Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Da Jun walked over and stood next to Ma Yongzhen. "Commander Ma, I'll go to the battlefield with you. My special abilities might be of some help."

Stephen Chow also stood up and said, "Me too. I can find out the enemy's location. Although it's not as good as radar, it's better than nothing."

Ma Yongzhen glanced at them and nodded. "Okay, you stay with me and be careful."

A cold wind carrying the smell of gunpowder swept over us, and in the distance, the sound of cannons grew louder and louder, the flames turning half the sky red.

The tank slowly rolled off the flatbed train, its tracks crunching through the snow.

The turret rotated, and the gun barrel pointed into the distance.

The infantry followed behind the tanks, trudging through ankle-deep snow as they struggled to advance towards the front line.

Lin Tian stood in the makeshift command post, looking at the battle situation ahead through binoculars.

Xiao Zhang's troops are besieging a Japanese stronghold. The artillery fire is intense, but the Japanese resistance is fierce.

"Sir, the Young Marshal has sent a liaison officer."

Brigade Commander Chen walked in, followed by a young man in military uniform.

The young man saluted.

"Reporting to Commander Lin, the Young Marshal sent me to make contact and inquire when your army will launch its attack."

Lin Tian put down his binoculars and looked at the young man. "Go back and tell your young marshal that our artillery fire will arrive soon. Tell his men to take cover and avoid friendly fire."

The young man was taken aback.

"Commander Lin, our troops are at the front lines. Will your artillery fire...?"

"Won't."

Lin Tian interrupted him, "Our artillery shells have eyes and are telling your young marshal to retreat one kilometer, and leave the rest to us."

The young man swallowed hard, saluted, and ran away.

Brigade Commander Chen leaned closer. "Sir, are our artillery shots really that accurate?"

"Precision-guided artillery shells have an error of less than one meter."

A smile slowly crept onto Lin Tian's lips. "Let them see what a dimensional reduction attack really means."

The shelling began.

The self-propelled artillery battalion's thirty-six 155mm self-propelled howitzers were lined up in a row, their barrels raised high.

The loader pushes the shell into the breech, and the gunner adjusts the firing parameters.

All the gun barrels were pointing in the same direction—the Japanese defense line.

"fire!!!"

Thirty-six cannons fired simultaneously, their deafening roar echoing across the snow-covered plains.

The shells trailed long contrails across the sky as they flew toward the Japanese positions.

The first salvo of shells landed.

Precision-guided shells struck the Japanese fortifications as if they had eyes, blowing up machine gun bunkers, overturning trenches, and destroying artillery positions.

The explosion illuminated half the sky, and the shockwave ripped up the snow.

Before the Japanese could react, a second round of shells arrived.

This time, the bomb landed on the Japanese reserve assembly area, and the Japanese soldiers who were assembling were blown up.

The third round of attacks hit the Japanese command post.

The command post was razed to the ground, and the commander's fate is unknown.

The shelling lasted for twenty minutes and consumed over a thousand shells.

The Japanese defenses were riddled with holes, and the positions were littered with severed limbs. The survivors were stunned by the bombing and lay paralyzed in the trenches with their eyes glazed over.

After retreating one kilometer, the young marshal's troops stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

Someone was lying in the snow, almost dropping his binoculars, muttering to himself.

"What...what kind of cannon is this? How is it so accurate?"

"Right? And it was so powerful, it blew up the enemy's positions."

The liaison officer ran back.

"Young Marshal, the Chinese Independent Brigade ordered us to retreat one kilometer and wait for the shelling to end before attacking. Now that the shelling is over, shouldn't we move in?"

The young marshal put down his binoculars and gritted his teeth.

"Charge! Order the entire army to launch a full-scale attack! Slaughter every last Japanese devil!"

The bugle call sounded.

Thousands of soldiers crawled out of the snow, picked up their guns, and charged toward the Japanese positions.

Tanks in front, infantry behind, shouts of battle deafening.

The Japanese soldiers, stunned by the bombing, were overwhelmed before they could even organize a resistance.

Ma Yongzhen led the Independent Regiment behind the main force, and along the way they saw Japanese corpses everywhere.

Some were blown to pieces, some were riddled with bullet holes, and some knelt on the ground with their hands raised and their eyes vacant.

The soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, collected weapons and ammunition, and treated the wounded.

It was Liu Liuliu's first time on the battlefield, and his hands were still trembling. Looking at the corpses, his stomach churned.

Zhao Dazhuang walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be afraid, it's always like this the first time. You'll get used to it after killing a few more."

Years ago, he had seen the blood of bandits on his hands, so he did not have a strong physiological reaction.

Liu Liuli swallowed hard, looking at the still-burning battlefield in the distance. "Brother Dazhuang, do you think we're being too cruel?"

"cruel?"

Zhao Dazhuang's eyes widened. "Liu Liuliu, you're telling me it's cruel? Those Japanese devils killed so many of our compatriots, why don't you say they're cruel?"

We are simply repaying blood with blood, and tooth with tooth. What's so cruel about killing them?

The cruelest thing in the world is having your loved ones murdered right before your eyes, and being powerless to stop it.

Liu Liuliu stammered, "But some Japanese soldiers... have already raised white flags and surrendered."

"surrender?"

Zhao Dazhuang sneered, "When those civilians were kneeling and begging for mercy, did the Japanese devils let them go?"

Do you really think you can get away with it by surrendering?

That wasn't surrendering; they knew they were going to die.

Let me tell you, Commander Ma said that when dealing with beasts, there's no need to hold back; being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself.

In our Huaxia Independent Brigade and Huaxia Independent Regiment, there is no such thing as a surrendered prisoner; there is only the enemy.

Liu Liuliu fell silent.

Zhao Dazhuang warned sternly, "Liu Liuliu, your thinking is very problematic. I will report this matter. How dare you sympathize with the enemy! Humph!"

Liu Liuliu's face immediately turned pale.

Da Jun and Zhou Xingxing followed Ma Yongzhen, also looking at the corpses.

Zhou Xingxing's face was a little pale, after all, he had never seen the meat grinder of the battlefield. Da Jun's face was not very good either, but he was calmer than Zhou Xingxing.

"Dajun, do you think it's too cruel of us to kill so many Japanese soldiers?" Zhou Xingxing asked in a low voice.

Da Jun sneered: "Cruel? Do you know how many people the Japanese will kill in Nanjing in a few years?"

Three hundred thousand.

Innocent civilians, the elderly, women, and children.

They will use knives to slash, guns to kill, bury alive, burn, and all sorts of imaginable and unimaginable means to harm our compatriots.

Compared to those, what are we doing now?

Stephen Chow, I don't want to hear any more words that are detrimental to unity, the country, or the race. Otherwise, I'll be the first to kill you.

Zhou Xingxing realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself, saying, "Dajun, I promise I won't do it again. Just watch my performance."

After saying that, he shot two Japanese soldiers with his submachine gun, and Dajun nodded in satisfaction.

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