Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

The third Japanese tank was riddled with holes by a coaxial machine gun.

This is an extremely violent method.

The front of the turret was riddled with bullet holes, and all the observation windows were shattered, revealing glimpses of blood and flesh through the gaps.

The four crew members inside—

Lieutenant Sakamoto's head was smashed open like a watermelon.

The gunner, a second lieutenant, was sprayed in the face with the loader's blood, suffered a mental breakdown, and sat there motionless until he was killed by subsequent bullets.

The loader, a private first class, had his neck cut open, his artery severed, and he bled to death within seconds.

Private First Class Kobayashi, the driver, crawled out of the vehicle and was riddled with bullets.

All died.

The manner of their death was extremely gruesome.

The entire process, from the embroiderer giving the order to start the fire to Xiaolin stopping her convulsions, took a total of—

Two minutes and seventeen seconds.

On the battlefield, the surviving Japanese infantrymen were completely dumbfounded.

They held their Type 38 rifles, their fingers on the cold triggers, but forgot to fire.

Forgot to move.

I forgot to breathe.

Through the observation system, Tiezhen watched the Japanese soldiers kneeling and kowtowing.

There was an extreme sense of pleasure on his face.

He switched communication channels, and the sound was clear and stable:

"Attention, all personnel, I am the commander of tank number 101, the Qilin Tank."

"The enemy has lost its ability to organize resistance."

"but--"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the still-wriggling, yellowish-brown hotspots on the screen:

"They are still alive."

"He was carrying a gun."

"Still wearing military uniform."

"They're still stepping on our land."

The anvil took a deep breath, and then, in a tone as if stating the simplest of facts:

"So, I've made my decision."

"Switch to high-explosive shells."

"Target: The area where the Japanese infantrymen, who are kowtowing like madmen, are most concentrated."

The anvil's finger rests on the main gun firing button.

He took one last look at the screen.

On the screen, at least three hundred Japanese soldiers were gathered in the marked area.

Most of them were kowtowing, some were crying out, and others were trying to pull their companions away to escape.

Densely packed.

The anvil's lips moved, uttering two words:

"Send them away—"

"Let's go."

boom--!

The 125mm smoothbore cannon roared once again.

But this time, the sound was completely different from before.

It's not the sharp, air-tearing whistling sound of an armor-piercing projectile.

It was a deeper, heavier sound, like muffled thunder rolling on the horizon.

The high-explosive shell leaves the chamber.

The warhead traced a low, flat arc in the air.

Because the distance is so close, there is almost no need to correct the trajectory.

Then, Japanese soldiers on the battlefield.

They saw the flames from the cannon muzzle.

I heard the whistling of artillery shells flying through the air.

People started screaming and began to scatter and run away.

But it was too late.

The warhead fell.

It landed precisely in the very center of the densest crowd.

Touching the ground.

Detonate.

First layer: Shockwave.

A high-explosive charge equivalent to 6 kilograms of TNT releases unimaginable energy in an instant.

An invisible shockwave, harder than steel, spread wildly outwards in a spherical pattern from the point of explosion.

Japanese soldiers within 30 meters of the detonation point were the first to be hit.

The shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, slammed down on them.

Then, a very strange phenomenon occurred.

From the outside, the Japanese soldiers' bodies appeared to be completely unharmed.

But internally—

The lungs in the chest cavity collapsed and shattered instantly, like a balloon that had been stepped on.

The heart, under immense pressure, exploded and turned into a lump of minced meat.

The liver, spleen, kidneys... all the internal organs were shaken into a pulp.

The bones, especially the ribs and spine, developed numerous cracks and then shattered.

These people collapsed limply, like rag dolls whose bones had been removed.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils were already dilated.

Dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs flowed from his mouth, nose, and ears.

That's not all. The second layer of a high-explosive bomb is called "fragmentation."

The high-explosive shell's body features a pre-fragmented design.

At the moment of the explosion, the projectile shattered into more than three thousand steel balls of varying sizes.

Each steel ball is about the size of a thumbnail and has sharp edges.

They flew outwards at a speed of two kilometers per second.

That was a true metal storm.

Pfft pfft pfft—!

The sound of steel balls piercing through the human body was so dense, it was like a downpour hitting a banana leaf.

A Japanese sergeant was yelling at his soldiers to scatter.

But the next second, he was hit in the chest by more than a dozen steel balls at the same time.

It wasn't a gunshot wound.

It was riddled with holes.

The military uniform on his chest instantly turned into strips of cloth, the flesh beneath was ripped open, his ribs were broken, and his lungs were punctured. Blood gushed out from dozens of holes simultaneously, forming a crimson mist in the air.

He looked down at his riddled chest, opened his mouth as if to say something, but only blood and foam came out of his mouth.

Then, he fell backward.

Another young private was still kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and shouting:

"Xu して."

「Private secret violationっていた」

Then, a steel ball hit the back of his head.

His skull was pierced, and brain matter mixed with blood spurted out from both the front and back holes. His body remained kneeling, but his head drooped limply, his forehead pressed against the ground, still bleeding.

Many more people were hit in the limbs, abdomen, and face by steel balls...

Screams, cries, the cracking of bones, the tearing of flesh... all blended together to form a symphony of hell.

However, high-explosive bombs have a third layer.

That was high temperature and flames.

The fireball produced by the explosion instantly exceeded two thousand degrees Celsius.

Japanese soldiers within 20 meters of the detonation point were instantly vaporized.

They weren't burned to death.

It turns into steam in an instant.

Not even ashes remained.

All that remained was a charred human silhouette and the strange, burnt smell of roasted meat lingering in the air.

Soldiers a little further away were directly engulfed by the intense flames.

Clothes burst into flames instantly, and skin carbonizes, blisters, and peels off within fractions of a second. Muscles contract and twist in the intense heat, contorting the body into bizarre postures.

They transformed into human-shaped torches, wildly waving their arms in the flames, emitting inhuman screams, before slowly collapsing and becoming charred, still-smoking sculptures.

Those further away, though not directly burned, suffered burns to their respiratory tract and lungs from the intense heat waves.

They fell to the ground, clutching their necks with their hands, gasping for breath, but all they could inhale was scalding air and smoke.

The trachea and alveoli were burned, causing internal bleeding. Blood gushed from the mouth and nose, mixed with black eschar.

Asphyxiated to death.

A high-explosive shell.

The explosion radius is eighty meters.

In this extremely densely populated area, the lethality was amplified tenfold.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated—

There wasn't a single person standing in that area anymore.

There are no longer any intact corpses.

Those closest to the detonation point vaporize and disappear instantly.

Those a little further away were burned to a crisp, remaining in their final poses.

Further away, they were riddled with holes by shrapnel, their bodies riddled with holes, and rivers of blood flowed.

The outermost ones had their internal organs shattered by the shockwave; their exteriors were intact, but their interiors were completely rotten.

More than 300 Japanese soldiers in total.

Everyone died within three seconds of the explosion...