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

The armor-piercing shell emerged from the rear of the first tank, carrying flames, fragments, and death, before striking the frontal armor of the second tank.

It did not slow down and crashed into the armor of the second tank.

A 65mm steel plate is as thin as paper in the face of an armor-piercing projectile.

Inside the second tank, the commander was shouting "Advance!"

Because the first tank was still moving forward, and his tank was also moving forward, victory was just around the corner.

He thought that once he captured Liu Xing, he would surely receive a reward. He thought that after the war, he would return to Tokyo and open a small shop. He thought about how his wife had written to say that their son could call him "Dad" now.

Then he saw the tank in front of him explode. The turret flew up, the hull shattered, and flames shot into the sky.

His smile froze on his face, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened as if to shout "Stop the car!" But it was too late.

The armor-piercing shell had already hit his tank.

The armor-piercing shell was like a red-hot knife. He heard a sound as steel was torn apart. He felt something push his body, light and airy, as if someone had pushed him from behind.

He looked down and saw a large hole in his chest.

Blood gushed out of the hole.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

The gunner of the 532 Japanese tank was named Masao Tanaka.

When the armor-piercing shell came, he was lying on the scope, waiting to fire.

His right eye was covered by a lens, his left eye was closed, and his finger rested on the firing button. He was still waiting for Jiro Sato's command.

Then, the white light came, coming from above. The armor-piercing round flew over his head, and the intense heat instantly ignited his hair, his scalp, and his brain.

He didn't feel any pain because it happened so fast.

His body was still seated, still in the aiming posture.

But his mind was already ready.

Then—a second explosion.

"boom--!!!"

Louder and more intense than the first blast, the turret flew higher, spinning in mid-air like a kicked iron can.

The infantry surrounding the tank were engulfed in flames.

Those Japanese soldiers who were just congratulating themselves on being far from the first tank now found themselves too close to the second tank.

The Japanese soldiers were thrown into the air by the shockwave of the exploding tank, then fell to the ground, their spines broken, their necks broken, and their bodies twisted into impossible angles.

There were also fragments from the exploding tanks flying everywhere, like spinning tops among the Japanese soldiers.

Those spinning fragments were like flying knives, slicing through throats, chests, and everything in their path.

And further on, there were several dozen more Japanese soldiers.

One of the Japanese soldiers, named Inoue, was lying in a bomb crater, trembling all over.

He witnessed the two tanks in front of him explode, saw the turrets fly into the air, and saw his comrades who were following the tanks being engulfed in flames.

He was relieved. He was at least fifty meters away from those two tanks. Fifty meters, on the battlefield, is the distance between life and death.

He turned his head, looked at the Japanese soldier beside him, grinned, and said, "You've got it..."

He murmured, "Luckily we're far away..."

The young Japanese soldier had just turned twenty. His face was as white as paper, his lips trembled, and his eyes were wide open. He nodded, his voice barely audible.

Yeah... Luckily we're far away...

He swallowed hard, feeling his heart still beating. He was alive.

"The Empire's tanks..." a sergeant said softly, his voice carrying a complex emotion, "so they can be destroyed too."

"But it's okay," he said, "we're far away."

Many of the fortunate Japanese soldiers lay prone in shell craters, crouched behind rocks, or hid behind trees. They looked at the sea of ​​fire, at the still-burning wreckage, and at their comrades who could no longer stand.

Their faces showed no sadness, no anger, only relief. Relief that they were still alive, relief that they were far enough away, relief that the shell hadn't hit them.

"Where did the Chinese get those kinds of weapons...?"

"I don't know... but luckily we're far away..."

They thought they were safe.

They thought the shell wouldn't fly anymore.

They thought that the two tanks were the final destination of the shell.

Unbeknownst to them, the armor-piercing shell was still firing.

"boom--!!!"