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

The headquarters of the 6th Regiment of the 3rd Brigade of the Japanese Army in Luodian Town.

Colonel Kuranaga Tatsuji, the regimental commander, is observing the battlefield through binoculars.

He was originally full of confidence.

Luodian is within easy reach.

But within ten minutes, the battle situation changed dramatically.

Both tanks were destroyed.

A company of infantry was bombarded by artillery fire and almost all of them were wiped out.

As for the enemy's tanks... he had never seen them before.

Extremely long range, extremely high accuracy, and destructive power... ridiculously high.

"What kind of cannon is that..." Cangnaga murmured. "A Chinese 150mm heavy cannon? No... 150mm shells don't travel that fast... and the sound is wrong too..."

"Baka..." he muttered, "When did the Chinese... get this kind of weapon...?"

The staff officer beside him was deathly pale: "Colonel...those tanks...it's like they...they 'came' out of thin air..."

"Nonsense!" Cangnaga slapped him across the face. "It's definitely a Chinese secret weapon! Lured nearby!"

But he knew in his heart that it wasn't true.

He sent scouts to repeatedly investigate the area around Luodian, and there was absolutely no way that five tanks could be hidden there.

Distance: 80 meters.

The Japanese infantrymen were stunned for a second—they had never seen a tank like this before. The streamlined turret, the sloping armor, the matte dark gray paint that barely reflected the morning light. Most importantly, it was incredibly fast, almost like an illusion.

Then, the instinctive reaction.

"shooting--!!!"

The Type 38 rifle roared, and bullets rained down on No. 101.

Ding ding ding—!!

The 6.5mm Arisaka bullets struck the Kirin's composite armor, making a crisp sound before ricocheting off.

Faint white spots were left on the armor surface, which then slowly disappeared under the action of the self-healing coating.

A Japanese sergeant's eyes turned red.

He drew a Type 99 magnetic anti-tank mine from his waist—

This is the latest equipment of the Japanese army, which can theoretically adhere to the tank armor and detonate.

He roared and lunged toward the side of No. 101, intending to attach the magnetic mine to it.

The "Kirin's" turret didn't even rotate.

The photoelectric observation system on the side of the vehicle automatically captured the thermal signal, and the fire control computer completed the threat assessment within 0.03 seconds.

The 12.7mm coaxial machine gun on the side and rear of the turret automatically turns and locks onto the target.

Rat-a-tat-tat—! ! !

Three precise bursts of fire.

The first shot shattered the sergeant's right shoulder, the second shot pierced his chest cavity, and the third shot hit his head.

The sergeant's body flew backward like a rag doll, the magnetic grenade slipped from his hand, rolled to the ground, and then—

boom--!!!

Accidental explosion.

The three Japanese infantrymen next to him were blown to pieces.

Without pausing, number 101 continued its forward momentum.

It didn't even avoid the pool of flesh and blood; its tracks ran right over it.

The second vehicle, "Qilin," license plate number 102, was driven by Hawkeye.

They locked onto a key Japanese strongpoint.

That was a crossfire position consisting of two Type 92 heavy machine guns, built on the ruins of a half-collapsed two-story building.

Eagle Eyes stared at the fire control screen, his finger lightly tapping the joystick.

"Target locked: machine gun position, 220 meters away."

"Ammunition selection: 125mm high-explosive shells."

"emission."

He doesn't even need to calculate the trajectory—the fire control system does it automatically.

The turret rotates slightly, and the main gun is lowered by one mil.

boom--!!!

The flames spewed from the muzzle were only a short one meter long—the new muzzle brakes minimized recoil and flash.

The shell leaves the barrel and travels for 0.3 seconds.

hit.

It wasn't fired at the machine gun position.

They went straight into the load-bearing column of that two-story building.

The explosive charge of the 125mm high-explosive shell was five times that of the Japanese 75mm mountain gun shell.

In the instant of the explosion, the entire building seemed to have been kicked from the inside by a giant, exploding from bottom to top. Bricks, wood, human remains, weapon parts—

They were all thrown into the air, forming a death zone with a diameter of fifteen meters.

Of the two Type 92 heavy machine guns, one was blown into a twisted shape, and the other flew thirty meters away and landed in another pile of rubble.

Six Japanese machine gunners and assistant gunners...

It can't be found.

The only things on the scene were radiating bloodstains splattered on the wall and a few pieces of fabric that were barely recognizable as military uniforms.

At the same time, the Kirin 103 tank encountered a counterattack from Japanese tanks.

Two Type 95 light tanks rushed out from the flank—this was a reserve force prepared by the Japanese army, attempting to attack the "Kirin" from the side.

Their 57mm guns fired simultaneously.

Clang—Clang—!!

Two armor-piercing rounds accurately hit the side armor of No. 103.

Then, it bounced off.

Only two shallow dents were left on the surface of the composite armor, the deepest of which was less than three millimeters.

The commander of the Type 95 tank saw this scene through his observation scope, and his pupils contracted:

"Impossible...it can't be penetrated?!"

Inside the Qilin 103 vehicle, Tiezhen glanced at the damage warning screen:

"The side armor sustained minor damage, with an erosion depth of 2.7 millimeters. The structural integrity is 100%."

Threat Level: Low.

"Suggested response: crush them."

He grinned:

"You little devils, let me show you what a tank is."

Tank No. 103 suddenly accelerated.

It's not about running away, it's about counterbalancing.

Fifty-eight tons versus seven tons.

A 125mm smoothbore gun versus a 57mm water pipe.

Composite armor against 12mm thin steel plates.

The two Type 95 tanks attempted to turn, but were too slow.

Like a rhinoceros charging into a flock of sheep, No. 103 rammed into the side of the first Type 95 tank at a 45-degree angle.

The sound of metal tearing was extremely piercing.

The Type 95 tank resembled a toy car hit by a train; the entire vehicle slid sideways three meters, overturned, and its tracks futilely turned towards the sky. The vehicle was severely deformed, fuel leaked, and it began to catch fire.

The crew inside? Their chances of survival are zero.

The second Type 95 tank attempted to reverse and escape.

The turret of gun number 103 has been turned around.

"Armor-piercing rounds, loading."

"locking."

"put."

boom--!!!

The 125mm fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectile was ejected from the muzzle at a speed of 1,700 meters per second.

It did not explode.

It simply drilled through—like a red-hot iron rod piercing through cardboard, easily tearing open the Type 95's front armor, drilling into the cockpit, puncturing the engine, exiting from the rear, flying another fifty meters, and crashing into a broken wall.

The Type 95 tank, having been penetrated, remained stationary.

Three seconds later, the ammunition detonated.

The entire vehicle exploded into a fireball, and the turret was blown ten meters into the air.

The fourth "Kirin" (No. 104) and the fifth (No. 105) began their cleaning duties.

They didn't use the main cannon—using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

It uses a coaxial machine gun and a remote weapon station.

A Japanese grenade launcher squad is hiding behind rubble, preparing to fire.

The weapon station is rotating.

Bang bang bang—!!

Three grenades landed precisely on the bunker.

explosion.

Screams.

Then silence.

Number 104, this is the Qilin Tank personally driven by Bian Yun.

It is more "refined".

Bian Yun drove the vehicle into a ruined square where Japanese infantry had gathered—about a company, more than a hundred men, were trying to reorganize their defenses.

Number 104 did not make it in.

It stopped at the entrance to the square, and the multispectral smoke grenade launcher on top of the turret suddenly opened fire.

Bang bang bang bang—! ! !

More than a dozen smoke grenades were launched into the sky above the square and exploded. They were not ordinary smoke grenades, but infrared and laser-shielded smoke.

The square was instantly enveloped in thick, grayish-white smoke.

The Japanese army panicked.

"I can't see!"

"Where is the enemy?!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

But they can't escape.

Bianyun has switched observation modes—from visible light to thermal imaging.

On his screen, the smoke was no longer an obstacle; more than a hundred red, humanoid heat sources were clearly visible, darting around like headless flies.

"Remote weapon station, automatic mode."

Threat priority: officers, machine gunners, communications soldiers.

"Fire."

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! !

The 7.62mm machine gun began to fire rhythmically in short bursts.

It wasn't a strafe, it was a roll call.

A major wielding a military knife had a bloody hole explode in his chest.

A communications soldier carrying a radio had his skull shattered.

A soldier who tried to set up a light machine gun was shot to pieces along with the gun.

With each gunshot, a red heat source was extinguished.

It's as efficient as practicing shooting at a shooting range.

…………

The collapse of the Sixth Regiment began with the scream of a young soldier.

He was an eighteen-year-old recruit from the countryside of Kyushu, who had been farming just three months ago.

He watched as the five "Iron Demons" rampaged across the battlefield, watching his comrades being crushed into mincemeat, blown to pieces, and hunted down like livestock.

His spirit finally snapped.

"ah--!!!"

He threw down his gun, buried his face in his hands, knelt on the ground, and screamed hysterically, "Devils...they are devils!"

The commander of the 6th Regiment, Tatsuji Kuranaga, was stunned as he watched his artillery positions be destroyed and his tank group be wiped out.

He fought for more than a decade, from Manchuria to North China, and from North China to Shanghai.

I have never seen an enemy like this before.

I have never experienced such a massacre.

"Impossible..." he murmured, "Absolutely impossible, this is an illusion..."

But just then, a sniper bullet flew in.

It wasn't fired from inside the tank.

It came from a ruin 800 meters away.

Lu Bei lay prone behind the broken wall and locked onto Tatsuji Kuranaga through the scope of his CS/LR35 sniper rifle.

"Colonel? He's worth money now." He muttered, pulling the trigger.

boom--!

Cang Yongchenzhi's body trembled, and he looked down at his chest—a bloody hole the size of a bowl.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But only blood gushed out.

Then, he fell down and tumbled into the mud.

Do not look down.

The regimental commander is dead.

The artillery is gone.

The tank is gone.

The Japanese 6th Regiment was completely destroyed.

The remaining Japanese troops scattered and fled like headless flies.

But the "Qilin" tank didn't stop, and neither did Bian Yun.

Continue the pursuit.

Bian Yun's voice resounded across the battlefield via broadcast:

"All forces, give chase!"

"No prisoners!"

"No survivors!"

"Kill them all!"