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The Qilin tank, which had reached the north bank of Luodian, started moving.

The anvil—the commander of the Qilin Tank No. 101—blew a loud whistle.

It wasn't frivolousness, but the excitement a hunter feels when he discovers a perfect hunting opportunity.

The tank commander, in his thirties, had his face painted with black and green jungle camouflage paint and was huddled in the low turret.

His eyes weren't pressed against the eyepiece, and he saw a perfect firing window.

Target: Two Japanese Type 95 light tanks.

The first vehicle was the one that was disabled by "Little Hubei" with six grenades. Its left track was broken and the vehicle was tilted at about 30 degrees, but the turret and machine gun were still usable. It was parked in the middle of the street, like a fixed steel bunker.

The second tank was cautiously approaching from about fifteen meters behind the first tank.

The tracks rolled over the rubble, making a screeching sound.

It was clearly intended to fill the gap in the defensive line left by the first tank being disabled, while also providing more forward fire support for the infantry.

The key point is—

The two tanks were almost in a perfect straight line.

From the firing angle of the No. 101 Qilin tank, the middle of the first tank's hull was directly facing the driver's compartment of the second tank.

Like two candied hawthorns skewered together with bamboo sticks.

"Here's an armor-piercing round for you!" The loading action at the anvil was swift and efficient.

The projectile used by the anvil this time is a new type of fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectile. The projectile core is made of high-density alloy material and is specially designed to penetrate composite armor.

To defeat a lightly armored tank from 1937 is like a dimensional reduction attack.

boom--!!!

A short, intense flame shot from the muzzle of the 125mm smoothbore cannon.

It wasn't the dull roar of Japanese artillery, but a sharper, more violent explosion that seemed to tear the entire sky apart.

The blast waves ejected from both sides of the muzzle brake instantly blew away the surrounding rubble and dust, forming a clean circle with a diameter of five meters.

The moment the armor-piercing projectile leaves the barrel, the sabot detaches from the muzzle, and the slender core tears through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound that pierces the eardrums.

Then--

hit.

This is no ordinary hit.

It's a textbook-level hit, perfect enough to serve as a teaching example.

One armor-piercing round.

Two Japanese Type 95 light tanks.

Eight Japanese soldiers.

Dozens of unfortunate infantrymen.

All destroyed.

Time taken: 3.7 seconds from firing the cannon to the second tank exploding.

And while the anvil was laughing.

The battlefield fell into a brief, suffocating silence.

"Heavens... divine punishment..."

A Japanese sergeant muttered, his voice trembling.

He stared blankly at the ruins and at the three strangely shaped Chinese tanks that had suddenly appeared.

"Is it... divine punishment sent down by Amaterasu...?"

"No..." Another slightly older sergeant's voice was hoarse. He had participated in previous battles and witnessed the tenacity of the Chinese army, but that was all he knew—tenacity.

"That's...that's the Chinese...a new type of weapon..."

"Impossible!" a young private screamed, his voice distorted with fear.

"How could the Chinese possibly have such weapons?! Their tanks are all bought! They're all old! One shot and they're gone!"

"But...you saw it..." The sergeant pointed to the two piles of scrap metal, "One shot...only one shot...and then..."

Fear, like the most virulent plague, spread wildly through the ranks of the Japanese troops.

The soldiers began to retreat involuntarily.

step.

Two steps.

Although the officer was still yelling, "No retreat! Forward!"

But their voices sounded so pale and powerless in the face of such absolute overwhelming power.

A Japanese soldier suddenly threw down his gun, covered his head with his hands, squatted on the ground, and began to wail loudly.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to become like that..."

"Mom...お马さん..."