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

The messenger, ignoring his sweat, roared:

"The 68th Regiment sent an urgent telegram, reporting that their flank had been subjected to a fierce night attack by the Chinese army, and requesting tactical guidance."

"What?!"

Fujita Susumu's wine glass wobbled slightly, spilling a few drops of wine onto his white gloves.

Several reporters around him were also quite surprised when they heard the news.

Wolfgang gave only a barely perceptible nod.

It seems to express approval of this aggressive spirit.

"A night raid? That's impossible."

Fujita frowned, his eyes filled with doubt and disbelief.

He had done detailed research on his opponent.

Zhu Yimin, the commander-in-chief of the 9th Army Group of the Great Xia, studied in Japan and graduated from the 11th class of the Artillery Department of the Army Sergeant School.

This was a typical old-school military man who participated in a series of internal wars within the Great Xia Dynasty starting in 1916.

He also participated in the first few encirclement and suppression campaigns against the Red Army's base areas in the south, but his performance was rather mediocre.

His fighting style is steady and methodical, emphasizing troop deployment and formation; he is definitely not the kind of person who dares to take risky moves or play with fire.

Moreover, given the current situation, the Great Xia army is already on the defensive and has no time to even retreat and defend. Where would they get the courage to launch an offensive?

"In the darkness, due to the lack of observation, the navy's naval guns and my heavy artillery were unable to exert their power, and carrier-based aircraft were unable to take off, greatly weakening the Imperial Army's firepower advantage..."

Fujita Susumu paced back and forth inside the tent:

"But the quality of the Chinese troops on the other side is simply not suited for night fighting. They lack night vision equipment and communication methods; once a night attack begins, they're likely to panic first. Are they really that bold?"

"And..." He walked to the map, looking at the blue arrow representing the 68th Regiment, "why was it chosen at this time, when the various regiments under the 3rd Division were in a fan-shaped offensive posture, and the troops were completely dispersed?"

The timing was incredibly ruthless.

It was positioned precisely in the gaps between the various regiments, making it difficult for nearby friendly forces to provide rapid support.

"It seems the Chinese have a new commander."

Fujita Susumu stroked his beard, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "This opponent has a keen sense of the battlefield, like a cunning fox."

Deep down, he actually felt a slight admiration for this unknown opponent.

"However..."

Fujita Susumu sneered, picked up his wine glass again, and resumed his arrogant demeanor:

"Faced with absolute power, any tactic is merely cleverness. The warriors of the Empire are invincible."

Of course, just to be on the safe side, he pulled his adjutant aside and whispered:

"Send the division's directly subordinate units out and march through the night to provide support..."

Then, he turned around and, facing the group of stunned reporters, said confidently:

"Gentlemen, do not panic. This is just the Chinese's last struggle before death. Like a wild boar surrounded by hunters, it will always howl a few times."

"The 68th Regiment is the elite of the Imperial Army, and they are fully capable of crushing this small-scale harassment. Please wait patiently for good news. I believe that in a few days, I will be giving an interview with the North Station building as the backdrop."

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

Laughter and clinking glasses filled the tent once again.

However, this confident division commander could never have imagined that his opponent, Lin Feng, was even bolder and more insane than he had envisioned.

Tonight's counterattack wasn't aimed at the 68th team at all.

That was just a smokescreen, an appetizer.

Lin Feng's sharp fangs were actually aimed at the field artillery regiment of the 3rd Division, which was hiding behind the 68th Regiment.

-----

Three kilometers west of the North Station is the encampment of the 3rd Battalion of the 68th Regiment.

The Japanese soldiers were exhausted from their daytime offensive and the rain.

Although sentries were stationed, their vigilance was at its lowest point in the dark, damp, and cold rainy night.

They huddled in their raincoats, clutching their guns, dozing off in a daze.

Just then, a deep rumble came from the darkness in the distance.

At first it was very soft, like muffled thunder.

But soon, the sound became clearer: the crunch of tracks rolling over mud, the roar of an engine running at full power.

"What is that...?"

As soon as a Japanese sentry looked up, a dazzling flash of fire magnified in his pupils.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

The 20mm autocannon on the turret of the Sd.Kfz.222 armored vehicle fired first.

This small-caliber artillery, which was considered an infantry harvester in the early stages of World War II, demonstrated terrifying suppressive power in night battles.

Tracer bullets streaked across the night sky, leaving deadly trails of fire that lashed fiercely against the defensive fortifications surrounding the Japanese encampment.

The fragile wooden barricades were instantly reduced to fragments, the barbed wire was torn apart, and several sentries were blown to pieces before they could even scream.

"Boom! Boom!"

Immediately following was an even more muffled barrage of cannon fire.

那是Sd.Kfz.234/2「美洲狮」的50mm主炮和38(t)坦克的37mm主炮在怒吼。

High-explosive bombs kept falling on the Japanese soldiers' tent area and makeshift bunkers.

Flames shot into the sky, and dirt flew everywhere.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"War chariot, the Chinese war chariot."

The entire campsite instantly erupted in chaos.

Disheveled Japanese soldiers crawled out of the tent and looked around in fear.

However, they were met with even fiercer firepower.

"First Battalion, disembark, prepare for battle."

Accompanied by a sharp whistle, more than a dozen trucks following behind the armored unit came to a sudden stop.

The tarpaulin in the truck bed was lifted, and countless soldiers wearing M35 steel helmets jumped out like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

They moved with practiced ease and quickly formed a formation.

"Fire the flares."

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Several 82mm mortars made a soft sound as soon as they were set up.

A few seconds later, a pale white magnesium light burst forth above the Japanese camp, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.

"Charge!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

A Czech-style roar instantly swept through the entire camp.

Each of these infantry squads had two Czech-made rifles. When they sprayed water, the Japanese soldiers with only Type 38 rifles and Type 96 light machine guns couldn't even lift their heads.

"Grenade!"

"Molotov cocktails!"

As the soldiers of the First Battalion charged closer, they threw wooden-handled grenades and Molotov cocktails at each other.

"Boom! Boom!"

"call--"

Explosions were heard one after another.

A soldier with excellent training level will no longer throw a grenade directly, but will hold it for a while after pulling the pin before throwing it.

Those M24 wooden-handled grenades either exploded upon landing or exploded in mid-air.

Many Japanese soldiers, still wearing only a single layer of clothing, were knocked down by shrapnel as soon as they ran out of their tents.

Those Molotov cocktails were specifically targeted at areas with many people and tents.

The fire quickly spread throughout the camp.

The tents were set on fire, the supplies were burned, and the Japanese soldiers howled and ran around in the sea of ​​fire, like a swarm of headless flies.

"Baka! Hold on! Hold on!"

A Japanese company commander brandished his saber, attempting to organize a counterattack.

But he discovered to his despair that his soldiers were simply unable to mount an effective resistance.

Faced with this three-dimensional offensive of armored vehicles leading the way, machine guns strafing, and mortars bombarding the ground, the Japanese soldiers exposed to the flames would soon suffer heavy casualties.