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

On the Chinese front.

Chen Dashan looked at the ball of fire shooting into the sky.

His hands were trembling.

The hand holding the knife was trembling.

His one eye was wide open.

"It's blown up..." he roared, "It's blown up..."

There was so much in that roar.

There was hatred for the Japanese army and longing for the fallen brothers.

have--

Everything.

Liu Manzai, who was standing next to the one-eyed company commander, even jumped up like a firecracker that had been lit.

It jumped really high.

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"It's blown up! It's blown up! Sister Embroidery blew up the Japanese tank!"

Liu Manzai was waving a brick that had already been smashed.

The bricks were covered in blood; it was unclear whether it was from the Japanese soldiers or his own.

He doesn't care.

He was just waving it around.

Shout at the top of your lungs:

"Sister Embroidery is awesome!!!"

"That's incredibly awesome!!!"

Zhang Shitou also jumped up.

This simple-minded boy from Shaanxi jumped out from behind the cover.

"That's fucking amazing!!!"

He roared, his voice like thunder.

Then he hugged Tian Dazhuang who was standing next to him.

Slap his back hard.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound was like drumming.

"See that?! See that?! Our tanks! They've destroyed the Japanese tanks!"

Tian Dazhuang coughed repeatedly after being patted on the shoulder.

"Cough cough cough—!"

He coughed and shouted:

"I saw it! I saw it! You fucking quiet down!"

Tian Dazhuang coughed repeatedly despite being filmed.

But he was also laughing:

"My goodness..."

He murmured:

"That's fucking amazing..."

He thought of his brothers who died under the tanks.

I remember the old squad leader who was blown in two.

I remember that charred locust tree.

just now.

He saw the tank explode.

I saw those Japanese soldiers die.

see--

I got my revenge.

Just then.

The one-eyed company commander's single eye suddenly widened:

"Look! Look!"

"The second Japanese tank looks like it's about to explode too."

It's not just a possibility, it's really about to explode.

The embroiderer's armor-piercing barrage, after penetrating Tank "01"—

It didn't stop.

It carries the scent of death.

It carries the power of destruction.

Keep going.

Inside tank number "02".

Lieutenant Tanaka was looking ahead through the observation window.

He still had a smug smile on his face.

That kind of laughter was like that of a weasel that had stolen a chicken.

"See that!" he shouted to the gunner and loader inside the vehicle. "We were right to charge!"

He leaned back in his chair, legs crossed.

"If we stay behind, Watanabe will steal all the credit!"

The gunner smiled obsequiously, bowing and scraping.

"The lieutenant was brilliant! The lieutenant was brilliant!"

The loader nodded in agreement, his face full of obsequiousness.

"Yes, yes, the lieutenant is right!"

Tanaka leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face.

He even started humming a little tune.

"When we charge in, we'll be the first to take down those Chinese bastards—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because he saw it.

I spotted tank number "01"—

Blasted.

That ball of fire shot into the sky.

The turret that was blown away.

Those ones--

The Japanese soldiers who were still alive just moments before were instantly reduced to fragments.

"N-Nani...?!"

Then he saw it again.

I saw that one—

The shells are still flying.

The armor-piercing shell emerged from the wreckage of tank number "01".

With flames.

Carrying the smoke of gunpowder.

It carried the scent of death.

They were heading straight for them.

"boom--!!!"

A second explosion.

Louder than the first sound.

Because there is more ammunition in "02".

Those cannonballs that Tanaka prepared.

Those shells he intended to use to "steal credit".

Those ones--

They all became fuel to send him to his death.

Tank No. 02 looked like a giant firework.

It exploded.

The turret flew even higher.

The car body was shattered even more completely.

The steel plates scattered and flew everywhere, like pieces of paper.

Those parts, like bullets, shot in all directions.

Lieutenant Tanaka was sitting in the commander's seat.

The armor-piercing bullet passed right through his chest.

Go in from the front and come out from the back.

A hole the size of a bowl was left in his chest.

Blood gushed out of that hole.

It's still warm.

It smelled fishy.

He lowered his head.

Look at that hole.

Looking at those—

Something that is flowing out.

There was fear in his eyes.

There is something I don't understand.

I regret it.

But in the end, only—

at a loss.

then.

In the catastrophic explosion of his own prepared ammunition depot, he was transformed into a skeleton under the intense heat.

The Japanese soldier in the co-pilot's seat didn't even have time to react.

The shockwave from the explosion lifted him off the driver's seat.

It hit the top cover.

Cervical spine fracture.

The skull was fractured.

Then it fell down.

It landed beside the charred corpse in the field.

Two mangled corpses lay together.

They are a very good match.

But the worst off in the tank was the gunner, Inoue.

He was aiming at it.

They wanted to target that gray Chinese tank and launch an attack.

then.

An explosion occurred.

His head was cut in half by a piece of shrapnel.

The other half is still there.

You can still see it.

You can still see those—

Blood and flesh are splattering.

His body was still seated in the gunner's position.

His hand was still resting on the sight.

His foot was still on the pedal.

The head was gone.

The Japanese tank "02" was destroyed.

This time the fireworks were even bigger.

The car body cracked.

Flames burst forth from every crevice.

The Japanese infantry surrounding Tank No. 02 suffered even more horrific deaths.

Some of them were thrown into the air by the shockwave.

Like a rag doll, it dances in the air.

Fall.

He fell to his death.

Or it could be penetrated by shrapnel.

A hole exploded in his chest.

His stomach split open.

The leg flew away.

My hand is gone.

Someone was splashed by burning steel.

The scorching hot metal fragments fell like raindrops.

It fell on them.

It burned holes in them one by one.

He screamed in agony.

Rolling on the ground.

roll.

But it soon stopped moving.

Because those holes were too deep.

………………

On the Chinese side.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

Looking at the second burst of firelight shooting into the sky.

Looking at the second burning tank.

Looking at that one—

A single shot penetrated the armor-piercing shells of two tanks.

Chen Dashan raised his broadsword.

Facing the sky.

Roar:

"Brothers—!!!"

"Did you see that?!"

"Our tanks—!!!"

"One shot, two vehicles—!!!"

And at this moment,

That armor-piercing shell—

It hasn't stopped yet.

It emerged from the wreckage of tank number "02".

Continue forward.

Keep flying.

continue--

With death.

Fly towards—

Japanese tank No. 03...