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At the same time, amidst the smoke and fire south of Luodian, a figure that was almost indistinguishable from a human suddenly rushed out.

This person ran extremely fast, like a maddened leopard, and rushed straight to Bian Yun.

"Flanker!" Chen Mo's voice was terribly hoarse, his chest heaving violently.

"I just came from the north bank of Luodian... the defenses there... are about to collapse!"

Bian Yunxin's heart sank, and he turned to look at the tablet computer in the Queen Bee's hand.

On the screen, the thermal imaging image is refreshing rapidly.

The red heat, representing the Japanese army, is surging from behind the horizon in three directions.

It wasn't an organized push; it was a chaotic, uncontrolled, and utterly reckless surge of people, disregarding all costs.

On the north wing, at least six hundred red dots are arranged in a dense wedge formation.

In the center, there were over eight hundred red dots, the skirmish lines were spread out with almost no gaps, and the distance between each person was less than three meters.

On the south wing, about five hundred red dots are meandering to the side and rear.

It spreads out in a fan shape, enclosing on three sides.

Bian Yun's fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, calculating the data.

Distance: 1.8 kilometers.

Sprint speed: five meters per second—this is a run with all your might, a desperate last-ditch effort.

Density: More than one person per square meter on the front side.

"It seems we were wrong."

Bian Yun's voice was cold:

He pointed to the screen:

"The Third Brigade's objective in attacking was not a pointless suicide."

"Instead, we'll use these two thousand lives to hold off our Kirin Tank."

"As long as they can hold us off for three hours, or even two hours—"

His finger traced the edge of the screen, where a red torrent representing the main force of the Japanese Second Division was surging wildly along the north bank of Luodian:

"The 3rd Division, with 20,000 men, can take the north bank."

"Then, conversely, let's turn it around and put us here—"

Bian Yun made a gesture of encirclement:

"High-explosive shell coverage on the north wing, delayed fuse, airburst mode."

"Target: 600 Japanese troops on the north flank, in the core area of ​​the wedge formation, disrupt their charge."

Inside vehicle number 101, the commander, Cheetah, stared at the fire control screen, his finger already pressed on the launch button.

"receive."

"High-explosive shell loading complete, delay fuse set to 0.5 seconds, airburst height 15 meters."

"Target locked."

Train commander Tie Anvil, number 102, chimed in, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement:

"Muzzle aiming corrected, wind speed level 3, humidity 72%, trajectory calculation complete."

"Requesting permission to fire."

Bian Yun: "Permission to fire."

Almost simultaneously, the 125mm smoothbore guns of both Qilin tanks spewed flames.

BOOM—BOOM—!!

Two deep, rumbling roars, like those of a giant beast.

Two high-explosive shells were fired at a 45-degree angle, drawing high parabolas in the air.

Flight time: 3.2 seconds.

In the core area of ​​the densest wedge formation on the northern flank of the Japanese army, more than 600 figures in khaki hues were charging frantically.

They were still one kilometer away from the Qilin tank position.

800 meters.

600 meters —

Then, the sky exploded.

Two 125mm high-explosive shells detonated simultaneously in the air, 15 meters above the ground.

The delayed fuse ensures optimal airburst altitude.

Each shell contains 6.5 kilograms of high explosives, which instantly release devastating energy.

The shockwave from the explosion slammed into the ground like two invisible giant hands.

In airburst mode, the fragments do not splash downwards, but rather sweep horizontally in a fan shape with a near-horizontal trajectory.

The first rank of Japanese soldiers fell down in unison, like wheat cut by a sickle.

He didn't fall down after being shot.

It was torn apart directly by the shockwave.

Soldiers within 30 meters of the epicenter had their upper and lower bodies separated.

Within fifty meters, they were shredded into sieves by fragments.

Those within 80 meters suffered ruptured eardrums, bloodshot eyes, and collapsed to the ground.

Two shells cleared a circular area with a diameter of 100 meters.

More than two hundred Japanese soldiers in the area were transformed from living people into unrecognizable remains in 0.3 seconds.

Of the six hundred Japanese soldiers, one-third were wiped out.

"Number 103, machine gun fire, full power!"

"Target, southern flank—500 Japanese soldiers."

Bian Yun's voice continued:

"12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds, prioritize taking out targets carrying explosives."

On the turret of the No. 103 Qilin tank, the barrel of the 12.7 mm coaxial machine gun began to slowly rotate.

The machine gunner, codenamed "Razor," was a three-time champion in the Eastern Theater Command's armored machine gun shooting competition.

Razor shouted excitedly, "Distance—500 meters. Machine gun—fire!"

He pulled the trigger.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! !

It wasn't a burst shot.

It was a continuous, dense barrage of fire that could not be broken down into individual shots.

12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary shells, fired at a rate of 600 rounds per minute, rained down on the Japanese troops on the southern flank.

Each bullet's warhead is coated with an incendiary agent, which ignites any flammable material upon impact with the target.

The first bullet hit a Japanese soldier who was holding a cluster grenade.

The bullet entered his chest and exited through his back, taking away a large chunk of flesh and fragments of internal organs.

Then, the incendiary agent ignited his clothes, which in turn ignited the wooden handle of the grenade in his arms.

boom--!!!

The grenade exploded.

He and three Japanese soldiers around him were blown to pieces.

The second bullet hit someone who had a bomb strapped to his waist.

The same process.

explosion.

The third shot, the fourth shot, the fifth shot...

The machine gun's field of fire was like an invisible scythe, sweeping back and forth across the Japanese skirmish lines.

Wherever it went, explosions followed and flames shot into the sky.

Japanese soldiers carrying explosives became the primary targets.

They didn't even have a chance to detonate the explosives before they were detonated by bullets, turning into moving fireballs that exploded and took away even more Japanese soldiers.

The charging speed of the 500 Japanese soldiers on the south flank visibly slowed down.

It's not that I'm afraid of dying.

Yes... he died too quickly.

They were so fast that before they even reached the tank, they were reduced to a pile of burning wreckage...