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

On the battlefield, the Japanese tank units had been decimated, and the wreckage billowing black smoke became the most conspicuous landmarks among the ruins.

Without the cover of steel, the Japanese infantry were like hermit crabs stripped of their shells, trembling in the rain of bullets and torrential rain.

However, Captain Kondo, the local commander of the Japanese infantry, did not break down because of this.

As a seasoned veteran of militarism, his nerves were already as tough as wire.

"Baka! Don't panic! Don't panic!"

Captain Kondo was hiding behind a section of broken wall, shoving the new recruits around him with a ferocious expression.

"What are you lying there for? Coward, get up and shoot!"

He was brandishing a Mauser pistol, his face covered in mud and gunpowder, making him look like a demon who had just crawled out of a graveyard.

Kondo kicked another trembling private in the backside, spitting everywhere.

"Heavy machine gun team, deploy quickly and suppress the Chinese firing positions."

"Infantry units, flank the two sides and do not crowd in the middle of the road to become targets."

"Grenade launchers, where are the grenade launcher teams?! Move forward and blow up those firing positions!"

Under his command, the previously chaotic Japanese infantry actually began to disperse in an orderly manner and resume their attack.

Several Type 92 heavy machine guns were quickly set up on the flanks, and the strange "clucking" sound rang out again. Bullets hit the ruins, forcing the security brigade soldiers to lower their heads.

The captain smirked as he witnessed this.

When it comes to infantry tactics, my great Japanese Empire is the best in Asia!

He was just about to peek halfway out from behind the broken wall to check the position of the grenade launcher team—

"Smack."

A gunshot rang out, easily overlooked amidst the sounds of the battlefield.

The captain's body stiffened abruptly.

He lowered his head, looking somewhat blankly at his chest.

There was a hole from which blood was gushing out.

Blood quickly stained his proud military uniform.

"I……"

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his strength quickly vanished with the flow of blood.

"thump."

Captain Kondo fell straight backward, dying a swift and clean death without leaving a single last word.

"The company commander has been killed."

The surrounding Japanese soldiers panicked instantly.

"Baka, don't panic, I'll take charge."

A Japanese lieutenant drew his ancestral samurai sword and jumped up from the mud.

His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had lost his mind due to the shock of the horrific casualties.

"For His Majesty the Emperor, charge! Charge forward!"

He brandished his military knife, and in the gloomy rain, the gleaming blade looked like a giant, glowing target.

If it were a regular Nationalist army, such a fearless officer might boost morale.

But today, in the ruins of the North Station, shrouded in death, this is tantamount to courting death.

"Bang!"

There is no suspense.

Before the lieutenant could finish uttering "Banzai," a terrifying hole appeared in the yellowish-brown Type 90 steel helmet.

The bullet's immense kinetic energy directly shattered his brain tissue.

His head tilted limply to the side, and a mixture of red and white liquid and rainwater slowly flowed from the hole, dripping down his cheeks onto the muddy ground.

The corpse remained in the posture of wielding a knife as it fell stiffly.

Quiet.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers fell completely silent.

Two commanders died in succession, both of them dying suddenly without any warning.

Now, even a fool would realize what was happening.

"There's a sharpshooter."

"Chinese sharpshooter, everyone watch out!"

"Where is he? Where is he?!"

Fear spread like a plague among the Japanese infantry.

They stared suspiciously at every ruin, every window, and even every pile of rubble around them.

In their eyes, those dark windows seemed to hide an eye ready to take lives at any moment.

However, they found nothing.

The rain obscured the view and also concealed the location of death.

More than 600 meters away from the Japanese infantry line.

Beneath an inconspicuous earthen slope, a few clumps of withered yellow weeds and shrubs provided the best cover.

A sniper team is lying in wait here quietly.

They were covered in camouflage netting and their faces were painted.

The icy rain seeped into their clothes through their collars, taking away their body heat, but the two of them remained as still as stones.

They have almost blended into the surrounding terrain.

The observer, crouching on the left, held a high-powered telescope, his lips barely moving, his voice so low that only his partner beside him could hear:

"At 13 o'clock, 500 meters away, crouching, holding a pistol, suspected to be a sergeant."

The sniper on the right is holding a Mauser 1924 rifle equipped with a 4x scope (pictured).

Without the slightest hesitation, he skillfully pulled back the bolt, ejected a hot cartridge case, and then loaded the next bullet.

Take a deep breath and hold it.

The crosshairs were firmly aimed at the Japanese sergeant's chest.

Tap your fingers lightly.

"Bang!"

The gun trembled slightly.

In the distance, the Japanese sergeant fell to the ground.

The sniper didn't even glance at the results, simply uttering a few words:

"Solved, next target."

Their tone was so calm, as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner.

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"Sizzle..."

The slightly distorted voice of the reconnaissance platoon leader came through the Motorola walkie-talkie:

"Dongyao calling Eagle, Dongyao calling Eagle, Japanese infantry are assembling at the front of the ruins, coordinates..., requesting fire support, repeat, requesting fire support."

Lin Feng held a walkie-talkie in his hand, his eyes fixed on the map.

A large group of Japanese infantrymen were pinned down by friendly fire and could not raise their heads, huddled behind several bunkers, trembling with fear.

This is practically free prey delivered to our doorstep.

"receive."

Lin Feng grabbed the telephone leading to the artillery position and immediately gave the order:

"Heavy mortar company, listen to my command."

"Target coordinates...5 rapid fire rounds, no calibration required, immediately relocate after firing."

"Repeat, transfer immediately after finishing."

He had to be cautious.

In the distance, through gaps in the rain clouds, a Japanese observation balloon hung faintly in the sky, like an evil eye spying on the battlefield.

Although visibility is poor in the rain, the firing characteristics of a 120mm heavy mortar are still quite obvious.

Once the Japanese discover the gun emplacement, the "Izumo" ship moored on the Huangpu River, or the Japanese army's 150mm heavy howitzers, will definitely teach them a lesson.

Lin Feng couldn't gamble that the Japanese observer was blind in the rain.

"put."

In the depression behind.

The twelve GrW.42 120mm heavy mortars roared.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull thuds of launches blended together.

Dozens of 120mm high-explosive mortar shells (pictured) drew beautiful parabolas in the air, pierced the rain curtain, and slammed into the Japanese infantry's assembly area.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth was trembling.

The explosion's flames instantly engulfed the area.

The power of a 120mm mortar is enough to blast down even brick and stone buildings.

Those Japanese soldiers who hid behind broken walls and earthen slopes thought they had found cover, but instead faced annihilation.

The broken wall disintegrated in the explosion, turning into countless deadly rubble.

The shockwave, mixed with shrapnel, swept everything away.

The Japanese soldiers at the epicenter of the explosion were blown to pieces before they could even scream.

Those who were a little further away were also shaken so badly that they bled from all seven orifices and their internal organs were ruptured.

(Potato is asking for a small gift again. Student readers should be on winter break soon, right? Currently, the book is being updated to one chapter each at noon and evening. If the number of gifts reaches 200, an additional chapter will be added that evening or the following evening.)