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

38. This is a cannon from the new China!

"Fire!" Bian Yun ordered.

Zhao Tiezhu pressed down the firing lever.

The roar of howitzers from the new China once again shook the sky above Wusongkou.

Boom-! ! !

The heavy recoil caused the gun barrel to swing back violently, and the gun mount plowed two deep trenches in the soft mudflats.

The flames spewing from the cannon were ten meters long, resembling the breath of a giant dragon in the twilight.

Lieutenant General Yoshida, commander of the Japanese tank corps, suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

He leaned against the side window of the tank, looking up at the sky—

A black dot rapidly magnifies in the field of vision.

"Avoid it!!!" he roared.

But it was too late.

A tank needs time and space to turn.

But the shells won't wait.

hit.

The tank's steel plates were torn apart like paper.

The projectile penetrated the tank, between the boiler compartment and the ammunition magazine, and exploded!

boom--!!!

This was no ordinary explosion.

It was the explosion of 12 kilograms of high-energy explosives in a confined space.

It's like a giant stepping on both ends of a tank, causing it to break upwards in the middle.

The sound of steel breaking was sharp and piercing.

Then, a secondary explosion occurred—the ammunition depot was detonated.

Including this tank, several Japanese tanks and one or two hundred infantrymen were all killed!

At Wusongkou, all the Chinese soldiers stared wide-eyed.

Guo Rugui's hands were trembling.

He saw that the tanks they were desperately trying to stop were all blown up by a single shell, along with the Japanese soldiers.

One shot.

Just one shot.

"What...what kind of cannon is this..." he murmured.

Lu Bei, standing next to him, smiled and said, "The New China Cannon."

There was no time to rest when the Japanese air force finally arrived in the sky.

Twenty bombers, escorted by fighter planes, began their dive.

Their target was clear—that cannon.

But Bian Yun had been waiting for them for a long time.

"Ray Gang!"

"arrive!"

Lei Gang shouldered the FN-6 anti-aircraft missile and locked the scope onto the lead bomber.

"Su Yue! Drone swarm interference!"

"Taken!"

Thirty miniature drones took off, like a swarm of angry wasps, and pounced on the Japanese aircraft.

They were too small and too fast for the Japanese machine guns to hit.

When they collide with the plane, the high-energy explosives inside them will detonate.

Boom boom boom—!!!

Three bombers exploded into fireballs in the air.

Lei Gang pulled the trigger.

call out--!!!

The missile, trailing white smoke, crashed straight into a diving bomber.

hit.

The fourth one.

Lu Bei and Lin Mo were also busy.

Lu Bei used a QBU-191 to fire in bursts, blowing up the cockpit of a fighter jet—he was betting that the pilot didn't have bulletproof glass.

Bet right.

Lin Mo's QBU-202 is specifically designed to attack fuel tanks.

A 12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary round penetrated the fuel tank and ignited the aviation fuel.

Several more fireballs appeared in the sky.

Meanwhile, on the Huangpu River, at least thirty more landing craft, each carrying a squadron of Japanese soldiers, once again braved artillery fire and rushed onto the mudflats.

This time, it wasn't a light tank that came up, but a Type 89 medium tank, with thicker armor and stronger firepower.

The Japanese army was fighting desperately; they were determined to capture Wusongkou, no matter the cost in terms of casualties.

Guo Rugui's heart jumped again.

The soldiers on the position gripped their guns tightly—even though they knew the guns couldn't penetrate the tanks, it was instinct.

But Bian Yun smiled.

"Lei Gang, use the howitzer sparingly, let's replace it with an anti-tank missile launcher."

The 2025 man-portable anti-tank missile will have a range of 3,000 meters and a top-attack mode.

Lei Gang roared, "You little devils, Grandpa will teach you what it means to fight tanks!"

He shouldered the launcher and locked the scope onto the foremost tank.

Pull the trigger.

The missile leaves the chamber, but it doesn't fly in a straight line—it climbs upwards first, then dives down to attack the top of the tank.

The top armor of the Type 89 medium tank is only 15 mm thick.

Compared to missiles, they are like paper.

boom--!!!

The tank exploded into a fireball.

One, two, three...

Lei Gang called out each vehicle one by one, as if calling roll.

Ten tanks were reduced to burning scrap metal in less than two minutes.

The Japanese infantry behind them lost their armored cover and were exposed on the mudflats.

Lin Mo's sniper rifle fired.

Puff puff……

Japanese officers, machine gunners, and grenade launcher operators were precisely called out.

Lu Bei picked up the QBU-201 general-purpose machine gun—not the previous one, but a new one that had been brought in, with a faster rate of fire and higher accuracy.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! !

Bullets rained down on the mudflats like water.

Japanese soldiers fell in droves.

Guo Rugui was stunned.

He had fought many battles, witnessed carnage and tragedy, but he had never seen anything like this—

crush.

Pure, one-sided crushing defeat.

Those arrogant Japanese Type 89 tanks were like toys in front of those "curving rockets".

Those fierce Japanese infantrymen were like wheat before that "machine gun that could aim itself".

Those swaggering Japanese planes were like targets in front of those "little flying insects" and "long sticks".

A surge of pleasure welled up in Guo Rugui's heart.

The battle lasted an hour and a half.

When the last Japanese bomber crashed into the Yangtze River, trailing black smoke, when the last Japanese soldier on the mudflats was killed—

Wusongkou was completely silent.

As the sun sets, the river is dyed blood red.

Burning tanks, corpses strewn across the mudflats...

All of this, under the setting sun, possesses a cruel beauty.

Guo Rugui stood up and walked to the front of the position.

He gazed at the battlefield, remaining silent for a long time.

Then he turned around, looked at Bian Yun, and at the heroes from later generations.

"Thank you," he said, his voice choked with emotion, "Thank you all..."

Bian Yun patted him on the shoulder: "We are the ones who should be saying thank you."

He paused:

"Without your steadfast defense here, there would be no new China."

Night falls.

The battleground began to be cleaned up.

The seriously wounded were gathered together, and Su Qing, along with several soldiers who knew how to bandage, were doing their best to treat them.

But some of the injuries were too severe.

A soldier whose abdomen had been ripped open by shrapnel gripped Su Qing's hand: "Doctor... I'm dying... Leave the medicine for those who can survive..."

Su Qing shook her head and gave him a boost: "Hang in there. Comrade Bian Yun can take you to 2025; he can save you there."

The soldier's eyes lit up: "2025...that's great..."

Then, he fell into a coma.

Bian Yun looked at the countdown in his mind:

[Countdown to the fourth comeback: 00:11:47]

He walked up to Guo Rugui:

"Brigade Commander Guo, I'm going back now. This time, I can take fifteen seriously wounded soldiers with me."

Guo Rugui nodded emphatically: "I'll have Dr. Su pick the fifteen heaviest ones."

"Furthermore," Bian Yun looked at the river, "although the Japanese Third Fleet has retreated, they won't give up. Next time, they might use even more troops, or even... bombard it recklessly."

Bian Yun had just finished speaking when

Suddenly, flames lit up the river.

The Japanese Third Fleet has arrived.

This time, they didn't attempt to storm the beach or land.

Right there on the river, at maximum range, they unleashed a barrage of artillery fire on the Wusongkou positions.

Indiscriminate shelling.

Regardless of whether there are still our soldiers on the mudflats.

Regardless of whether this will cause collateral damage.

All they want is destruction.

"Take cover—!!!" Guo Rugui roared.

But the artillery fire was too intense.

The shells from the large-caliber naval guns rained down like raindrops.