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

As dawn breaks, the morning mist hangs heavy in the air.

The Japanese camp was quiet, with only a few campfires still emitting wisps of smoke.

Meanwhile, on a reverse slope position a few kilometers away from the camp, Lin Feng's artillery group had already deployed.

At the top of the slope, 12 75mm Kremlin mountain guns were lined up in a row, while 12 120mm heavy mortars were deployed in the depression further back.

To prevent barrel explosions or being wiped out by Japanese artillery fire, sufficient safety distances were maintained between the gun positions, and ammunition boxes were neatly stacked in blast-proof pits, far away from the gun positions.

Lin Feng raised the signal pistol in his hand and looked at his watch.

Six o'clock sharp.

"It's time to remind the Japanese soldiers to get up and pee."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three red signal flares, trailing long plumes of flame, pierced the morning mist, appearing exceptionally dazzling in the sky.

Almost simultaneously, the artillerymen, who were already prepared, moved.

Two burly loaders worked together to lift a 16-kilogram 120mm mortar shell and move it above the muzzle.

"put!"

The two men released their grip, and the shell slid freely down the cannon barrel.

The artillerymen quickly turned around, squatted down, covered their ears, and opened their mouths, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Thump!!!"

The firing pin at the bottom of the barrel struck the primer hard, and the propellant instantly exploded.

The dull, deafening roar shook the ground, and the shells whistled as they shot out of the muzzles, heading straight for the distant Japanese camp.

Immediately afterwards, the artillery barrage roared.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of cannons fired at the same time, creating a scene that was nothing short of a symphony of steel and fire, which captivated Lin Feng.

Art is a barrage of firepower!

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Japanese camp.

Colonel Tatsuhiko Tsuda slept very poorly last night, his dreams filled with images of damned Otsuka snipers aiming at his head.

In his dazed state, he seemed to see a red light shining outside the tent.

"What?! The sun's out?"

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and was about to sit up.

The next second, a voice that terrified all the veterans entered his ears.

That was the sharp whistling sound of a heavy object slicing through the air; that was the sinister laugh of death.

"Heavy artillery?! Baka! Enemy attack!"

Before Tatsuhiko Tsuda's roar could even leave his throat, it was drowned out by the deafening explosion.

"Boom—!!!"

The first volley of 120mm mortar shells accurately covered the bridgehead camp.

The power of this heavy mortar is simply unreasonable.

A shell landed, affecting an area within a 25-meter radius.

The Japanese soldiers, still asleep, didn't even have time to scream before their internal organs were shattered by the massive shockwave, and they died bleeding from all seven orifices.

Those closer to the blast point fared even worse; their bodies were torn to shreds, with severed limbs and fragments of tents flying everywhere.

"Boom! Boom!"

This was followed by a hail of bullets from 75mm mountain guns and 82mm mortars from various infantry companies.

The entire Japanese camp was instantly engulfed in flames.

The Japanese artillery squad reacted relatively quickly; several surviving artillerymen, disheveled, rushed out of their tents, attempting to operate the few pitiful mountain guns and infantry guns to return fire.

However, under Lin Feng's saturation barrage, which disregarded martial ethics, their struggles seemed utterly futile.

Tatsuhiko Tsuda was either very lucky or extremely unlucky.

He wasn't killed instantly by the explosion.

The massive blast wave overturned his command tent. He lay sprawled on the muddy ground, feeling a burning pain in his back and thighs, the sensation of shrapnel cutting into his flesh.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at the hellish scene before him, his eyes filled with despair and anger.

"Baka... Baka yarou..."

"The Chinese commander...you lack martial ethics."

"You have so many heavy artillery pieces, why didn't you use them yesterday? Why did you have to fight me in urban warfare? Otherwise, why would I be here setting up camp in the open?!"

You tricked me.

Tsuda Tatsuhiko was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

If he had known the enemy had this kind of firepower, he would have retreated overnight even if it meant disobeying orders.

As the gunfire subsided, before the surviving Japanese soldiers could even catch their breath, a sickeningly loud mechanical roar suddenly came from afar.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

That was the deep, muffled roar unique to 20mm machine guns.

Two armored platoons, totaling eight Sd.Kfz.222 and two Sd.Kfz.234 armored vehicles, charged out from inside and outside the town respectively, like two sharp knives, fiercely piercing into the chaotic Japanese formation.

"Cavalry! Cavalry squad, charge out! Charge out now!"

A Japanese company commander, his face covered in blood, brandished his command sword, attempting to organize a final breakout.

The cavalry search squad that they had been reluctant to use had now become their only lifeline.

Dozens of Japanese cavalrymen mounted their horses, yelling and brandishing their sabers, trying to use their speed to break through the armored vehicle blockade.

However, the reality is cruel.

"Trying to run? Did you even ask my cannon?"

The turret of an Sd.Kfz.222 armored vehicle spun rapidly, its dark muzzle locking onto the charging cavalry.

"Knock knock knock!"

Three shots in quick succession.

The Japanese cavalrymen at the forefront were instantly reduced to minced meat along with their horses.

A 20mm high-explosive shell struck the horse, blasting a large hole in it. The warhorse collapsed with a mournful cry, throwing its rider off its back and then being trampled into a bloody pulp by the hooves of the following horses.

Immediately afterwards, all the armored vehicles opened fire simultaneously.

Dense barrages of machine gun shells and cannon fire intertwined to form a deadly fire net.

The Japanese cavalrymen wielding sabers fell in droves, as if they had run into an invisible wall.

Some cavalrymen managed to get close, only to find in despair that their sabers, when struck against the armored vehicles, left not a mark except for a few sparks.

Then, he was riddled with bullets at close range by a machine gun mounted on a vehicle.

In just a few minutes, this cavalry squad that the Japanese were so proud of was completely wiped out.

"Kill them—!"

Accompanied by deafening battle cries, the infantry of the Third Battalion, under the cover of armored vehicles, charged forward like a tidal wave, bayonet-fixed rifles at their heels.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!"

Lin Feng, holding up his binoculars, saw that the infantry had already charged forward and immediately gave the order.

The 120mm mortar has too large a kill radius; firing it again would result in friendly fire.

"Mountain artillery company, fire with direct fire! Wherever the Japanese machine guns fire, bombard that spot!"

"Yes."

On the battlefield, the remaining Japanese soldiers tried to put up a stubborn resistance by relying on shell craters and corpses.

A Japanese machine gunner set up a Type 92 heavy machine gun behind a broken wall and had just fired a burst of bullets.

"boom!"

A 75mm mountain gun shell flew straight over and hit the broken wall precisely.

The Japanese machine gunner, along with his beloved heavy machine gun, instantly turned into parts and flew into the air.

Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield, behind a mud wall that had been blown to pieces, several Japanese soldiers were huddled together, clutching a flagpole and their military flag.