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

Deep within the No. 13 reverse slope tunnel excavated by the Japanese at the main peak of Black Mountain.

The air here is foul and polluted, a mixture of the stench of sweat, excrement, and cheap tobacco.

The soil above was falling down in a rustling sound, the vibrations transmitted from the front of the ridge as it was bombarded by large-caliber artillery.

Lieutenant Kameda huddled beside an ammunition box at the deepest part of the tunnel, his hands tightly covering his ears, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His once brand-new khaki military uniform, which he brought from his homeland, was now covered in black mud.

"Lieutenant, put your hand down, covering it won't help."

The bearded sergeant who had previously led him on patrol of the position leaned against the cave wall, chewing hard half a biscuit in his hand.

"Judging from the sound, it's Lin Feng's army's unique Hans 105mm howitzer."

But don't worry, we're on the reverse slope.

Their shells can only hit the ridge, at most shaking off some soil, but they won't hurt a hair on our heads.

The sergeant patted the reinforcing support pillar behind him, his face completely indifferent.

"Once their artillery fire stops and the infantry rushes up, we'll crawl out of the trenches and mow them down with machine guns."

Lieutenant Kameda swallowed hard and forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

Just then, an extremely strange sound suddenly came from outside the tunnel.

It was a piercing, extremely sharp whistling sound, as if it could pierce the eardrums.

It was like the scream of a demon from hell in legend.

"What is that sound?"

Lieutenant Kameda looked up in alarm.

Sergeant Su stopped chewing the biscuit, his face turning deathly pale.

"It's an airplane, one of those Black Tengu dive bombers!"

Sergeant sergeant abruptly threw away the biscuits and grabbed the Type 38 rifle next to him.

"Quick! Retreat deeper into the tunnel!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"boom--!"

A muffled, loud bang exploded outside the tunnel entrance.

The sound was completely different from the previous high-explosive bomb explosions. There was no shockwave that tore through the air; instead, it sounded like a giant water balloon crashing and breaking on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding white light flashed from the tunnel entrance.

Lieutenant Kameda instinctively closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a terrifying scene that he would never forget.

A large amount of viscous liquid splashed into the tunnel entrance along with the explosion.

The moment these liquids come into contact with air, they immediately burst into flames, emitting a dazzling white light.

A few drops of incendiary agent landed on the two Japanese soldiers closest to the cave entrance.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly echoed throughout the tunnel.

The two Japanese soldiers frantically patted the flames off their bodies, but the white flames were impossible to extinguish.

The more you pat it, the more firmly the propellant sticks.

One of the Japanese soldiers tried to roll on the ground to extinguish the flames, but the soil on the ground was also ignited.

The high temperatures generated by burning white phosphorus reached thousands of degrees, directly burning through their uniforms and flesh; the sizzling sound of grease being roasted could even be heard.

"Help! Help me!"

A Japanese soldier, now engulfed in flames, screamed as he ran into the depths of the tunnel, stretching out his arm, burned to the bone, in an attempt to grab the sergeant.

"Don't come any closer!"

The sergeant was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, picked up his rifle, aimed it at the burning man, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The fire-man lay on the ground, still convulsing in pain.

But this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

The SC 250 JA type phosphorus-containing incendiary bomb continued to burn outside the tunnel entrance, instantly depleting the nearby oxygen.

Thick, garlic-smelling white toxic fumes poured in through the ventilation shafts and trenches of the tunnel.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lieutenant Kameda inhaled a puff of white smoke and immediately felt as if a handful of red-hot charcoal had been stuffed into his respiratory tract.

The intense burning sensation made him cough violently.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers all threw down their weapons and frantically scratched their throats with both hands.

Some people coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, while others writhed in agony on the ground.

The highly toxic phosphide gas rapidly spread within the sealed tunnel.

What they once considered an absolutely safe hiding place for soldiers has now become a gas chamber and crematorium with nowhere to escape.

Lieutenant Kameda felt his vision getting increasingly blurry, and his lungs felt like they were about to explode.

He collapsed to the ground in suffocating despair, with only the increasingly faint screams of his colleagues remaining in his ears.

-----

Above the mountain ridge.

The creeping barrage from the 105mm mountain gun had just crossed the hilltop and was extending downwards along the reverse slope.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the assault team of the newly formed 16th Division quickly leaped out of the trenches and launched an attack on the ridgeline.

The battlefield was filthy, littered with scorched earth and mangled corpses.

Bullets whizzed through the air, striking the rocks and sending up bursts of sparks.

"Alternating cover, charge!"

A company commander, holding a submachine gun, shouted loudly.

The assault team did not blindly line up and charge.

The machine gunner quickly found a shell crater and set up the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

"Da da da da—"

Intense firepower suppressed a Japanese bunker that was still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Taking advantage of the lull in the machine gun fire, several soldiers carrying MP-40 submachine guns crouched low and used the terrain to leap forward quickly.

A soldier was hit in the shoulder by a stray bullet during a leap, and fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

The medic behind him immediately crawled forward, grabbed his belt, and dragged him back behind the bunker.

The battlefield is cruel; no one is invulnerable.

However, the 33rd Army Corps' tactical proficiency and firepower completely overwhelmed the Japanese troops on the other side.

"Demolition team, take down that bunker!"

The company commander pointed to the concrete fortification in front of him that was constantly spitting out flames.

Two combat engineers, carrying demolition charges, crept up from a blind spot on the flank under the cover of machine gun fire.

They pressed themselves against the outer wall of the bunker, lit the fuse, and shoved the smoking demolition charge through the narrow firing port.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the roof of the bunker was blown off by the enormous force of the explosion.

The Japanese machine gunner inside was blown to pieces.

The assault team successfully crossed the ridge and entered the Japanese army's reverse slope position.

The air was thick with pungent white smoke and the smell of burnt meat.

A few Japanese soldiers who managed to crawl out of the poisonous smoke were covered in soot and could barely hold their guns.

They were met head-on by assault team members carrying submachine guns.

"Da da da—"

A barrage of 9mm pistol bullets instantly knocked the remaining soldiers to the ground.

A huge tunnel entrance appeared ahead, with thick smoke billowing out.

"Flamethrower soldiers, charge!"

Two soldiers carrying Type 35 flamethrowers strode forward.

They stood on either side of the tunnel entrance, raised their spray guns, and aimed them at the deep cavern.

"call--!"

Two fiery orange-red dragons spewed into the tunnel in a crisscross pattern.

With a muffled explosion, the solidified gasoline raged wildly inside the tunnel.

The few remaining Japanese soldiers inside didn't even have time to scream before they were completely roasted.

The entire clearing operation proceeded smoothly and efficiently.

There were no brutal bayonet fights like in movies and TV dramas, nor were there any protracted battles of repeated struggle.

Pure firepower coverage combined with explosive assault.

Shigeharu Suematsu's meticulously arranged reverse slope defense line was torn apart layer by layer like paper under the three-dimensional attack of the 33rd Army.

(It's past midnight. Potato isn't feeling particularly unwell anywhere, but I just feel awful all over. This flu is so annoying.)