7×99mm large-caliber bullet, the length of an adult's palm, hurtles towards you at a speed exceeding 800 meters per second.

puff!

The first bullet easily pierced through the half-meter-thick mound of earth, its momentum undiminished, and went straight into the chest of the ronin behind.

There was no stopping.

The moment a bullet enters the human body, a cavity effect occurs.

A hole the size of a bowl burst open in his back, and ribs, internal organs, and bits of flesh gushed out mixed with fresh blood.

The ronin didn't even utter a sound before his upper body was almost torn apart, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

A second bullet followed, piercing the thigh of another ronin standing nearby.

The thick thigh bone broke like a fragile tree branch, and the entire leg was severed from the abdomen down, with only a little skin and flesh connecting it.

The severed limb flew a long way, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

A heart-wrenching scream rang out for a moment, then abruptly stopped; the man quickly lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

Ichiro Mifune's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

What...what the hell is this thing?!