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

The armor-piercing projectile, the one that had already pierced through two tanks, still carried residual kinetic energy and high temperature as it emerged from the rear of the second tank.

It was like a red-hot iron ball, trailing flames, thick smoke, and a blinding light.

It didn't stop, and it won't stop.

It flew through steel, through flames, through death, and continued to fly forward.

Then, the armor-piercing shell crashed into the Japanese infantry.

It wasn't an explosion, it was a tearing apart. Like a red-hot iron ball, it plowed a bloody path through the Japanese troops.

Inoue lay there, still laughing. He was thinking, "Luckily, I'm far away." Then, a white light flashed before his eyes.

His head was gone.

His body was still lying in the crater, in that relieved position, but his head was gone.

Blood gushed from his neck, filling the crater.

Kobayashi squatted beside the well, still nodding.

He was still thinking, "Thank goodness we're far away." Then, a piece of shrapnel flew in and sliced ​​off half of his head.

On the remaining half of his head, his eyes were still open and his mouth was still agape. His body was still crouching, and after two seconds, he collapsed.

Those Japanese soldiers who were just celebrating their good fortune never believed it, not even in death.

How could that shell fly so far?

How could that shell penetrate two tanks and kill people?

What exactly was that shell?

The armor-piercing projectile, the one that had already pierced through two tanks, still carried residual kinetic energy and high temperature as it emerged from the rear of the second tank.

Then—there was a third explosion.

"boom--!!!"

The armor-piercing shells exploded in the densest part of the Japanese troops.

It wasn't a normal explosion; the warhead of the armor-piercing projectile was detonated.

The pre-fabricated shrapnel, the steel balls, and the shattered projectiles flew in all directions like a torrential rain.

Within a radius of several dozen meters, all the Japanese soldiers were hit simultaneously.

One head, two heads, three or four heads.

Five heads, six heads, seven or eight heads.

In that instant, they saw a sea of ​​burning fire.

Then, he died screaming in agony.

The three explosions were like fireworks going off three times in a row.

The first firework was of tank number "531". The turret flew into the air, the hull broke in two, and flames shot into the sky. The infantry following behind were engulfed by flames, torn apart by shrapnel, and blasted into the sky.

The second firework was of tank number "532".

It was bigger and brighter than the first one. The turret flew higher, and the vehicle shattered more completely.

Those infantrymen who thought they were far enough away now realized they were too close.

They were engulfed by flames, torn apart by shrapnel, and blasted into the sky.

The third firework was the armor-piercing shell. It pierced through two tanks, flew into the Japanese infantry group, and exploded in the densest part of the crowd.

The pre-fabricated shrapnel, the steel balls, and the shattered projectiles flew in all directions like a rain of needles.

Beautiful, yet deadly!

The commander of the 10th Brigade of the Japanese army, Naojiro Tenma, stood in the middle of the column, watching the two tanks explode, watching the infantrymen be blown away, and watching the corpses fall from the sky.

He held his military knife up, but forgot to put it down.

He was relieved. Relieved that he had gotten off the tank. If he were still standing on that Type 94 light armored vehicle.

He dared not think about it. He dared not think that his head would fly into the sky, that his body would be blown in two, that he would turn into a firework.

He was relieved, relieved that he was still alive.

But he was also afraid, afraid that he might be blown into the sky like those infantrymen and become a firework.

"Brigade Commander!" Kobayashi Yu rushed over and grabbed his arm. "Brigade Commander! Get down right now!"

Naoki was pulled by him, and his body lurched forward, landing in a crater.

Kobayashi Yong lay beside him, looking at the sea of ​​fire, the tanks that were still exploding, and the corpses that had been blown away.

His mouth was open, and "ah ah ah" sounds were squeezed out of his throat:

"Brigade Commander... Brigade Commander..." His voice trembled, "We... We..."