144: Press the accelerator into the gas tank

The troop transport kicked up clouds of dust on the bumpy dirt road, speeding southeast.

Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was tense and grim. The Security Team Members silently checked their weapons, cleaning their firearms.

Capturing Tong County alive, capturing the major Traitor, killing Nishiki Shigeru to destroy the spy agency, and wiping out the Japanese Army's motorized regiment.

Had not completely extinguished the fury burning in the team members' hearts.

Zhang Tingshu couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what's our next target?"

"Tianjin~"

Lu Fan spat out the two words crisply.

Those two light words drilled into Zhang Tingshu's ears, stirring up a storm of shock within him.

Tianjin was the bridgehead for the japanese invasion of China.

It was the strategic deployment and decision-making center for the Japanese Army, a key logistics hub, and a crucial support point for their air power.

Attacking such an important place—this meant going all out, fighting the japanese to the death!

The other team members in the vehicle were also stunned at first, but they quickly brushed aside their shock.

Each of them grew as excited as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

For them, as long as they could fight the japanese, that was what mattered most.

As for where to fight? How to fight?

Those weren't issues.

Even if it meant paying with their lives, they didn't give it a second thought.

Lu Fan noticed Zhang Tingshu's concern, lit a cigarette, and explained calmly.

"With the fall of Southern Camp and the martyrdom of Generals Zhao and Tong, Beijing is under immense pressure.

General Zhang Zhongguo is now the highest-ranking military commander in the Beiping-Tianjin area. With his fiery spirit, he certainly won't just sit and wait for death.

I predict that fighting has likely already broken out in Tianjin. Don't worry, we won't be fighting alone.

Only by going there can we find a larger battlefield and deliver a heavier blow to the japanese!"

"A heavier blow?" Li Zhenshan leaned in, eyes gleaming. "Boss, are you serious? Just tell us where to fight!"

The team members pricked up their ears, eager to learn their final battlefield.

"Target: the japanese airfield!

Destroy it, and the japanese planes won't be able to bomb Beijing at will. It'll also hit the japanese where it hurts."

"The airfield!" Zhang Tingshu's spirits lifted.

"Good! Let's go smash the japanese bird's nest!" Li Zhenshan slapped his thigh.

After more than three hours of bumpy travel, the troop transport finally approached the outskirts of Tianjin.

Even before entering the city, the deafening sounds of gunfire and faint shouts of battle could be heard from afar.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

As the Security Team entered the battlefield, intelligence gathering began simultaneously, and the situation was quickly clarified.

General Zhang Zhongguo had already ordered: All units stationed in Tianjin were to launch a full-scale counterattack against the japanese entrenched there!

Fierce battles were raging at the train station, the Dongjuzi Barracks, the Haiguang Temple Barracks, and other locations.

"Boss, General Zhang has made his move! We need to step up our attack on the airfield—delay could lead to complications!"

After understanding the situation, Zhang Tingshu immediately offered his suggestion.

"Mm-hmm!" Lu Fan nodded and issued the combat order: "Ah Fu, you lead them ahead first.

Try to navigate through the chaotic city edges and gaps in the combat zones, heading straight for the japanese airfield to the northeast.

Remember, speed is crucial in warfare. I'll catch up soon!"

With the troop transport's powerful capacity, the Security Team quickly reached a small grove on the outskirts of the airfield.

From the direction of the airfield came intense gunfire and flashes of light.

Clearly, some forces were attacking the airfield.

Ah Fu activated detection, surveyed the area, and reported via headset:

"The airfield's defensive forces consist of two infantry battalions and a Special Operations Team.

Defending the core area are our old acquaintances: Takeshita Kinsaburo and his Kamikaze Special Agents.

Their firepower is strong, supported by bunkers and barbed wire. The attacking forces are currently being heavily suppressed by the japanese."

"Takeshita Kinsaburo!"

Li Zhenshan and Zhang Tingshu almost simultaneously gritted their teeth and uttered the name, eyes blazing with fury.

Old grudges—the clash outside Wanping City and the ambush at Southern Camp that targeted General Zhao—instantly flooded their minds.

Li Zhenshan jumped out of the troop transport with his machine gun, teeth clenched. "Talk about a small world. Young Marshal, I, Old Li, will go first..."

"All personnel, listen to my command~~" Lu Fan ordered in a deep voice, cutting off Li Zhenshan with an aura of unmatched authority.

To maximize the completion of Main Mission Two, he had been letting Zhang Tingshu take command along the way.

Because small skirmishes couldn't maximize gains.

Now, with two infantry battalions at the airfield, some damn Special Team, and so many japanese aircraft.

He'd been holding back for so long, just to pull off something big. Now the opportunity was right in front of him—how could he miss it!

In the darkness, the steel behemoth, the Type 96 Main Battle Tank, revealed itself. Lu Fan's command came through the headset:

"All personnel, Blitzkrieg begins~~~

Follow Exercise Plan One. Everyone, take your positions.

Open all the firing ports reserved on both sides and the rear of the troop transport. Remove the roof panels and mount the general-purpose machine guns."

At Lu Fan's command, everyone was ready within a minute.

Then, the type 97 tank's engine roared to life, thick black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipes.

The steel behemoth instantly accelerated, charging ahead toward the barbed wire and sandbag fortifications on the airfield's perimeter.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" japanese searchlights quickly locked onto the tank, sentries shouting in panic.

In an instant, firepower rapidly concentrated on the type 97 tank.

Bullets rained down on the tank's sloped front armor, producing a dense clatter of "ding-dang" sounds and sparks flying everywhere.

The japanese went all out, but their efforts yielded zero results.

The bullets were like tickles—not even a scratch was left!

"Hmph~ Little japanese, eat a shell from your Grandpa Li!"

Inside the tank turret, Li Zhenshan's smirk was harder to suppress than a machine gun. With a cold snort, the cannon muzzle flashed.

Boom~~~

A High-Explosive Shell accurately hit the forward Machine-Gun Nest, sending sandbags and the japanese soldiers inside flying into the air.

Immediately after, the Coaxial Machine Gun on the hull and the machine gun on top of the turret opened fire simultaneously.

The machine gunners didn't want to settle for mere scraps when faced with such a feast.

Four deadly streams of fire spat out, suppressing the distant japanese with overwhelming firepower.

Mowing down japanese infantry who tried to approach or return fire like grass.

With armor protection and ferocious firepower that crushed this era.

The type 97 tank was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, ignoring all attacks.

It tore a massive gap in the hastily formed japanese defensive line.

Meanwhile, this scene made the team members in the troop transport anxious.

Forget the tank—naturally, they couldn't compare.

But the top machine gunner had opened fire, and they hadn't even seen a japanese soldier yet.

So, one by one, they yelled at the driver:

"Brother, speed up and follow them. If we don't keep up, there won't be any soup left for us."

"Exactly, Old Li is famously ruthless. Look, look—he's firing another shell~~"

"Damn it, Old Li, you beast, firing another shell! Such a wasteful thing—do you know how expensive shells are?"

"Brother, you need to accelerate!"

"Brother, just floor the gas pedal and head where the japanese are thickest~~"

"Can you do it or not~~ brother? If not, let me drive~~"

"Stop the chatter! All actions follow command! Don't underestimate the troop transport—can you afford to pay if it gets damaged?"

Just as the team members were complaining inside the vehicle, the order came: "Troop transport, increase speed, flank from both sides, maximum firepower mode."

"Hold on tight, kids. If you get hurt later, just say you bumped into something!"

The driver, who had been holding back for a while, directly floored the gas pedal.

The troop transport instantly accelerated, roaring forward.