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A soft, angelic laugh came through the headphones:

"Team Leader, let me tell you a story."

My grandmother, Su Xiulan, was born in 1921 in Nanjing.

"She was sixteen years old in 1937."

"When Nanjing fell, she and her family hid in a cellar near Qixia Mountain. Later, the cellar was discovered by the Japanese army, and her grandfather, father, uncle, mother, and sister were all dragged out and shot."

"My grandmother survived by hiding behind a pile of junk at the deepest part of the cellar. She hid there for three whole days."

Three days later, she crawled out and saw the corpses of her family and the ground covered in blood that had turned black.

"Later, my grandmother joined the New Fourth Army and became a medic. She studied medicine so that she could save people, save those Chinese people who, like her, had been harmed by the Japanese invaders."

"But if she captured wounded Japanese soldiers... she never treated them."

She often said, "To be kind to animals is to be cruel to one's own people."

The angel paused:

"I studied medicine because of my grandmother."

"I applied to military medical university because I wanted to carry on my grandmother's legacy—to save people, to save the Chinese people."

But before Grandma passed away, she held my hand and said:

"My dear child, remember this: a doctor's hands can save lives, and they can take lives. If one day our country faces another life-or-death crisis, your hands... will save lives when necessary, and take lives without hesitation when necessary."

"So, wingers."

"From the moment I arrived here—"

She spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I'm here to take your life."

"Take the lives of the Japanese devils."

"Use whatever means I can."

Bian Yun paused for a few seconds, then pressed the team communication channel:

"Attention all."

"The battlefield cleanup operation will be the sole responsibility of vehicle number 105."

"Other vehicles, remain on alert and continue the advance."

Upon hearing the order, the angel smiled, a smile that, combined with the screams of the Japanese soldiers surrounding her, gave her a unique charm.

So, Tank No. 105 followed behind the first four tanks, carrying out its "sweeping" task at a leisurely pace.

At this moment, the anvil crawled out of vehicle number 102, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and watched as tank number 105 once again ran over a "corpse" in the distance. He couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Wow... Angel Sister does this job even better than us."

Cheetah also got out of the car, stretching his stiff body, and continued:

"And have you noticed? The way the angels clean up the battlefield... is incredibly efficient. She doesn't just randomly crush everything; she does it selectively."

"First crush any upper limbs that might still be able to resist, check their reaction, and then decide whether to completely eliminate them. This is practically surgical battlefield cleanup."

Lu Bei, sitting on the tank's hood with a sniper rifle in his arms, coldly added:

"I saw through the scope earlier that she was firing her machine gun at that pile of rubble; there was definitely a Japanese soldier moving inside, his finger on the trigger."

Everyone fell silent.

"So," Iron Anvil stubbed out his cigarette, "professional matters should be left to professionals. Killing Japanese devils is our specialty. But determining whether a Japanese devil is truly dead, and how to ensure he is truly dead... angels are more professional than us."

He looked in the direction of number 105, his eyes filled with more respect:

"This woman... is a tough one."

Twenty minutes later.

Tank No. 105 completed the "clearing" of the entire combat zone.

It slowly drove back to the convoy and stopped next to number 104.

The angel pushed open the hatch again and leaned out.

This time, she was also holding a tablet computer.

"Team Leader Bian," she said to Bian Yun, "the battlefield has been cleared. We have confirmed that we killed a total of twenty-one Japanese soldiers who were either feigning death or were seriously wounded but not yet dead."

"Another simple map, suspected to have been left behind by a Japanese scout, was discovered and has been photographed and archived."

She turned the tablet screen toward the edge cloud.

"Furthermore," the angel continued in her calm, professional tone, "based on preliminary analysis of the injury patterns on the corpse, the following conclusions can be drawn:

"First, the Japanese infantry had no effective means to counter the firepower of our tank main guns and machine guns;

"Second, its anti-tank weapons (grenades, Molotov cocktails, etc.) are ineffective against active defense systems."

"Third, the morale of the Japanese army collapsed extremely quickly after suffering a crushing defeat, but junior officers were still able to organize meaningless 'honorable death' charges..."

She explained each point one by one, each accompanied by pictures or data.

As Bian Yun listened, he suddenly felt...

Letting angels handle the cleanup might actually be the best decision.

It's not because she's "ruthless".

It's because she's a professional.

"Thank you for your hard work," Bian Yun said.

"It's my duty." The angel put away the tablet, then, as if remembering something, added:

"Oh, right, team captain."

"When I was 'cleaning up' just now, I found a wounded Japanese soldier who was clutching a photograph in his hand."

She pulled a yellowed photograph, mostly soaked in blood but still vaguely legible, from her pocket and handed it to Bian Yun.

The photo shows a typical Japanese family portrait.

The parents are wearing kimonos, two boys are wearing school uniforms, and in the middle is a little girl in a floral dress who is smiling sweetly.

The back is written in Japanese: Spring of Showa 12 (1943), family portrait. Jiro's enlistment commemoration.

Jiro.

Bian Yun recognized him; it was the nineteen-year-old Japanese soldier who had stuffed intestines into his stomach, called her "Mom" in Japanese, and whose head Bian Yun had crushed with the treads of a tank.

Bian Yun picked up the photo and looked at it carefully:

That's how war is.

"They came to invade other countries with photos of their families."

"Then it becomes a pile of garbage that needs to be 'cleaned up'."

"Isn't it ironic?"

"Yes, it's ironic." The angel gave Bian Yun a thumbs up, then turned and went back into tank number 105, the hatch clicking shut.

The engine started, and the tank vibrated slightly.

"Car No. 105 is ready and can continue its journey at any time."

"Also, the wingers—"

Let me sing you a song.

Inside the cockpit, the angel hummed a song softly as she drove the tank.

It's not a military song.

It is a very old folk song from the Jiangnan region.

Her grandmother taught her.

There is a line in the lyrics:

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"The wronged souls are not far away, and the creditors are coming home."

…………

The Battle of Luodian: The First Battle of Qilin (Supplementary Records)

时间：1937年10月5日08:30-09:00（关键战斗阶段）

Firepower effectiveness assessment:

1·首轮齐射：一发穿甲弹，摧毁95式轻型坦克×1（T1），5名乘员瞬时死亡

2· 次轮齐射：一发穿甲弹，摧毁95式轻型坦克×1（T2），5名乘员死亡（其中2人在坦克起火后试图爬出，被并列机枪点射）

3. Third salvo: One airburst high-explosive shell, annihilating 1 Japanese infantry company (staff strength 112 men), 0 survivors.

4. The fourth round of harvesting: Six hundred Japanese soldiers of the 6th Regiment of the 3rd Division of the Japanese Army suffered a devastating blow in Luodian.

5. Fifth Round of Cleanup: The cleanup was carried out by the angels, ensuring that no soldier of the Sixth Regiment was still alive. The regimental commander, Tatsumi Kura, was dead (in history, he survived into the post-war period).

"What we fired was not just shells, but an answer eighty-eight years later—a message to those in 1937 who were fighting against steel with their flesh and blood:"

The steel you've been waiting for has arrived, and it's harder, more precise, and more ruthless than the enemy's.

—Angel, from the post-war combat log.