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

Outside the Sihang Warehouse, Major Yokoyama was holding up binoculars, staring anxiously at the doorway.

He heard bursts of gunfire and grenade explosions inside.

"A fight broke out, and it was very intense."

Major Yokoyama clenched his fists, a sickly flush appearing on his face: "Kondo-kun must be engaged in close combat with the Chinese. Quick, Second Company, charge forward and support Kondo-kun! Take the gate in one fell swoop!"

He thought it was the sound of a fierce battle between the two sides, but little did he know that it was the sound of execution shots fired by one side.

"Hai."

The Japanese soldiers of the Second Company, who had been waiting for orders, were about to leap out from behind the ruins.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A dense whistling sound came from the sky.

Lin Feng had anticipated this move.

The artillery units positioned on the roof of the warehouse and behind the surrounding buildings fired a rapid-fire volley at the direction of the Japanese troops, according to predetermined coordinates.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A wall of fire, made of shrapnel and shockwaves, instantly rose in front of the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers who had just rushed out were instantly blown to pieces, with limbs flying everywhere.

The Japanese soldiers who followed were so frightened by the fierce firepower that they shrank back.

……

Inside the barbican, the smoke of battle dissipated.

Lin Feng, wearing tall military boots, walked in expressionlessly through the sticky blood.

The strong smell of blood in the air was nauseating, but he forced himself to get used to it.

Li Dadao, who came from the Northwest Army, followed him. Zhao Dashan went out of the city with Steward Lin to arrange the rear route. Now, Li Dadao began to be responsible for doing the rough work and leading the assault team.

He held his signature large, ghost-headed sword in his hand, looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and spat:

"Pah! These beasts, they've finally met their match."

This is the first time I, Old Li, have seen Japanese soldiers die like this. It's fucking satisfying.

Lin Feng walked to Captain Kondo's body.

This guy was beaten the worst; half his head was gone, but he was still clutching that submachine gun tightly in his hand.

"Sir, what should we do with it? Throw it out to feed the dogs?" Li Dadao asked, "Or dig a hole and bury it?"

Lin Feng did not answer immediately.

In his mind, images flashed of the innocent civilians blown to pieces in the ruins of the North Station, the tiger-head shoe hanging on the broken wall, and all the wreckage and ruins he had seen along the way.

Buried?

That's too cheap for them.

Lin Feng raised his head, his eyes unusually cold, which startled Li Dadao.

"No need to bury it."

His voice echoed through the empty barbican, carrying a hint of ferocity:

"Dashan, take your men and chop off all the heads of these Japanese devils."

"Since they like to slaughter our people and carry out all sorts of 'XX slaughter,' then we'll retaliate in kind, with a tooth for a tooth and blood for blood."

"I'm going to send a big gift to the Japanese devils outside."

Li Dadao was stunned for a moment, then his bull-like eyes suddenly lit up with excitement at encountering a job that matched his expertise.

With a clang, he revealed the large, ghost-headed sword on his back and licked his lips.

"Hehe! Commander, you've come to the right person. Back in the Northwest Army, this was exactly what I did with this knife. Just you wait and see!"

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The next morning.

The banks of the Suzhou River were shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist.

After the gunfire stopped last night, Major Yokoyama didn't sleep a wink.

He was unaware of the situation inside, and the scouts he sent out never returned, which gave him an extremely ominous premonition.

But he refused to believe the worst possible outcome.

"Kondo-kun must have taken over the interior and is holding out while waiting for reinforcements."

Major Yokoyama, trying to convince himself, commanded with red eyes, "All assemble! Prepare for attack! We must support Kondo-kun! Charge in!"

Several hundred Japanese soldiers assembled in front of the ruins on the north side of the Sihang Warehouse.

Just as Major Yokoyama was about to draw his sword and give the order.

"Squeak—"

Suddenly, a row of windows on the third floor of the west side of the Sihang Warehouse were pushed open.

All the Japanese soldiers instinctively raised their guns and aimed, thinking the Chinese were about to open fire.

However, no gun barrel was sticking out.

Instead, several figures appeared at the window, carrying sacks or baskets, and tilted them down towards the view below.

"What are you doing? Taking out the trash?"

A Japanese sergeant muttered in confusion.

The next second, countless round things poured down from the window.

"Splash—"

"Gurgle—"

"Gurgle—"

These things landed on the rubble-strewn slope in front of the warehouse, and with the help of gravitational potential energy, they tumbled merrily downhill, making a series of teeth-grinding metallic clanging sounds.

"This is... a steel helmet?"

Major Yokoyama narrowed his eyes.

Yes, that's a Marine Corps disc helmet.

There were over a hundred of them, like a strange mudslide, rolling straight toward the Japanese army's assembly point.

But soon, some sharp-eyed Japanese soldiers noticed something was wrong.

Why are these helmets so heavy?

And... why is there a red mark on it?

Clang!

A helmet that rolled the fastest hit its target crashed into a broken brick, flipped over, and the "thing" inside rolled out and stopped in front of a Japanese private's toes.

The private looked down.

Eyes facing each other.

It was a human head, pale-faced and distorted.

The deceased's eyes were not yet closed; the extreme fear before death lingered in the gray pupils, and the mouth was wide open, as if uttering a silent scream.

"Ah!!!! It's a head, it's a brain."

The Japanese private let out a scream that sounded inhuman, startling him so much that he fell to the ground and crawled backward on all fours, his crotch instantly soaked with sweat.

Immediately afterwards, more helmets rolled down, and more balls rolled in front of the Japanese troops' ranks.

More than a hundred.

More than a hundred Japanese soldiers' heads.

This is the suicide squad that went in last night; now, they've all "returned" in perfect formation.

"vomit--"

The battlefield was instantly filled with the sound of vomiting.

Even these ruthless Japanese soldiers had their psychological defenses crumble instantly when faced with such a visually striking scene.

"This...this..."

Major Yokoyama's face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

Just then, a head wearing an officer's cap rolled wobbly to his boots and stopped face up.

Major Yokoyama recognized that half of his face all too well.

It was Captain Kondo, whom he had placed high hopes on just yesterday, and who had boasted that he would kick the enemy's heads around in the warehouse.

At that moment, Captain Kondo's empty eye sockets were staring intently at Major Yokoyama.

It was as if it were asking, "Captain, why are you sending me to my death?"

"Kondo-kun..."

Major Yokoyama felt a churning in his stomach and a sweet taste in his throat.

"Wow--"

This naval lieutenant commander, who always prided himself on being elegant, bent over and vomited violently in front of the entire squadron of soldiers.

What morale? What Bushido?

Before these hundred-plus Japanese heads, they all vanished into nothingness.

On the roof of the Sihang Warehouse.

Lin Feng put down his binoculars and looked at the Japanese soldiers in complete chaos downstairs with a cold gaze.

"Reciprocity is key."

He said calmly, "Since you guys like playing horror games, then I'll play along with you to the end. Let's see who goes crazy first."

"Big Sword, order the artillery to take advantage of the Japanese soldiers' confusion and bombard them, sending these vomiting cowards to their deaths."

"Yes! Blow up those bastards!"

The next second, the whistling of mortars once again filled the ruins occupied by the Japanese.