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"ZTZ-105, Lei Gang, you have deployed high-explosive bombs to indiscriminately strike the Japanese positions!"

"ZTZ-106, Lin Mo, use thermobaric cloud bombs, aim at the densely packed area of ​​the 11th Division!"

"ZTZ-107, Lu Bei, use alloy armor-piercing rounds to destroy as many Japanese tanks as possible!"

She paused for a moment, then pressed a button.

On top of the turret of the Qilin Tank 104, the muzzle of the coaxial machine gun began to slowly rotate, pointing towards the surging black ocean.

"As for me—the front platoon of the Japanese soldiers, leave that to me. My coaxial machine gun can do the talking!" A slight smile played on her lips.

"Just a reminder—don't conserve ammo. Now, let's fire!"

Lei Gang could no longer contain himself. His hand rested on the launch button, his eyes fixed on the fire control screen, the crosshairs pressed against the dense, yellowish-brown waves of fire, and his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"Su Yue, I've been waiting for you to say that!"

Without hesitation, he pressed the launch button.

The ZTZ-105's cannon barrel spewed out a huge ball of flame, the fire exploding in the morning light like a small sun rising from the muzzle.

When the little sun reached its highest point, it exploded, spraying steel balls and pre-made fragments from its body in all directions, like rain or hail.

360 degrees, no blind spots, no dead angles, no place to hide.

The Japanese soldiers were still charging. They held their bayonets and roared, "Tian Nao Heika!"

But death came from the sky.

Then, steel balls rained down like a storm.

This high-explosive bomb killed a whole area of ​​Japanese soldiers. Within a radius of fifty meters, not a single Japanese soldier remained standing.

As for those lying on the ground, still convulsing, still screaming, they won't live much longer either.

Their blood gushed from the bullet holes, forming thin streams that meandered across the scorched earth.

But Lei Gang didn't stop. His fingers pressed the launch button repeatedly, and one high-explosive shell after another was fired from the ZTZ-105's barrel, flying towards the top of that black sea and exploding.

Steel balls rained down like a storm, reaping the lives of those Japanese soldiers.

Lei Gang didn't stop. He fired another shot, killing more than a hundred Japanese soldiers. Steel balls and shrapnel hit everyone equally, regardless of who was in front or behind, high or low, whether you were a sergeant or a private.

Lu Bei was equally determined. His eyes were glued to the scope, and through the crosshairs, he could see the Japanese tanks advancing.

More than thirty Type 89 medium tanks were lined up in a wedge formation, their tracks grinding through the mud and their gun barrels swinging from side to side, like a herd of heavy iron rhinoceroses.

"ZTZ-107, alloy armor-piercing projectile, loading."

"Loading complete!"

"emission!"

The 125mm smoothbore cannon roared, a huge ball of flame spewed from the muzzle, and the shell flew out of the barrel, leaving a trail of white light.

The armor-piercing projectile struck the tank's frontal armor. Sixty-five millimeters of steel plate was as thin as paper in the face of the alloy armor-piercing projectile.

The first tank exploded. The turret was blown off, the hull broke in two, and flames spewed out from every crevice.

The armor-piercing shell continued its flight. It headed towards the second tank.

Then, the second tank exploded as well.

"One shot, two vehicles," he muttered. "Not enough. More."

"Lu Bei, one cannon for two vehicles, your skills are not as good as Su Yue's."

Lin Mo's voice came through the communication device, tinged with a hint of teasing.

He sat in the turret of the ZTZ-106, his eyes fixed on the fire control screen, but his words were sharp and sarcastic.

His finger rested on the launch button.

He was waiting. Waiting for those Japanese soldiers to get closer, closer together, and more crowded.

"One thermobaric cloud bomb. Target: the densely populated area of ​​the 11th Division."

Thermobaric cloud bomb, once fired, can detonate three times in mid-air, forming three fiery cloud waterfalls that cover an area of ​​200 meters.

The ZTZ-186's cannon barrel spewed out a huge ball of flame, and the shells detonated for the first time when they reached a certain height.

A huge fireball exploded in the air; the flames were white, blindingly white.

Then, it detonated a second time. The fireball didn't dissipate; instead, it spread outwards.

The third explosion occurred. Three fiery waterfalls burst open simultaneously, cascading down from the sky like waterfalls and torrents, engulfing everything in their path.

The area within a radius of two hundred meters was transformed into a sea of ​​fire.

Now, please listen quietly to the screams of the Japanese soldiers.

………………

11th Division Headquarters.

Shiro Katamura entered from outside, speaking anxiously, "Commander, in just the first wave of the attack, the Empire's warriors have already been lost..."

Munetake Yamamuro put down his binoculars. His triangular eyes narrowed.

"The casualties are still within a controllable range." He looked at the huge map in front of him, his finger pressing on the land covered by red and blue markers.

"Pass down the order: Warriors of the Empire, continue the charge!"

Twenty thousand Japanese soldiers, after all, were only twenty thousand. Those tan-yellow figures surged from the horizon like a swarm of locusts covering the sky.

More than thirty tanks, lined up in a wedge formation, their tracks grinding through the mud with a dull rumble.

The Type 38 field guns and Type 92 infantry guns, one after another, were pulled forward by mules.

The Japanese soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see, a dark mass from east to west and from south to north.

In the end, some Japanese soldiers still managed to get within 100 meters of Liu Xing's position.

The leader of this group of Japanese soldiers was a sergeant; his mouth was open, and he was howling.

"Take the Chinese position! Charge forward!"

Behind him were hundreds of equally crazed Japanese soldiers.

"もうすぐ出く...もうすぐ出く..." A Japanese man yelled, "It's almost there...It's almost there..."

On Liu Xing's position, Su Yue watched the group of Japanese soldiers charging forward.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

She has been waiting ever since Bian Yun brought her to this land in 2026.

Wait for these beasts to rush up, wait for them to gather together, wait for them to think they're about to win.

Then, she would show them what despair truly meant.

On top of the turret of the Qilin Tank 104, the muzzle of the coaxial machine gun was already aimed at this patch of yellowish-brown water.

In the crosshairs, the faces of the Japanese soldiers became clearer and clearer.

Her finger pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da—!!!"