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

Lin Feng sat in the Sd.Kfz.223 command armored vehicle, watching the battle situation outside through the observation window.

The firelight illuminated his face, and he could see that the officers and soldiers of the First Battalion had already rushed into the Japanese camp under the cover of armored vehicles, and the battle had basically entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat.

Many Japanese soldiers, dazed and confused, ran out of the camp and were shot dead at close range by soldiers of the First Battalion, or had bayonets plunged into their stomachs and fell down screaming.

"Eagle calls to all vehicle groups and platoons."

He picked up the microphone and shouted the order:

"Don't get entangled in the fight."

"Our target isn't these small fry. Break through it and get through quickly."

"The main course tonight is coming up; we're going to eat the Japanese artillery."

"yes!"

The steel torrent moved without pause, like a red-hot knife slicing through butter, crushing right through the middle of the Japanese 3rd Battalion's camp.

All that remained was a scene of devastation and a still-burning corpse.

Ahead lies the position of the Japanese artillery regiment.

There were dozens of heavy artillery pieces that Lin Feng had long coveted; they were the lifeblood of the Japanese 3rd Division.

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"Eagle, the road ahead is in good condition, and no Japanese outposts have been spotted."

"Flanking security."

"The Japanese soldiers completely scattered and did not attempt to pursue us."

On a rainy night, on a muddy highway.

The Sd.Kfz.223 command armored vehicle moved quickly, its huge off-road tires crushing the water on the ground, and the vehicle body swayed rhythmically with the undulations of the road.

Lin Feng sat inside the vehicle, his body swaying with the movement of the car. His hands kept adjusting the radio channel, and reports from scouts and various vehicle crews kept coming through his earpiece.

This feeling is wonderful.

If it were a march on foot, that 6-kilometer straight-line distance would take at least two hours to cover on those winding, muddy dirt roads in the countryside of Daxia.

But at this moment, even the tracked 38(t) tank can reach speeds of over 30 kilometers per hour.

That's the charm of mechanization.

"parking."

With Lin Feng's order, the entire armored column came to an abrupt halt at the edge of the woods, one kilometer away from the Japanese artillery position.

Without any shouts or commands, the soldiers quickly jumped off the trucks and spread out in squads and platoons to maintain order.

Lin Feng climbed out of the armored vehicle and took a deep breath of the humid air.

Then he walked to an open space and made a thought.

"Buzz—"

The air seemed to be compressed by a heavy object, emitting a low hum.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal vehicle appeared out of thin air, its heavy body landing so hard that the surrounding ground trembled slightly.

The Tiger I heavy tank, model VI!

By the faint moonlight, the classic vertical armor and the 88mm gun with a muzzle brake exuded an astonishing sense of oppression.

This is the culmination of human technology, the best creation after the two industrial revolutions, and a highly efficient killing weapon in the history of warfare.

"Quick, get in the car."

The crew members of vehicle number 231, who were already waiting, jumped off the truck next to them and nimbly climbed onto the tank.

"Sizzle—Boom!"

The Maybach HL230 P45 engine roared once, then turned into a deep and powerful rumble.

Two plumes of black smoke billowed from the rear of the vehicle, and the sleeping beast awoke.

Lin Feng pulled out a wireless telephone receiver from the armored vehicle and looked at the huge turret that was slowly rotating, feeling a surge of pride in his heart.

"Attention all units"

"Strike now, you only get one chance."

Lin Feng's voice echoed on the radio channel, carrying a hint of ruthlessness:

"Once the Japanese artillery reacts and lowers their guns for direct fire, nobody wants to get shoved in the face by 75mm or even 105mm howitzers, right?"

"action!"

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The Japanese 3rd Division's field artillery regiment's position was set up on an unnamed small hill.

The terrain here is slightly higher, and the Japanese built standard circular defensive fortifications.

To guard against the counter-fire from the Han 150mm and 105mm howitzers of the Bactrian army, they deployed most of their artillery on the reverse slope, with only a few placed on the top of the slope as warning guns.

According to reconnaissance intelligence, the defensive forces here are pitifully small.

The Japanese probably thought that with the 68th Regiment holding the line in front and the Daxia people holed up in defense, their rear was safe. So, apart from the artillery, there was only one understrength company on patrol.

At this moment, the Japanese artillerymen were sleeping soundly in their tents like dead pigs.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The sound of tracks crushing the muddy ground echoed in the night.

The battle was effectively over when the camouflaged Tiger tank crashed through the outer barbed wire.

"Fire!"

"boom!"

The 88mm KwK 36 L/56 tank gun spewed out a huge fireball.

At the top of the hill, a 75mm field gun facing the intersection was instantly blown to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the machine guns of the 38(t) tanks and armored vehicles joined the chorus.

"Da da da da da!"

A dense hail of bullets swept across the entire position.

The Japanese artillerymen, disheveled, rushed out of their tents, only to be met with a storm of metal.

Most of them were unarmed, and many were torn to shreds by machine guns before they could even pull up their pants.

Lin Feng hid behind the command vehicle, observing the battle situation through binoculars.

Flames shot into the sky from the distant hill. The Tiger tank was like an invincible war god. From a distance of several hundred meters, every turn of its 88mm gun meant that a firing point or cover was eliminated.

"Beautiful shot, accurate shot."

Lin Feng sighed in admiration, but then grimaced with heartache.

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle!"

His heart bled as he watched as his Tiger tank blasted away a Japanese 105mm howitzer.

"What a waste of money! That's all money! That's my cannon!"

But he also knew that there was no room for mercy on the battlefield.

Eliminating the enemy is the top priority; as for spoils, you have to be alive to collect them.

The battle lasted less than twenty minutes.

As soon as the battalion commander reported "take control of the position" over the radio, Lin Feng immediately crawled back into the armored vehicle.

"Quick, drive up there, full speed!"

The convoy surged up the hill.

At this point, the place was a complete mess.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers and destroyed supplies, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and burning.

But Lin Feng's eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Well done!"

Although many were damaged, most of the artillery pieces remained intact in their positions because it was a surprise attack.

"This is the harvest time."

Lin Feng jumped out of the car and ran wildly across the battlefield like a farmer during harvest season.

His palm touched a well-preserved Type 38 75mm field gun.

"receive."

The more than one-ton artillery piece vanished instantly.

Then they reached into the anti-artillery bunker, where a pile of unopened shells were stored.

"receive."

"This one's half-destroyed? Let's take it. We can probably get some parts from taking it apart."

"Holy crap, a 105mm pipe, take it!"