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

News of the tragedy unfolding ahead quickly reached those behind.

"Retreat! Immediately order Yamamoto's squadron to retreat!"

Although the lieutenant colonel of the Japanese tank unit was arrogant, he was not stupid.

To confront this monster head-on is tantamount to suicide.

The lieutenant colonel, positioned at the rear, watched through the periscope as his tanks struggled to reverse, attempting to retreat from that terrifying street.

But every now and then he would hear a loud bang, and he knew that it was the enemy's super-heavy tank firing.

"Have they all withdrawn?"

He risked his life to open the hatch, leaned halfway out, waved a signal flag, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Why are there only a few of them?"

"Report, everyone who escaped alive has made it out. The rest..."

Those that couldn't retreat were all smashed open by Tiger tanks like cans.

The lieutenant colonel was stunned.

In less than 10 minutes, a tank squadron of 15 tanks was reduced to only 8 that had retreated.

In the distance, burning debris blocked the entrance to this end of the street, billowing black smoke.

"Also, the enemy has sharpshooters, please take cover..." On another tank, the Japanese tank commander hid his entire body behind the open hatch.

Upon learning that the enemy had a sharpshooter, the lieutenant colonel instinctively shrank back.

However, he could not completely retreat into the tank, since most Japanese tanks did not have radios and relied entirely on shouting for communication.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the lieutenant colonel could only crouch in a cowardly posture while shouting:

"Let the infantry attack! Let them draw attention from the front!"

"Second Company, don't just stand there, go around them, go around them!"

"That's a super-heavy armored vehicle, right? It must be very cumbersome; it wouldn't be able to maneuver well in urban warfare!"

"Second Squadron, go into the alley next door, flank it from the side and rear, and attack its rear! Its rear armor can't possibly be impenetrable!"

It must be said that the Japanese lieutenant colonel reacted quite quickly.

Logically speaking, heavy tanks are indeed vulnerable to flanking attacks by agile light units in urban warfare.

The remaining Japanese tanks immediately turned around, crashed through the wooden houses by the roadside, and disappeared into the intricate alleyways.

"Oh? Trying to flank me?"

Lin Feng, who was directing operations from the rooftop of a building in the distance, couldn't help but laugh as he watched this scene.

He picked up the walkie-talkie, his tone relaxed:

"Armored company, those bastards have fallen into a trap. Let's teach them a lesson."

"receive."

Deep in the alley.

A Japanese Type 89 tank roared forward, taking the lead.

The train commander grinned maliciously.

"The Chinese heavy tanks definitely can't turn around. As long as we get behind them, one shot will take them down..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a low-slung, compact tank appeared around the corner ahead.

It was the 38(t) light tank.

"What?! How come there are still some here?"

The Japanese train commander was taken aback.

"boom!"

The 37mm Skoda A7 cannon fired.

At this distance and angle, hitting the frontal armor of the Japanese Type 89 would be like cutting tofu.

The Type 89 medium tank came to an instant stop, even though, from the outside, there was only one hole in the front armor of the hull.

But in reality, the Japanese driver's head had already been blown off by the shell.

The remaining shrapnel and fragments of the vehicle's armor injured the gunner and commander inside the turret.

Immediately afterwards, it opened from the window next to it.

The barrel of the PzB 39 anti-tank rifle was exposed.

And then there were the infantrymen carrying Molotov cocktails.

"beat!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds fired by the anti-tank rifle were specifically designed to target the observation windows, tracks, and engines of the Japanese tanks.

Molotov cocktails rained down, striking the tank's engine hood and igniting a raging fire.

The Japanese tank unit that entered the alley was instantly in dire straits.

They were blocked in front by 38(t) light tanks, with firebombs being thrown down from above, and hidden anti-tank guns firing from both sides.

"ah--!!!"

Soon, some unfortunate Japanese tank crewmen screamed as they crawled out of their burning tanks, their bodies engulfed in flames. Before they could run two steps, they were riddled with bullets by the infantry lying in ambush around them.

Soon, the Japanese tank detachment that attempted to flank the enemy was completely wiped out.

On another main street, the Tiger tank still stood tall and imposing, its cannons emitting blue smoke, like an invincible king, coldly watching the trembling Japanese infantry ahead.

As if asking:

Who else?

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"Report: The tank unit assigned to my division... has suffered heavy losses!"

"What?!"

Back at the rear, Fujita Susumu, commander of the Japanese 3rd Division, was so angry upon hearing the news that he almost had a stroke.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

On the phone, the lieutenant colonel from the 3rd Tank Regiment was still giving a broken report, his voice trembling with tears:

"...Unable to proceed."

More than twenty tanks were lost, and that Chinese super-heavy tank... it was simply, simply a monster.

Our shells bounced off its frontal armor.

Its main gun... could penetrate both of our tanks with a single shot.

My crew... the crew members have developed "overweight tank phobia".

"Requesting...requesting tactical guidance!"

Unable to see it firsthand from the rear, Fujita Susumu still couldn't imagine what had happened at the front that could terrify the commander of the Empire's proud tank force.

Whether on the main battlefield in the North China Plain or in the Battle of Shanghai.

The Japanese tank units were arguably their greatest asset.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Great Xia army lacked anti-tank training and anti-tank weapons, they could often rampage through the Great Xia's defensive positions with just a few tanks, breaking through one after another.

And now?

They were blocked on several dilapidated streets by a heavy tank of unknown origin, along with some medium tanks and infantry, making it impossible for them to move an inch.

(The Japanese considered the 38t to be a medium tank.)

This complete military defeat was a blatant slap in the face for him!

Seeing the division commander's furious expression, the staff officers around him fell silent, even their breathing became soft.

Fujita Susumu suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the map on the wall marked with red and blue arrows.

He's the man who's going to take down the Sihang Warehouse, completely wipe out all the Da Xia garrison in Zhabei, and cut off Lin Feng's head!

How can we stop at the outer streets!

"I can't hesitate any longer," he muttered to himself, a desperate, all-or-nothing madness rising within him.

He looked at the communications officer and gave the order, enunciating each word clearly:

"Give me the 5th Independent Heavy Artillery Brigade."

"The block directly in front of my unit is blocked, coordinates..." He recited a string of precise numbers, covering the main area where Tiger Tank No. 231 was operating and the surrounding ruins where support infantry might be hiding.

"Requesting artillery barrage, yes, indiscriminate barrage. Ammunition type: a mixture of high-explosive and incendiary rounds."

The communications officer's hand trembled violently as he took notes.

He raised his head, trembling, and asked, "Your Excellency, there... there are still remnants of our infantry and tank units that we were unable to evacuate..."

Fujita Susumu glared at the other person expressionlessly:

"Baka! You, carry out orders!"

"To sacrifice themselves for the empire is their honor."

"I'm going to wipe that place off the map, along with that damned super-heavy tank!"