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

Lin Feng, standing behind, held up his binoculars and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, you're starting to look like a soldier."

This is military training.

You can never train elite troops without seeing bloodshed or hearing the sound of battle.

Although the 400-meter exchange of fire looked exciting, there were actually few casualties on both sides, which served as a good whetstone for these militiamen.

"Commander, look what that is!" Zhao Dashan suddenly shouted, pointing at the stockade wall.

Lin Feng adjusted the telescope's focus.

At several crenellations of the stockade wall, a few bandits were huffing and puffing as they pushed out some thick objects.

Those were several thick elm logs, hollowed out in the middle and tightly bound together with iron hoops. The dark, gaping muzzle looked quite intimidating.

"An elmwood cannon?"

Lin Feng was amused.

This thing is an antique; it's said to have been used during the Taiping Rebellion.

It was filled with gunpowder, iron shot, and gravel. When fired, it created a rain of sparks, and its close-range destructive power was considerable.

"This Xie Heizi is quite wealthy; he even has this kind of thing."

Lin Feng shook his head, a hint of pity in his voice: "What a pity, times have changed, sir."

"Sniper team, get to work."

"Yes."

The snipers who had been lying in ambush in the woods on the flank had long been getting impatient.

Through the high-powered scope, the bandit gunners loading gunpowder and igniting the guns were as clear as if in slow motion.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several crisp gunshots pierced precisely through the noise of the battlefield.

On the stockade wall, a bandit holding a torch, preparing to light it, suddenly jerked his wrist, dropping the torch to the ground. Immediately afterward, a flower of blood bloomed between his eyebrows, and he fell straight off the wall.

Another bandit, who was pouring iron pellets into the cannon's muzzle, was shot in the chest and fell onto the elmwood cannon with a scream.

"Ah, there's a sharpshooter."

"Don't show your face, don't show your face."

The bandits who had just been trying to show off their homemade cannons were instantly turned into cowards. Those few elm wood cannons became mere decorations, sitting forlornly on the wall, looking particularly ridiculous.

They exchanged fire for about half an hour.

Lin Feng glanced at his watch and felt that the time was about right.

The soldiers' fear had subsided considerably, and many even dared to lean against cover, skillfully peeking out, aiming, firing, and retreating. Although their movements were still somewhat stiff, they were already considered qualified soldiers in the local Xia forces at this time.

The remaining experience and skills, you'll have to rely on your life to acquire them, and on countless bloody battles to learn them.

"That's enough, don't waste any more bullets."

Lin Feng lowered his binoculars, raised his right hand high, and then suddenly swung it downwards:

"Artillery company, blast that damn door open for me!"

"Yes."

The artillerymen, who were already starving, quickly turned on their azimuth and elevation mechanisms.

Four 75mm Kremlin mountain guns, their dark muzzles slightly adjusted, locked onto the "iron birch" gate that Xie Heizi had boasted about.

"Ready—Fire!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four loud bangs resounded, and the earth seemed to tremble.

Four 75mm high-explosive grenades, accompanied by a piercing whistle, slammed heavily against the village gate.

What is ironwood? What is harder than iron?

Faced with the overwhelming power of modern chemical explosives, all physical defenses are a joke.

The heavy gate collapsed instantly in the flames of the explosion.

Wood chips and iron scraps mixed with dust and smoke flew in all directions like a rainstorm.

The massive shockwave even shattered the internal organs of several bandits behind the gate, causing them to bleed from all seven orifices and die.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the once sturdy gate had become a huge gap, with only a few pieces of rotten wood hanging forlornly from the hinges on both sides.

"Armored vehicles, assault!"

Lin Feng gave the order again.

"Buzz—"

Four Sd.Kfz.222 armored reconnaissance vehicles roared to life, kicking up clouds of dust, and charged toward the breach in the village gate.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

The 20mm machine gun on the roof turret opened fire.

Such a small-caliber cannon with an extremely high rate of fire would be a disaster if it hit a human body.

A bandit who was trying to hold off the enemy at the gap was hit in the waist by a shell, and his body was instantly cut in two. His upper body flew far away, and his intestines spilled out onto the ground.

The coaxial MG34 general-purpose machine gun also spewed fire, and the dense rain of bullets was like the lash of death, whipping any creature that dared to show its face.

"All companies of the First Battalion, mortars and heavy machine guns, suppress the stockade wall with all your might!"

"First Company, take the militia, follow behind the armored vehicles, and charge in."

"Transfer all the submachine guns from my guard platoon to the first company, give them full close-combat firepower."

Lin Feng issued one order after another.

On the battlefield, a scene unfolded that plunged the bandits into despair.

Four armored vehicles, impervious to bullets and blades, led the way, while machine guns and cannons fired wildly.

Behind them followed fierce infantrymen, their pistols and muskets raining down bullets.

The bandits pulled the trigger in desperation. The bullets struck the tilted steel plates of the armored vehicle, making only a few crisp "clanging" sounds, scattering a few sparks, and then being deflected.

"How...how do we fight this?"

"Invulnerable to swords and spears!"

"Run!"

Their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

This is not a battle, this is a massacre.

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"boom!"

A shell from a mountain gun landed, and the shockwave knocked Xie Heizi to the ground.

He fell flat on his face, his mouth full of mud and blood.

I struggled to get up, my ears ringing as if a million flies were buzzing in them.

He shook his head and tried to open his eyes, only to see a scene he would never forget.

Several gray steel monsters were rolling over the ruins of the village gate and rushing into the square.

Each vibration of that massive cannon barrel claimed several lives.

"What...what is this thing?"

Xie Heizi's eyes widened, almost splitting open at the corners.

"Cannons?! Where did the government troops get cannons?!"

"And armored vehicles...they're impervious to swords and spears!"

He watched as his usually fierce and menacing brothers fell like harvested wheat, some even beaten to a pulp.

A deep sense of powerlessness and absurdity welled up inside me.

"These young people have no martial ethics, they have absolutely no martial ethics."

Xie Heizi roared in despair:

"We're all in the same boat, if you're carrying a rifle, I'm carrying a rifle, why don't we have a real fight?"

"You call your security regiment bandit-suppression unit armed with armored vehicles and artillery? Why don't you just send some planes to bomb me?!"

This is practically a max-level character going back to the newbie village to stomp on newbies, and doing it with cheats on.

"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!"

Xie Heizi raised his two guns, trying to make a final stand against the armored vehicle.

However, he was met with a sharp whistling sound.

"Whoosh—"

An 82mm mortar shell landed less than two meters away from Xie Heizi.

"boom!"

The flames engulfed everything.

Xie Heizi's body instantly became fragmented, like a rag doll torn to pieces by a naughty child, flying into the air before crashing heavily into the dust.

Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, as if protesting the injustice of the war.