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"One armor-piercing shell, three Japanese tanks. We need to find the perfect angle; there's no room for error."

"Every round of ammunition is now extremely precious."

Inside the Qilin 102 car.

The embroiderer's eyes were fixed on the thermal imaging screen.

Those eyes were shining incredibly brightly at that moment.

Like two lamps.

Like two stars.

On the screen, six Japanese tanks are lined up in two irregular straight lines.

Three cars on the left and three cars on the right.

The embroiderer first focused on the three carriages on the left.

Observe their relative positions.

Keep an eye on every tiny change.

A change of one centimeter.

A change in a second.

A tiny bit of deviation.

She saw it all.

To the northwest, three Japanese tanks are on the left flank.

The first Japanese Type 95 light tank, numbered "01".

It's slightly off to the left.

Just a little bit.

But this slight deviation is enough.

If we fire now, the armor-piercing shell will deviate from its angle after hitting it.

There's a high probability that you won't hit the number "02" that follows.

Even if you hit it, you might miss the ammunition depot.

It cannot form a secondary explosion.

The embroiderer wanted it.

It was a secondary explosion.

It involves the Japanese infantry and tanks working together; they need to be sent into the air together.

The embroiderer's eyes narrowed.

She is waiting.

Waiting for that perfect moment.

Time passed second by second.

For a split second, the embroiderer almost waited for that moment.

But at this moment, the third Japanese tank on the left, numbered "03", was slightly off to the right and was no longer in a straight line with the second tank.

Just a little bit.

However, if we fire now, even if we penetrate "01" and "02", we cannot destroy the ammunition depot of "03".

This armor-piercing shell could at most cause the first two Japanese tanks to explode.

But the embroiderer wanted more.

She didn't want "the most".

What she wants is—

All.

She stared at the three tanks.

Keep an eye on their positions.

Watch their trajectories.

She is waiting.

Still waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity to hit three tanks at once with a single armor-piercing round.

Sudden.

Her eyes lit up.

That perfect moment is finally coming.

On the screen, tank number "02" moved.

It suddenly started to accelerate.

The engine's heat signature became brighter.

The heat signature of the tracks makes them spin faster.

It's rushing forward.

Inside tank number "02".

Lieutenant Tanaka, the tank commander, stared at the gray behemoth charging ahead.

His eyes gleamed with greed.

"Six against one!" he grinned maliciously. "We can't possibly lose, so the plan has changed."

The gunner leaned closer:

"Commander, are we not going to pick up any leftovers?"

"Finding a bargain?"

Tanaka snorted coldly.

That voice was full of disdain:

"We have an absolute advantage with a six-to-one advantage."

"Trying to find a bargain is a foolish thing to do."

He pointed ahead.

He pointed to the lone Qilin tank charging towards him.

"See that? Number '01' is in front, and Number '03' is following behind."

"If we go in after they start fighting, who will get the credit?"

The gunner was stunned:

"Should we...should we include everyone?"

"Everyone?"

Tanaka's smile became even more ferocious.

"On the battlefield, credit is earned through theft!"

He slammed the control lever down.

"Speed ​​up! Charge!"

The engine roared.

The tracks spun rapidly.

Tank No. 02 began to race.

Tanaka spoke, word by word:

"Let me tell you a truth about the battlefield—"

He paused.

"When the situation on the battlefield is unfavorable, we should retreat and act according to circumstances. If things go wrong, we can still run away."

"But when you have the advantage—"

His eyes were frighteningly bright.

"We must take the initiative and claim the credit!"

Tank No. 02 began to accelerate.

The engine roared.

The tracks spun rapidly.

It is getting closer and closer to the number "01" in front.

The distance between the two vehicles changed from fifty meters to forty meters.

It became thirty meters.

Getting closer.

Getting closer.

Like a greedy snake chasing its prey.

Meanwhile, inside tank number "03".

Captain Sato, the train commander, was looking ahead through the observation window.

He was a typical middle-aged military officer.

Chubby.

He always had an arrogant smile on his face.

But at that moment, the smile vanished.

He suddenly realized that "02" was accelerating.

"Um?"

He paused for a moment:

"What...is Tanaka up to?"

The gunner said:

"Commander, it looks like he's charging forward."

"Charge forward?"

Sato frowned.

"Didn't we agree to advance separately and wear down the enemy's ammunition?"

The gunner hesitated for a moment:

"Perhaps... he's trying to steal the credit?"

Sato's eyes widened suddenly.

"Stealing credit?!"

His face flushed red instantly.

"Baka! That bastard! He wants all the credit for himself!"

Sato was the quintessential Japanese officer.

They care a lot about saving face.

Loves to steal credit.

They can't stand seeing others better than themselves.

He served in the army for twelve years.

He rose from private to lieutenant.

It all comes down to one thing: "grabbing".

Grab the mission.

Seize the opportunity.

To steal credit.

They grabbed everything they could.

Now, that Lieutenant Tanaka actually wants to get ahead of him?

"dream!"

Sato slapped the control stick.

"Snapped!"

It was very loud.

"Speed ​​up! Keep up!"

He roared:

"We can't let them take all the credit!"

The gunner hesitated.

He looked at the car with license plate number "02" speeding ahead.

Looking ahead at the dark gray Qilin tank.

Those images flashed through my mind.

Those tanks that were reduced to scrap metal.

Those train sets that were blown to pieces.

"Commander, this...this is different from the plan to surround Colonel Takeshi San..."

His voice trembled slightly.

"plan?"

Sato sneered.

That cold laugh was like a knife.

"Plans are static, but people are dynamic!"

"If a fight breaks out later, Tanaka will steal all the credit, and we'll be left starving!"

The loader chimed in:

"Exactly! The conductor is right! We can't let them take it all for themselves!"

The driver gritted his teeth.

Push down the control lever.

Tank No. 03 also began to accelerate.

At that instant, all three Japanese tanks accelerated simultaneously.

"01" is in front, slightly to the left.

"02" rushed up from behind, getting closer and closer to "01".

"03" followed closely behind, desperately trying to catch up.

They raced to catch up.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters —

Number "02" was almost attached to the tail of number "01".

Number "03" also caught up with number "02".

Three tanks, in that instant—

They were arranged in an almost perfect straight line.

Inside the Qilin 102 car.

The embroiderer's eyes suddenly lit up.

On the screen, three Japanese tanks lined up in a row at the same instant.

"01" is slightly to the left?

It's okay.

Its current position allows the armor-piercing projectile to penetrate at the optimal angle.

"03" is skewed to the right?

It's okay.

The secondary explosion of "02" will deliver shrapnel precisely to it.

angle.

speed.

distance.

All the parameters, in this instant—

Perfectly aligned.

The embroiderer's finger was already pressed on the launch button.

But she didn't press it immediately.

She is waiting.

Waiting for an even more perfect moment.

Wait for those three tanks to get a little closer.

Let's get their relative positions even more precise.

She was an embroiderer.

He will be the top tank driver in the Chinese military in 2026.

On the screen, numbers are jumping.

Distance: 1587 meters.

986 m.

785 meters —

Number "02" almost overlaps with number "01".

Number "03" tightly gripped the tail of number "02".

Three tanks, on the thermal imaging screen—

It almost became a single point.

At this moment, the embroiderer had completed her final calculations.

trajectory.

angle.

Penetrating power.

Probability of secondary explosion.

Error range.

all--

perfect.

"Now."