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

"Kill—!!!" Bian Yun roared into the radio.

"Kill—!!!" The anvil and the cheetahs responded in unison.

"Kill—!!!" Lu Bei and Chen Mo shouted, holding sniper rifles.

"Kill—!!!" A Chinese soldier guarding the southern part of Luodian roared and charged forward.

At that moment, the five "Qilin" tanks simultaneously unleashed a deep, earth-shaking engine roar, like five primordial beasts being awakened and stretching their limbs.

The 52-ton steel structure, which should have been cumbersome, moved through the ruins with a chilling elegance—

That is the composure when absolute power crushes all obstacles.

The coaxial machine gun of Kirin 101 began its solo.

Da—da da—da—

The interval between each shot was as precise as a clock.

The machine gunner didn't even need to aim with his naked eye. On the helmet display, every Japanese soldier who tried to peek out or move from behind a broken wall, in a shell crater, or in a pile of rubble was steadily framed by a bright red box on the fire control computer.

A Japanese private had just crawled halfway out of a shell crater.

Hey.

A 12.7mm bullet hit him precisely in the chest cavity.

They rushed forward less than three steps.

On the smooth, mirror-like side of the No. 101 Qilin vehicle, an inconspicuous armor plate suddenly slid off, revealing honeycomb-like launch ports underneath.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three muffled thuds.

It's not a machine gun, it's a 40mm automatic grenade launcher.

Three smart grenades were fired at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, yet they traced strange, tiny arcs in the air, as if they had eyes.

The first shot landed between the legs of the Japanese soldier at the front.

boom!

The explosion tore him apart from the waist down. His upper body was thrown more than three meters into the air by the shockwave.

The second shot exploded mid-air at chest height for the second soldier.

The pre-fabricated shrapnel sprayed out in a 360-degree arc. The soldier instantly turned into a bloody mess, his face streaked with hot metal fragments. He covered his face with his hands, letting out inhuman screams, staggered a few steps, and collapsed, convulsing.

The third shot was the most ingenious.

It flew over the head of the third soldier, landed half a meter behind him, and exploded upwards.

Shrapnel and shockwaves spread primarily upwards and backwards. The soldier miraculously survived the explosion, only being thrown off balance by the blast wave.

He scrambled to his feet, dazed, only to find his back and buttocks a bloody mess, the grenade still clutched in his hand, its fuse nearly burned out.

That's fucking awkward.

"Ah—!!!" He tried to throw the grenade in terror, but his arm wouldn't obey him.

boom…………