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"Boom!"

The grenade exploded directly in the hands of the Japanese soldier, leaving him with unfinished business.

The Japanese sergeant in the rear watched helplessly as the three soldiers he had sent out died in three different tragic ways within five seconds, his mind going completely blank.

Then, he saw a dark cannon muzzle on turret number 101 slowly rotate, aiming at the half-wall where he was hiding.

It's not the main gun.

It is a twin-mounted 23mm autocannon on a remote weapon station.

"No..." The sergeant only managed to utter one syllable.

Thump thump thump thump—!

The sound of the machine gun firing was as heavy as the beating of drums. The 23mm shells easily tore through the fragile brick wall, then bounced wildly, tumbled, and shattered in the narrow space behind it.

The sergeant was hit by at least five shells simultaneously.

The first shot hit his right shoulder, sending his entire arm and half of his shoulder flying.

The second shot hit his abdomen, creating a hole the size of a large bowl, and his intestines gushed out.

The third shot hit his left leg, shattering his thigh bone into more than a dozen pieces.

Fourth shot, fifth shot...

When the shooting stopped, there was no longer a whole mass of flesh larger than a fist behind that half-wall. Only a steaming, scarlet paste, mixed with bone fragments and pieces of internal organs, was splattered on the base of the wall and the ground.

This way of dying, in the words of the cheetah, is an art.

Meanwhile, Tiezhen, piloting the Kirin 102, was not to be outdone. He looked at the Japanese machine gun positions marked as "high-value targets" on the fire control screen.

It was a relatively intact two-story brick and wood building across the street. From the second-floor window, two Type 92 heavy machine guns were spitting fire, suppressing a group of Chinese soldiers in the distance who were trying to fight back.

The machine gunner was clearly experienced, firing rhythmically and occasionally changing windows.

"You little bastard, you hid it pretty well." Anvil licked his dry lips, a cold glint in his eyes. "Watch my high-explosive bomb, it'll give you a show too."

"25mm high-explosive shell propelled in the gun barrel, mode: delayed fuse."

Setting: Detonate after penetrating 0.5 meters into the wall.

The turret's hydraulic system emitted a slight hiss, and the thick, long gun barrel slowly rotated and rose slightly.

"Target: 35 centimeters below the south-facing window on the second floor, in the core area of ​​the load-bearing wall." The anvil's voice was as calm as a classroom lecture. "Place it."

boom--!

A blazing orange-red fireball spewed from the cannon muzzle, and the turret tilted back slightly.

The shell left the barrel at a speed of 900 meters per second, tracing an almost straight trajectory in the air.

No windows were opened.

It hit the thick load-bearing wall below the window with precision.

The sharp depleted uranium alloy armor-piercing cap of the warhead easily tore through the brickwork, and the entire warhead penetrated inside, traveling about half a meter within the wall.

Detonate.

The warhead charge of the 125mm high-explosive shell is equivalent to eight Type 92 infantry gun shells commonly used by the Japanese army.

The explosion occurred inside the sealed walls, where the energy had nowhere to dissipate and could only be squeezed wildly in all directions.

The entire exterior wall bulged and deformed from the inside, and then—

Rumble—!!!

It felt like being kicked hard from the inside by an invisible giant, and the entire wall exploded outwards.

It wasn't a collapse, it was an explosive disintegration! Thousands of brick fragments, timber beams, and tiles, along with two machine guns, four machine gunners, and half a floor slab from the second floor, were swept up by the violent shockwave and thrown into the street!

Crackle!

Debris rained down on the ground, sending up plumes of dust that reached the sky.

As the smoke and dust cleared, an entire wall of the small building had disappeared, revealing the broken furniture and the other Japanese soldiers who were dumbfounded.

The tracks of Qilin No. 102 rolled over the broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground, making a crisp "crunching" sound.

Occasionally, it will crush something particularly soft, making a "plop" sound, accompanied by a scream.

Upon hearing the sound, the anvil unconsciously began to tap its hands in rhythm.

The third vehicle (No. 103) and the fourth vehicle (No. 104) driven by Bian Yun drove side by side into a narrow alley.

This is a typical Jiangnan-style residential area in Luodian, with crisscrossing alleys, towering walls, and extremely poor visibility. In traditional warfare, this was a paradise for the defenders and a nightmare for the attackers.

A few hours earlier, a Japanese squad (about 54 men) had used the complex terrain to hold back an attack by a Chinese company.

Now it's their turn to defend.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers were scattered in the houses on both sides of the alley, behind corners, and even on rooftops. They held their breath, gripping their Type 38 rifles and grenades tightly, waiting for the steel behemoth to enter the ambush.

"Wait for them to come in, then throw grenades together! Destroy the tracks!" a Japanese corporal whispered the order from behind a second-floor window.

They saw it.

Two jet-black steel behemoths, one after the other, slowly drove into the alleyway entrance.

The massive vehicle almost filled the narrow passage, with the tracks on both sides less than half a meter from the wall.

"Now—!" the sergeant roared.

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers simultaneously emerged from their hiding places and threw out their detonated grenades with all their might!

The grenades arced through the air, landing on top of the two tanks and beside their tracks.

However, at the very moment the grenade was thrown—

On the hulls of the two Qilin tanks, several inconspicuous firing ports opened simultaneously.

Chi Chi Chi -!

A dozen or so tiny interceptor missiles were fired at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, colliding precisely with the incoming grenades in mid-air.

Boom boom boom boom—!

All the grenades exploded in mid-air, five to ten meters away from the tank, with shrapnel and shockwaves helplessly slapping against the tank's thick armor.

Not even a white spot was left.

"What???" The sergeant on the second floor was stunned...