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

"It's the Japanese Marine Corps (SNLF)."

Wolfgang recognized the unit at a glance.

Compared to those army idiots who only know how to charge into battle, the Japanese Marine Corps has a larger budget and better equipment, but the individual quality of its soldiers seems to be worrying.

Wolfgang, at least, did not believe that these port garrisons were capable of carrying out amphibious landing missions.

Ahead of this infantry contingent were seven or eight wheeled armored vehicles, Vickers-Crossley armored vehicles, their machine gun turrets slowly rotating as they menacingly approached the streets surrounding the Sihang Warehouse.

"ladies and gentlemen."

Beside Wolfgang, a portly, bald white man with a flushed face raised his glass of red wine.

He was Mr. John Sterling, a director of the Municipal Council.

Sterling shouted like a gladiator in a gladiatorial arena:

"Look! Those little Japanese devils have launched a new attack! This time it's their elite, the Marine Corps!"

"Anyone willing to bet me 10 pounds? I bet they can break through the Great Xia garrison's lines and storm that warehouse!"

A cacophony of shouts and betting sounds erupted from the surrounding area.

As if possessed, Wolfgang raised his hand and said coldly:

"Mr. Sterling, I bet they can't. They can't even... go back."

Sterling paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Oh? My dear Hans, you have so much faith in those Great Xia people? Very well, I accept your bet!"

All eyes were once again focused on the north bank.

In the footage, the Japanese marines performed very professionally.

Instead of walking in the middle of the street, they split into two columns, hugging the ruins of buildings on both sides of the street, covering each other and advancing in turns.

Armored vehicles provided fire support in the middle, with their dark machine gun muzzles pointing at the windows on both sides.

"Tsk tsk, look at those tactical maneuvers," a socialite remarked, holding up her binoculars. "They look very elite and well-trained."

"They're just too short," a tall White Eagle military officer mocked. "Those bayoneted rifles are taller than them when they stand up. It's like a bunch of dwarfs parading around. It's ridiculous."

The Japanese troops advanced to the middle of the street.

It was quiet all around; there wasn't even a stray cat in sight.

Just when everyone thought the Great Xia garrison had retreated—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Without warning, a violent explosion resounded through the sky.

This isn't artillery fire, it's—an explosion!

An entire street!

The already dilapidated three-story buildings on both sides of the street seemed to have been synchronized. The load-bearing walls on the ground floor collapsed instantly, and smoke and dust billowed out.

The massive building, having lost its support, collapsed with thousands of tons of bricks and rubble towards the center of the street.

"Oh my God!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the top of the Sassoon House.

Through the telescope, the Japanese infantry and armored vehicles didn't even have time to scream before they were slammed into the middle by the collapsed building ruins on both sides, like a book being closed.

Buried alive!

Buried alive, completely!

This was the welcome ceremony Lin Feng had prepared for them.

Since the Japanese devils like to walk the streets, let's turn the streets into their graves.

But it's not over yet.

Before the dust had settled, several more sharply styled, angular wheeled armored vehicles suddenly emerged from the ruins at the end of the street and appeared behind the surviving Japanese soldiers.

That's an Sd.Kfz.222 armored reconnaissance vehicle.

"Bang bang bang bang bang——"

The 20mm machine gun on the roof turret roared like the Grim Reaper.

Those Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the crushing and crawled out of the ruins covered in dust were hit by large-caliber high-explosive shells before they could even figure out what was going on.

That scene was too horrific.

A 20mm shell hitting a human body will leave a huge blood hole, or even cut the person in two.

Blood mist exploded in the dust, staining the ruins red.

"Oh... God..."

On the rooftop, several white women who had been chatting and laughing just moments before turned pale upon seeing this scene resembling a slaughterhouse. They cried out in shock and fainted in their male companions' arms.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Xia infantrymen dressed in camouflage appeared.

They weren't carrying heavy rifles, but rather submachine guns, though Wolfgang had never seen any of those types before.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The dense hail of bullets, like a torrent of water, reaped the remaining lives.

These more than one hundred so-called elite Japanese marines were wiped out in just a few minutes.

Those armored vehicles were either smashed into iron discs by the rubble, turned into torches by Molotov cocktails, or riddled with holes by machine guns.

Finally, several soldiers carrying steel cylinders came up.

"call--"

Long streams of flame shot out, giving the still-wriggling piles of ruins a final "disinfection".

Wolfgang put down his binoculars, his hands trembling slightly.

"This is what urban warfare is all about..." he muttered to himself, "brutal, efficient, and leaves no survivors."

He turned to look at Mr. Sterling, whose face was ashen, and shrugged:

"Thank you, £10."

Wolfgang removed the telescope; he knew the brief battle was over.

Not long after, the Japanese launched a retaliatory heavy artillery barrage.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Large-caliber grenades landed on the street where the ambush had just taken place, thoroughly clearing the deserted battlefield once again.

But those Great Xia soldiers, like ghosts, had long since vanished into the depths of the intricate ruins, leaving only a pile of Japanese corpses, which turned to ashes in the artillery fire.

----

The Yokohama Specie Bank building near Huishan Wharf on the banks of the Huangpu River.

This Baroque building, designed by a Hans architect, has now become a temporary observation deck for senior staff officers of the Japanese army.

Unlike the gasps and fainting spells of the Westerners at the Sassoon House, this place was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Hahaha! Gentlemen, look! Look at the heroic figures of those 'Marine Corps'!"

Colonel Nakagawa, the chief of staff of the 9th Division, pointed to the street in the distance where a violent explosion had just occurred, and laughed until tears almost streamed down his face.

He was holding onto the railing with one hand and slapping his thigh with the other, completely lacking in manners.

"What did they say again? 'As long as the Marines are deployed, they can plant a flag on the building in half an hour'? And what happened? Hahaha! Half an hour? They didn't even get halfway down that street before they all went to meet Amaterasu!"

A group of army officers around them burst into laughter.

Within the Japanese armed forces, the conflict between the army and navy was long-standing and practically irreconcilable.

The Army calls the Navy "naval idiots," while the Navy calls the Army "mud-made shit."

The two sides fought tooth and nail over funding, steel, oil, and even the treatment of military officers.

Now, seeing the Navy Special Marine Corps, which has always been arrogant and considers itself "elite," suffer such a huge defeat in Zhabei, being swatted like flies in the ruins, these army officers were extremely pleased, even more so than if they had won a battle themselves.

"What a spectacular suicide show!"

A operations staff officer from the 3rd Division lowered his binoculars, his tone full of mockery:

"They dared to walk into the Chinese's trap without conducting sufficient reconnaissance, without even basic infantry-tank coordination."

Those navy guys, do they think land warfare is the same as naval warfare? Do they think they can just sail over and fire? They're utterly stupid!

"They should be thankful they're on land; if they were in the sea, they'd be feeding the fish by now! Oh wait, they'd be buried under bricks and feeding the rats!"