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

"Angle is very important."

After the embroiderer finished speaking those five words.

Driving the Qilin 102, it started moving immediately.

It's not a gradual process.

It is 沖.

The steel behemoth, weighing over forty tons, roared with a deep rumble from its engine.

That roar was like the furious howl of an ancient, ferocious beast awakening.

The tracks spun wildly.

Crushing over the gravel.

Roll over the crater.

Roll over everything in its path.

Like a—

A Tyrannosaurus Rex pounces on its prey.

Like a—

Black lightning cleaved the battlefield.

The embroiderer sat in the cockpit.

Hold the control stick firmly with both hands.

Her hands were very steady.

Her eyes were fixed on the six Japanese tanks that were approaching.

Stare at the car at the very front.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

It was a very cold laugh.

It was as cold as ice in winter.

"Trying to deplete my ammunition?"

She said softly.

"I'll show you—"

"What is a counter-offensive?"

Northwest direction.

Among the Japanese tanks, the leading one is a Type 95 light tank, numbered "01".

The driver inside was named Watanabe Ichiro.

He is twenty-four years old this year.

He served in the military for five years.

They fought in Manchuria.

They fought in North China.

They fought in Shanghai.

He never took Chinese soldiers seriously.

Those sick men of East Asia, carrying broken guns, wearing tattered clothes, and unable to even get enough to eat.

How could they possibly be a match for the Imperial Japanese Army?

now.

Ichiro Watanabe looked through the observation window and saw the huge gray vehicle rushing towards him.

He froze for a moment.

That thing is huge.

That's fast.

real--

Scary.

But next second.

He smiled.

"Hahahaha—!!!"

They laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"Look! Look!"

He pointed at the Qilin tank and shouted to the other members inside:

"There's one over there! Just one! It's coming!"

The gunner, Kimura, was a veteran in his thirties.

Descendants who participated in the Russo-Japanese War.

A deep-seated contempt for "Chinese" flows through their veins.

He moved closer to the observation window.

I glanced at it.

Then, he smiled too.

"Baka! These Chinese people, have they lost their minds?"

His voice was full of disdain:

"One vehicle, but we have six?"

"Are they here to die?"

The loader, Sato, was a young man in his early twenties.

He had only been in the army for two years.

I've never been on a real battlefield.

He was a little nervous.

His voice trembled.

"S-senpai...that tank seems bigger than ours..."

Kimura slapped him on the back of the head.

"Snapped!"

It was very loud.

"What's the use of having so much?"

Kimura sneered:

"Bigger is better than nothing!"

"Once they're within range, all six of us can fire a single volley and riddle them with holes!"

Sato covered the back of his head.

He laughed awkwardly.

"Yes...senpai is right..."

Next to Japanese tank number 01 is tank number 04.

The train conductor's name is Ito.

He was a typical Japanese officer.

Early thirties.

He had a neat little mustache.

He always wore a condescending smirk on his face.

He looked through his binoculars at the charging Qilin tank.

"Yoshi..."

He murmured:

"Chinese soldiers are commendable for their courage."

He paused for a moment.

He sneered:

"But courage is worthless in the face of steel."

he ordered the flag bearer.

Signaling with flags.

Tell the tanks behind—

The fight is about to begin.

The Japanese standard-bearer signaled with flags. Colorful flags waved in the air.

"Attention all!"

"That Chinese tank is charging towards us!"

"All units, prepare for battle!"

A tank crewman named Hasegawa received the flag signal.

His face immediately lit up with fervor.

It was a kind of fanaticism that bordered on the pathological.

His car was covered with portraits of the Emperor.

He looked at the Qilin tank.

His eyes gleamed with a mad light.

He roared loudly:

"Chinese!"

"bring it on!"

"Let me show you the might of the Imperial Japanese Army's tanks!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath and shouted:

"Heavenly Black Card - Banzai -!!!"

The other members in the car also shouted:

"Banzai—!!!"

"Banzai—!!!"

And the last

Next to Japanese tank number 04 was a Japanese tank numbered "02".

The train conductor's name is Tanaka.

This guy's a seasoned veteran.

In his forties.

They have fought many battles.

He wasn't as fanatical as those young officers.

he knows.

Anything can happen on the battlefield.

But at the moment.

He couldn't help but laugh:

"One against six, that's insane."

The gunner next to him laughed.

ask:

"Commander, what do we do?"

Tanaka waved his hand.

The movements were very casual:

"Just follow the flow."

"Once those cars in front take it down, we'll go up and pick up the scraps."

"Finding a bargain?"

The gunner was puzzled.

Tanaka, the cunning old fox, spoke up:

"right."

"Let the tanks in front go first, then turn them into scrap metal."

"Back then, we'd drive up there, run over it a couple of times, and then go back to claim credit."

And in the last tank.

Number "06".

Sitting inside is Yamanaka Kiichi.

This is the company commander who came up with the "straight-line dispersion" tactic.

At this moment, he was sitting in his chariot.

Through the observation window, I watched the lone Qilin tank charging towards me.

He didn't laugh.

His brows furrowed even more deeply.

Why...?

He murmured.

"Why is there only one?"

The co-pilot was a young second lieutenant.

He leaned closer:

"Squad leader, what did you say?"

The mountain rules are repeated:

"They clearly had three vehicles."

"Why only send one vehicle?"

The passenger thought for a moment.

Say:

"Perhaps... the other two vehicles ran out of gas?"

Yamanaka Kyuichi shook his head.

"impossible."

"It's absolutely impossible."

At this very moment...

Inside six Japanese tanks.

Five cars are laughing.

One is worried.

But neither of them retreated.

Because they were the Independent Tank Regiment of the 3rd Division of the Imperial Japanese Army.

Because they are invincible.

Because they have six tanks.

There was only one car on the other side.

The advantage lies with me.

How do I lose?