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The embroiderer's gaze shifted away from the three burning flames on her left.

Those three tanks are still burning.

Flames shot into the sky.

Smoke billows.

Her eyes remained expressionless.

I just glanced at it briefly.

Then, turn to the right.

There, the remaining three Japanese tanks were in complete chaos.

Number "04".

Number "05".

Number "06".

They witnessed what just happened.

I witnessed "01", "02", and "03" turn into three fireballs in an instant.

Inside tank number "04".

Captain Onodera, the tank commander, was staring intently ahead.

"Retreat..." he cried out in terror, "Retreat..."

The driver turned around, his voice trembling:

"Captain, which way...where should we retreat?"

Onodera was stunned.

Where to retreat?

On the left are the burning remains.

The river is on the right.

Behind them were infantrymen who were in disarray.

Front--

Ahead was the gray behemoth that was aiming at them.

That vehicle—

A monster that can shoot through three tanks with a single shot.

That vehicle—

Death is reaping their lives.

There was nowhere to retreat.

There is nowhere to escape.

There is nowhere to go.

"Then... let's go!"

Onodera suddenly roared:

"Charge! Fight them!"

The driver gritted his teeth.

Push the joystick.

Tank No. 04 began to move forward.

Inside tank number "05".

Captain Ibe, the tank commander, was yelling furiously at the driver:

"Reverse! Reverse! Reverse quickly!"

His face was twisted like a demon.

Their facial features were squeezed together.

Veins bulging.

Protruding eyeballs.

"Hurry up! Do you want to die?!"

The driver frantically pulled the control lever.

The tank began to reverse.

The retreat was too hasty.

They retreated too quickly.

"Snap—!"

The track got stuck on the edge of a bomb crater.

"I can't move! I can't move at all!"

The driver screamed.

The voice sounded like a chicken being choked.

Inside tank number "06".

This is a tank from the mountains.

But at that moment, Yamanaka Kiichi was no longer in the car.

He's already run away.

The moment I saw "01" explode.

He ran away.

Open the hatch.

Jump out.

He ran away without looking back.

It ran like a wild dog being chased.

He ran like a stray dog.

Sergeant Uchida took over command from him.

"Sergeant..."

The gunner's voice trembled.

"What...what do we do?"

He shouted with a distorted expression:

"Rush."

He said.

"Charge forward and fight them!"

"Even in death, die like a warrior."

"No, not like that piece of trash, Kiichi Yamanaka."

The three Japanese tanks made different choices.

Number "04" is rushing forward.

It was rinsed very slowly.

He hesitated a lot when he rushed over.

Number "05" is being reversed.

But it doesn't move.

It got stuck in a bomb crater.

Like a fly stuck in a spider web.

Number "06" hesitated in place.

The driver didn't know whether to go forward or reverse.

But no matter what they choose—

The result was the same.

Because it's inside the Qilin 102 car.

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

Her eyes were fixed on the three red dots on the thermal imaging screen.

The three red dots are in different positions.

One moves forward.

One after the next.

One in place.

But they—

They were arranged in a diagonal line.

The perfect angle.

The perfect distance.

Perfect—

The hunt is on.

The embroiderer's lips curled up slightly.

It was a very faint smile.

But there was something in that smile.

have--

It means "You're finished."

have--

The confidence of "two cannons and six vehicles".

have--

The domineering aura of "I am the Grim Reaper".

"run?"

She said softly.

"Can they escape?"

Her fingers slid rapidly across the control panel.

The aiming system locked onto the three tanks.

Not one vehicle at a time.

There were three together.

Because the angle is perfect.

Because the distance is just right.

because--

She was an embroiderer.

He was the top tank driver in the new China.

"goodbye."

"Bang--!!!"

Huge flames spewed from the cannon muzzle.

The flames were orange-red.

Scorching hot.

It illuminated the entire interior of the turret.

The armor-piercing shell shot out of the cannon barrel and streaked across the sky.

Crossing this land soaked in blood

An armor-piercing shell hit tank number 04. Inside tank number 04.

Captain Onodera's last sight was of firelight.

A sea of ​​fire.

They poured in through the observation window.

It poured in through every crack.

It filled the entire field of vision.

It filled the entire tank.

Full of—

His last consciousness.

And his body, at that moment—

ripe.

It wasn't "burned to death".

It means "to be roasted".

Then, the armor-piercing shell emerged from the wreckage of "04".

Headed straight for tank number "05".

Tank No. 05 is reversing.

But it doesn't move.

It got stuck in a bomb crater.

Like a live target.

The armor-piercing round hit its side.

The angle is perfect.

The armor-piercing projectile penetrated the side armor.

They crawled inside the tank.

They crawled into the ammunition depot.

Then--

"boom!

Next up was the last Japanese tank.

"boom!!!"

Three explosions.

Three flames.

Three tanks.

all--

It turned into scrap metal.

Number "04".

Number "05".

Number "06".

In addition to the previous "01", "02", and "03".

Six Japanese tanks.

Six fireballs shot into the sky.

Six seats—

Burning graves.

Inside the Qilin 102 car.

The embroiderer stared at the six red dots on the screen that were going out.

Six red dots, one after another, turned gray.

It turned black.

become--

death.

Her face was expressionless; she simply said:

Six vehicles.

"Two shots."

"Total annihilation."

There was a moment of silence on the communication channel.

Then--

The sound of the anvil exploded:

"Embroiderer—!!!"

"You've truly become a god—!!!"

"Two cannons and six vehicles! Two cannons and six vehicles!"

The person who broke down the door also shouted.

"Embroiderer, this was simply a textbook example of a battle."

The embroiderer's lips curled up slightly.

She pressed the communication button.

The voice remained calm.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The anvil was stunned: "Cooperate? Cooperate with what?"

The embroiderer's gaze fell upon the six tanks that had been reduced to scrap metal.

Look at the still-burning wreckage.

Look at those—

The Japanese soldiers who once swaggered around are now corpses.

"they."

she says.

"Well arranged."

"Very cooperative."

anvil:"……"

The breacher: "..."