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

"Hehe, you little devils, look this way."

A rough voice rang out.

The Japanese soldiers instinctively turned around.

A dozen or so burly men dressed in camouflage and fully armed stood behind them, grinning menacingly at them.

That was Lin Feng's elite German-equipped combat engineer squad.

The squad leader, looking at the twenty-odd Japanese soldiers who had sold their backsides to him, grinned so wide his mouth stretched to his ears.

"Beat him for me."

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat."

"Da da da da da".

The crisp, short bursts of the MP40 submachine gun, mixed with the ferocious spray of the PPSh submachine gun, instantly echoed through the alley.

The dense barrage of bullets, like a metal storm, swept through the narrow space.

Before the Japanese soldiers could even cock their Type 38 rifles, they were riddled with bullets, their flesh flying everywhere.

But that's not the most desperate thing.

Two sappers carrying steel cylinders emerged from behind and pulled the trigger.

"call--!"

Two long fire dragons erupted, instantly engulfing all the space behind the broken wall.

"ah--!!!"

This time, the screams were ten times more agonizing than before.

Flamethrower, the true king of urban warfare, an absolute must-have for clearing out blind spots.

In just over ten seconds, all twenty-odd Japanese soldiers were turned into charred remains.

"Retreat! Move to another location!"

The sapper squad leader didn't even glance at the spoils of war. With a wave of his hand, he led his men into another alley and disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a pile of still-burning corpses and the lingering smell of roasted meat.

……

In the middle of the street.

Captain Ono was completely dumbfounded.

He had received rigorous field training and knew how to charge on the plains and how to maneuver in the mountains.

But he had never fought a battle like this before.

The enemy appeared like ghosts, emerging from above, from below, and from behind.

There were sniper shots everywhere, and traps everywhere.

The burst of gunfire and screams he had just heard had terrified him.

"Baka! What kind of unit is this? How come they have so many automatic weapons?!"

Captain Ono brandished his sword and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Don't panic. First squad, spread out to the left side of the street. Second squad, take the high ground. Don't crowd together."

He attempted to reorganize the disorganized troops.

Although he wore a helmet and a uniform similar to that of ordinary soldiers, his command sword, gleaming in the setting sun, and the Japanese soldiers around him constantly approaching him, saluting, and waiting for orders, had already betrayed him.

In the chaotic battlefield, he was like a shining light bulb.

Three hundred meters away, in the attic of a house.

A sniper clad in camouflage netting coldly observes everything through a 4x scope.

"Found you, big fish."

The sniper's lips curled slightly as the crosshairs steadily locked onto Captain Ono's chest.

Breathe, hold your breath, pre-compress.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, but it was not noticeable in the noisy battlefield.

But Captain Ono, who was brandishing his sword, suddenly froze.

He looked down, staring in disbelief at the rapidly expanding blood hole in his chest.

"I...I..."

He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out.

"Clang!"

The commander's sword fell onto the bluestone slab.

Immediately afterwards, Captain Ono fell straight backward, dying with his eyes wide open.

"The company commander! The company commander has been killed!"

The surrounding Japanese soldiers were instantly thrown into chaos, looking around in terror, trying to find the unseen Grim Reaper.

But all they heard in response was the sound of the wind and sporadic gunfire in the distance.

----

Night falls.

Inside the Japanese temporary command post outside Qibao Town, all the Japanese officers and soldiers had their heads down.

Colonel Tatsuhiko Tsuda sat on a stool, listening to the battle reports from the front, his face contorted with bulging veins, looking like a primary school student in a future ranking game who had suffered ten consecutive defeats.

"Reporting to the Colonel, the 2nd Company's attack has been stalled. Company Commander Captain Ono has died in battle. Casualties...more than one-third of the company has been killed."

"Report: The enemy possesses a large number of automatic weapons, as well as flamethrowers. Their tactics are extremely cunning, and they are putting up a fierce resistance from behind buildings."

"Report: We have detected a suspected enemy sniper who is specifically targeting our officers and sergeants."

One bad news after another lashed out at Tatsuhiko Tsuda's face like a whip.

"Baka!"

Tatsuhiko Tsuda suddenly stood up and kicked over the ammunition box in front of him.

"This is definitely not some cannon fodder hastily brought in for defense; this is a formidable enemy."

He paced back and forth in the tent, his brow furrowed.

"This level of urban warfare, this firepower... have we run into the Central Army's Training Corps? Or that legendary Tax Police Corps?"

"But Qibao Town is just a small town on the flank. Why would the Chinese put such elite troops in such an insignificant place instead of placing them on the main battlefront in Dachang or Zhabei?"

Tatsuhiko Tsuda was completely baffled.

But he knew that the current situation had exceeded his expectations.

It was already dark. To fight a night battle in such a small town with its complex terrain and fierce enemy firepower would be suicide.

"Pass down the order."

Tatsuhiko Tsuda took a deep breath and made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life:

"Cease the attack and rest on the spot. The 2nd Company shall withdraw to the bridgehead and rendezvous with the 1st Company. They shall set up camp on both sides of the bridgehead and establish defensive fortifications."

"Since the enemy is elite, then we'll fight them honorably!"

He looked at the dark town, a fierce glint in his eyes:

"Tomorrow morning, the entire army will advance. I will use our overwhelming numerical superiority to crush them in one fell swoop."

At this time, Tatsuhiko Tsuda's mindset was still stuck in the era of World War I or even the Russo-Japanese War.

If you can't take it, then you definitely haven't deployed enough troops.

This is a typical example of "rushing forward like a pig."

He had no idea that at the very moment he ordered the camp to be set up, countless eyes were watching them from the shadows of the town, like eyes on a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Lin Feng looked at the bonfire the Japanese soldiers had lit at the bridgehead and smiled.

"The Japanese have set up camp? Great, that's so thoughtful."

Lin Feng picked up the earphones and microphone connected to the radio:

"Hello, hello, this is Eagle. Reporting the situation."

The voice of the armored reconnaissance platoon leader, who had been stationed outside the town, came through the earpiece, accompanied by a crackling sound of electricity:

"Reporting to Eagle, there are no signs of Japanese reinforcements within a ten-mile radius. The Japanese camp at the bridgehead is under strict lockdown, with only mobile sentries on the outer perimeter; they seem to be fast asleep."

"Received. Continue monitoring."

Lin Feng put down the microphone, leaving Zhao Dashan and Zhao Yushu to command the troops in the town.

Then, he led the Third Battalion, along with the artillerymen who hadn't yet shown themselves, and, under the cover of night and thick fog, stealthily made their way to the section of the river south of the town.

To ensure concealment, all the heavy weapons—12 75mm mountain guns, 12 120mm heavy mortars, and even ammunition boxes—were all crammed into the system space by Lin Feng.

This is the joy of having a portable space; you can march without any load, making you a walking, talking arsenal.

Upon arriving at the designated river crossing point, the current was gentle, but the river was still six or seven meters wide and its depth was unfathomable.

"Brigade Commander, how do we cross this? Swim across?" The Third Battalion Commander looked at the dark river and was a little worried. "The brothers are fine, but in the middle of winter, fighting with wet bodies will affect our combat effectiveness."

"What are you going to do, go on a trip?"

Lin Feng smiled mysteriously and materialized the Panzer II tank from the system space.

"Upgraded to - Bridge-laying vehicle No. II".

The air twisted, and a strangely shaped tracked vehicle appeared out of thin air on the riverbank.

The two huge steel bridges atop the small turret resemble a giant steel tortoise carrying a hard shell.

Lin Feng waved his hand, and the driver, who was already waiting, immediately climbed into the cockpit.

With the deep roar of the engine, the No. 2 bridge-building vehicle slowly drove towards the riverbank.

The hydraulic rods were activated, and two folding steel bridge sections, each 3 meters long, slowly unfolded under the push of the robotic arm, like a giant hand, steadily resting on the riverbank on the opposite side.

"Snap!"

With the latches locked, a sturdy steel pontoon bridge was instantly formed.

"Don't just stand there, the whole battalion, cross the river! Be quiet and quick!"

The main force crossed the river quickly across the steel bridge, making a flanking maneuver to outflank the Japanese camp from the flank and rear.

(This is the third update. Potato is asking for a gift, a five-star review, and to urge me to update more.)