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Carrying the residual force that had already penetrated the armor of two tanks—

The armor-piercing projectile continued forward.

Passing through the thick smoke from the explosion of tank "02".

Passing through the blasted debris.

Passing through that area—

An area already shrouded in death.

They headed straight for tank number "03".

Inside tank number "03".

Captain Sato was sitting in the commander's seat.

He witnessed "01" explode.

I witnessed "02" explode with my own eyes.

I saw those things with my own eyes—

The two tanks that were charging alongside him just moments ago turned into two fireballs.

It turned into two piles of scrap metal.

It became two—

Burning graves.

"Retreat!" he suddenly roared, his voice cracking. "Retreat! Retreat now!"

The driver paused for a moment.

"Captain...but..."

"But what?!"

Sato's face was twisted like a demon.

Their facial features were squeezed together.

Veins bulging.

Protruding eyeballs.

"Do you want to die?! Do you want to turn into fireworks like them?!"

The driver dared not speak again.

He frantically pushed the control lever.

Tank No. 03 began to turn.

I want to run away.

But it was too late.

The armor-piercing shell has arrived.

After emerging from the wreckage of tank "02", its speed had slowed down somewhat.

But it was still very fast.

As Sato approached, he only saw a dark shadow.

Almost there—

It's too late.

Sato's last sight was of that cannonball.

It flew in from the side.

Getting closer.

getting bigger.

More and more—

clear.

then.

The armor-piercing shell struck.

"boom--!!!"

The third explosion.

The armor-piercing shell penetrated the side armor of the Japanese tank No. 03, at the angle exposed when it turned.

That steel plate, hailed as the "strongest in the empire."

They're like paper in the face of armor-piercing projectiles.

It was torn apart.

It was pierced through.

quilt--

Completely crushed.

Captain Sato was standing with his mouth agape when the armor-piercing shell hit him.

I want to shout.

But he didn't shout it out.

Shrapnel cut into his left cheek.

The skin was cut open.

The muscle was cut open.

The cheekbone was cut open.

It comes out from the right cheek.

His entire face was cut in half.

The upper half of the face, still attached.

The lower half of his face fell off.

Hanging around the neck.

Swaying back and forth.

His tongue was sticking out.

It's still moving.

The loader behind Sato was crouching down at the time.

Retrieving shells.

He just happened to look up when the armor-piercing shell hit him.

I saw the shell.

I saw it crawl into the tank.

I saw it—

Pierce through the engine compartment.

His eyes were wide open.

then.

explosion.

His body was thrown into the air by the shockwave.

It hit the top cover.

Cervical spine fracture.

The skull was fractured.

Then it fell down.

It landed next to half of Sato's face.

Two mangled corpses lay together.

The same fragmentation.

Similarly—

Fits well.

"boom--!!!"

That armor-piercing shell had finally completed its mission.

Inside the Japanese tank, it exploded with a loud bang.

It also destroyed the ammunition of the Japanese tank '03'.

This was no ordinary explosion.

It was truly, utterly, and reduced everything to ashes—

Explosions upon explosions! ! !

The wrecked "03" tank looked as if it had been smashed by a giant's fist.

The turret flew away.

It doesn't mean "fly out".

It means "blown into the sky".

The tens of tons of steel shot into the sky like a cannonball.

It tumbled in the air.

Spinning around.

Fall.

It crashed to the ground twenty meters away, killing several Japanese infantrymen.

The infantry surrounding the Japanese tank No. 03.

Then I saw it—

hell.

A private named Kobayashi.

He ran the fastest.

Closest to the tank.

He was panting with his mouth open when the explosion occurred.

then.

He's gone.

It's not that it "died".

It means "gone".

The shockwave tore him to pieces.

The fragments flew in all directions.

Some landed more than ten meters away.

Some landed twenty meters away.

His head flew the farthest.

It landed in a crater thirty meters away.

His eyes were still open.

His mouth was still open.

He maintained the expression he had in his final moments before death.

That expression was one of bewilderment.

It's a sense of bewilderment, like "What just happened?"

Behind him was a sergeant named Yamada.

He runs a little slower.

He had just turned his head to see what had happened when the explosion occurred.

then.

A piece of shrapnel cut into his left eye.

It comes out from the back of the head.

His head exploded like a watermelon.

Red.

White.

Thick and sticky.

It splashed everywhere.

It splashed onto the faces of the two people next to them.

Those two people hadn't had time to wipe it yet.

It was riddled with shrapnel.

Yamada's body was still standing.

Standing.

I stood there for three seconds.

Then he fell down.

There was also a Japanese soldier, far away.

When the explosion occurred, he cleverly lay down.

They thought lying down would make them safe.

However, the secondary explosion was not an ordinary explosion.

The tank parts that were blown away flew everywhere like cannonballs.

A steel plate flew over.

Like a giant knife.

It cut him through the waist.

Cut him in two.

The upper body was still crawling forward.

I climbed up and down twice.

It stopped moving.

The lower body remains in place.

It's still convulsing.

Still pedaling.

……

On the Chinese front.

But there was complete silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

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

Then--

"ah--!!!"

Liu Manzai was the first to call out:

"Three vehicles—!!!"

He shouted.

The sound was high-pitched and bright.

"Three vehicles—!!!"

"One shot—three vehicles—!!!"

Zhang Shitou also shouted, his voice hoarse from yelling:

"My goodness!!!"

"This must be a god!!!"

Then, this simple-minded boy from Shaanxi ran to the front.

Standing in that place where you could be shot at any moment.

But he wasn't afraid.

He just stared at the burning tanks.

Looking at those Japanese soldiers who were blown away.

Looking at that area—

It was once a battlefield, and now it is hell.

Then he shouted.

Using all my strength:

"Sister Embroiderer—!!!"

"Are you a god?!"

That sound pierced through the smoke of gunpowder.

The one-eyed company commander stood next to Zhang Shitou and patted him on the shoulder:

"Those are our people! Not gods!"

Zhang Shitou turned around in a daze:

"That...that's a deity too..."

"Yes, yes, they are gods, our Chinese gods!"

Chen Dashan stood there, looking towards the battlefield.

There was a glint of tears in his one eye.

It's not sadness.

It was excitement.

It was that kind of excitement, like "So this is how war can be fought."

It's that kind of excitement of "Wow, we're so strong!"

At this moment, the soldiers of the Seventh Company went completely mad.

Tian Dazhuang stood there.

Holding a gun.

Facing the sky.

Shot after shot.

Fire the last few bullets into the sky.

Say nothing.

celebrate.

Celebrate this victory that I will never forget.

At this moment, Chen Dashan, the one-eyed company commander, raised the large knife in his hand.

That tiger-head broadsword with a blunt blade.

Facing the sky.

Facing the three still-burning flames.

Facing that car—

The Qilin Tank is creating a miracle.

he growled.

Using all my strength:

"Brothers—!!!"

"Did you see that?!"

"Our tanks—!!!"

"One shot—three vehicles—!!!"