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

Two kilometers away from the main position at the North Station, in an inconspicuous thicket.

Rain dripped down the leaves and hit the face of a scout wearing a Hans 41 patchwork camouflage uniform, but he didn't even blink.

He was covered in camouflage netting and held a Motorola SCR-536 walkie-talkie in his hand, with a thin antenna sticking out from a gap in the bushes.

Through the high-powered binoculars, he could see that on the muddy road in the distance, the Japanese tank units were slowly approaching like a swarm of beetles spitting black smoke.

"Sizzle..."

He lowered his voice and spoke into the walkie-talkie: "This is Dongsan. We have spotted the Japanese vanguard. Eight medium tanks, more than ten tank destroyers, and about a battalion of infantry."

Then, Lin Feng's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Roger that. Continue to lie low, do not expose yourself, and await artillery orders."

"Yes."

He put down the walkie-talkie and made a hand gesture to his comrade next to him.

Beside him, several equally armed reconnaissance soldiers lay prone in the mud. Two of them held MP40 submachine guns for cover, while the other held a Mauser M1924 sniper rifle with the scope cover open.

On the innermost side, a scout in charge of surveying was lying under a tarpaulin, holding a pencil and slide rule, quickly making marks on the map.

"Coordinate correction... Wind speed easterly, level 3... Elevation angle..."

He muttered to himself, each data point becoming a death coordinate for the artillery group behind him.

With these walkie-talkies, the reconnaissance squad was no longer just the eyes, but became an artillery observation group that could guide artillery fire.

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"They're here."

Deep within the ruins of the North Station, on the second floor of a hotel that was half-destroyed by the bomb.

Lin Feng lay prone behind a pile of broken bricks, peering nervously through the cracks in the wall.

My palms were slippery and covered in cold sweat.

He tried to wipe his clothes, but found that his outer garment was already soaked with rain and mud and couldn't be dried at all.

His nervousness was unavoidable.

The opposing force was the Japanese 3rd Division, the Nagoya Division, the Japanese ace unit, whose combat power was far superior to the previous 149th Regiment.

"Stay calm...stay calm..."

Lin Feng silently urged himself to calm down.

1800 meters away.

The Japanese Type 89 medium tanks began firing.

"Boom! Boom!"

The 57mm short-barreled gun spewed out bursts of flame, and several shells landed at the edge of the ruins, exploding into clouds of smoke and rubble.

But this was just a probing shot. None of Lin Feng's firing positions were exposed. The Japanese were just shooting at thin air to scare him.

The garrison didn't move, like a group of patient hunters.

1500 meters away.

The Japanese Type 94 tank also emerged from behind the slope, and the 7.7mm machine gun in the turret began to fire wildly.

"Da da da da!"

At a distance of 1500 meters, the bullets had little killing power; when they hit the brick wall, they only scattered fragments.

The garrison still didn't move.

1000 meters away.

The Japanese infantry following behind the tanks began to accelerate.

"Banzai—!"

Many Japanese soldiers, bayonets at the ready, crossed the tanks and launched a daring charge.

In the command post in the distance, Colonel Takamori Takashi nodded in satisfaction.

The Chinese have been stunned by the heavy artillery fire and don't even dare to fire their guns. This round is in the bag.

Just then.

Lin Feng held the walkie-talkie in his left hand and grabbed the landline phone in his right, shouting that word into the receiver:

"beat!!!"

"Clang!"

In the ruins, several seemingly ordinary brick walls were suddenly pushed down, and the rubble that was covering them was pushed aside.

Eight dark, gaping cannon muzzles suddenly appeared.

38(t) light tank.

Although this thing is a light tank, its 37mm Skoda A7 gun is highly accurate and has great penetration, making it effective against the Japanese Type 89 tanks.

That's a father hitting his son!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The eight tank guns fired almost simultaneously, the muzzle blasts whipping up the water on the ground.

At a distance of 1000 meters, the well-trained system crew still maintained a good hit rate despite the rain.

The two Type 89 medium tanks at the forefront were hit instantly.

"when!"

A crisp metallic clang.

The 37mm capped armor-piercing round easily tore through the pitiful 17mm vertical armor on the front of the Type 89 vehicle, as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.

Immediately afterwards, the fuse was activated, and the shell exploded inside the cramped tank.

The flying, scorching shards instantly engulfed everything inside the vehicle, from the vulnerable human body to the explosive ammunition racks.

"boom--!"

That unfortunate Japanese tank was hit by two bullets, resulting in a direct ammunition explosion.

A huge fireball shot into the air, blowing the turret five or six meters into the air. It tumbled through the air and crashed into the infantry behind it, smashing several unlucky Japanese soldiers into a bloody pulp.

"What?!"

The Japanese infantrymen behind them were dumbfounded, watching their own tanks give them a "hat-dropping salute," and they were all speechless.

Before they could even react...

"Knock knock knock knock—"

Deep within the ruins, the Flak 30 20mm anti-aircraft guns, which had been prepared in advance, also joined the chorus.

This thing, equipped with armor-piercing rounds and laid flat for strafing, might struggle to hit a proper tank at 1000 meters, but it's good against the Japanese tanks.

That's opening a can.

A Type 94 tank was hit head-on by a series of 20mm shells.

The thin 10mm armor was instantly riddled with bullet holes.

The Japanese pilot and machine gunner inside were blown to pieces before they could even scream.

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Inside the Japanese tank unit, command vehicle number 201.

Lieutenant Tanaka watched helplessly as the turret of vehicle number 203 flew into the sky through the commander's sight.

"Baka yarou, Ikeda, the Ikeda crew is finished!"

Lieutenant Tanaka cursed angrily, cold sweat instantly pouring down his back: "The enemy has anti-tank guns, and a lot of them."

The rain was so heavy, and coupled with the poor sighting equipment of the Type 89 tank, he could only see flashes of gun muzzle flashes in the ruins opposite through the rain, and he couldn't tell whether they were tank guns or anti-tank guns.

"Reverse, reverse quickly, continue loading high-explosive shells."

Lieutenant Tanaka yelled at the driver.

The command vehicle jolted violently and began to reverse.

"Thump."

The car suddenly jolted violently, as if it had run over something.

"What's going on? Is there a pit behind us?" Lieutenant Tanaka cursed.

Unbeknownst to him, an unfortunate Japanese infantryman, because he was too close to his vehicle, was caught under the tracks while reversing.

The agonizing screams were drowned out by the roar of the engine. The entire Japanese soldier was instantly crushed into a bloody pulp, and blood stained the tracks.

Armor-piercing rounds fired from 38(t) continuously streaked through the air, emitting a chilling whistling sound.

Lin Feng's tank platoon was all produced by the system, and their heads were instilled with tactical and technical experience no less than that of the elite of the Hanseatic Army.

To ensure a high hit rate, they grouped four vehicles per platoon, communicating with each other via radio to concentrate fire on a single Japanese tank.

Although wind speed and rain affected accuracy, this "concentrated fire and targeted attack" tactic still caused the Japanese a great deal of trouble.

Basically, one or two salvos are enough to achieve a result.

On the other hand, the Japanese tanks were in complete disarray.

Those bean-shaped tanks only had machine guns and were completely powerless to resist.

As for the Type 89 medium tanks, since they were not equipped with radios, many tank commanders did not even notice what their command vehicles were doing during the intense battle and in the rain.

Thus, a comical scene unfolded on the battlefield:

Some tank commanders thought they were about to attack and ordered the charge to continue.

Some of the vehicle commanders saw the command vehicle's reversing signal and ordered them to follow the command vehicle and reverse.

Some tank commanders discovered that the tanks firing were enemy tanks and ordered them to switch to armor-piercing rounds.

Some tank commanders also believed it to be an anti-tank gun and ordered it to be loaded with high-explosive shells and fired blindly.

Chaos, utter chaos.

"Baka! What is that idiot Nagato doing?!"

Lieutenant Tanaka, seeing the Type 89 tank still charging forward on his left, cursed angrily, "Why are you charging without permission?! Reverse, you bastard!"

But no matter how much he cursed, without a radio, the captain of the Nagato train couldn't hear his roars at all.

Immediately afterwards, Lieutenant Tanaka saw an armor-piercing shell fly in and accurately sever the tracks of the Nagato vehicle.

The Type 89 tank broke down instantly and even spun around in place.

The next shell followed immediately, hitting the turret directly.

The long-door vehicle suddenly stalled, emitting a plume of black smoke.

A few seconds later, the turret hatch opened, and the commander, Changmen, with his face covered in blood, tried to climb out.

"Bang!"

A stray bullet, seemingly from nowhere, struck him directly in the head.

Nagato's body went limp, hanging on the turret like a tattered sack, and remained motionless.

"Baka! Baka yarou!"

Lieutenant Tanaka slammed his fist on the hatch in a fit of impotent rage.

He knew that this attack was completely over.