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

The melody of the nocturne flowed through the driver's compartment of the No. 105 Qilin tank.

The piano music was elegant and serene, creating an eerie contrast with the hellish scene outside the car.

The angel's fingers maintained a delicate angle on the control lever, and the tank continued to advance at a constant speed of twenty kilometers per hour.

It's not fast, but it's absolutely unstoppable.

Twenty minutes later.

As the Japanese troops charged forward, a death carpet woven from tread tracks, bits of flesh, severed limbs, and dark red bloodstains was laid out.

Tank No. 105, like a sophisticated harvester, "combed" this carpet three times.

The first time, crush the madmen charging head-on.

The second time, clear away the fools climbing on the flanks.

The third time, clean up the remnants of the troops who were feigning death and launching a counterattack.

Now, the battlefield is quiet.

Of the original 1,200 Japanese soldiers, less than 300 remained.

Bian Yun sat on the No. 104 Qilin Tank, looking at the thermal imaging screen, where more than three hundred red heat sources were moving erratically, like a group of ants panicking after their nest had been destroyed.

He got up, opened the hatch, and leaned half his body out.

The morning air carried a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, which filled my nostrils.

Bian Yun took a deep breath and then pressed the full-band communication button:

"Queen Bee".

"It's your turn."

"Oh, right, leave Ogura Shingo behind."

A brief three-second silence.

Then, a buzzing sound came from the sky.

Not one, not ten.

There were thirty of them—all "Sharp Blade-7" armed drones—taking off from the rear positions and forming ten triangular attack formations of three drones each.

They flew low, only fifty meters off the ground, and the 7.62 mm automatic machine guns mounted under their bellies gleamed coldly in the morning light.

The "Queen Bee's" voice came through the headphones, carrying a hint of cheerful lightness:

"Roger that, wingman."

"The drone swarm is in place."

"Thermal imaging locking..."

"Target allocation complete."

She paused:

"By the way, you said you wanted to keep that brigade commander?"

"Keep him," Bian Yun said.

"Understood." The Queen Bee tapped her finger lightly on the screen: "Attack Mode: Aerial Target Kill."

Then--

Fire.

Thirty drones opened fire simultaneously.

It wasn't a sweeping attack, it was a burst of fire.

Each drone is directly controlled by the Queen Bee's artificial intelligence-assisted system. Their thermal imagers lock onto every red heat source, and the onboard computer calculates the trajectory. 7.62mm bullets are rained down from a height of fifty meters at a precise rate of three per second.

Not far away, a Japanese engineer had explosives strapped to his head and waist.

He was hiding behind a broken wall, panting heavily, clutching a fuse in his hand, his eyes fixed on the Qilin tank in the distance—

He was waiting for an opportunity—

Once the tank gets close, rush out and blow it up.

But he didn't get to see the tank.

What he encountered was an attack drone hovering twenty meters above his head.

The 5.8mm machine gun at the bottom of the drone has its barrel slightly rotated.

locking.

Fire.

clatter--!

puff--!

The sapper's head tilted back, his brains spurting out from the hole in the back of his head, splashing onto the broken wall like an abstract, bloody graffiti, a death with his eyes wide open.

After the sapper fell, the explosive charge in his hand rolled to the side.

The drone did not leave.

The machine gun turned again, aiming at the explosive charge.

clatter--!

Another bullet.

The explosive charge was detonated.

boom--!

They took away several more Japanese soldiers.

The drone continued clearing the area and spotted a Japanese lieutenant covering his head and wildly waving his sword, running frantically toward the north bank.

He was clearly stunned by the beating.

Attack the drone and catch up from behind.

The distance is fifteen meters.

The machine guns opened fire.

A 5.8mm bullet struck the Japanese lieutenant in the back.

The lieutenant's body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, his knife slipped from his hand, and he fell backward.

As he fell, blood was still gushing from the bullet holes in his body, making him look like a leaky sack.

Further behind, there was a Japanese soldier crawling into a shell crater.

The bullet entered through the back of the head and exited through the forehead.

The man collapsed at the edge of the crater and remained motionless.

At this moment, the queen bee suddenly saw two Japanese soldiers back to back, attempting to fight back, and laughed:

"Interesting, it saves me a bullet."

The machine gun fired, but only one bullet was fired.

But both Japanese soldiers fell backward at the same time, their chests exploding with bloody holes.

…………

Drone swarms are highly efficient and can clear the battlefield at minimal cost and maximum speed.

Like thirty death gods suspended in the air, they used cold, mechanical precision to "delete" the red heat sources on the battlefield one by one.

Their flight paths are graceful, like they are performing a ballet of death.

Their firing rhythm is precise, and every shot inevitably takes a life.

They even knew how to "coordinate"—two drones fired in a crossfire to block a Japanese soldier trying to crawl into the sewer.

The three formations took turns firing, riddling a Type 92 heavy machine gun that was attempting to fire into the air with holes, along with the Japanese soldiers and their weapons.

The scariest thing is that they don't speak.

There were no shouts, no roars, only the low hum of the motor and the rhythmic "puff puff" of the gun barrels.

Silent death is often the most terrifying.

"Squad leader, an unusual situation has been detected."

A magnified view of the queen bee.

In the northwest corner of the battlefield, amidst the ruins of collapsed civilian houses, a middle-aged man dressed in a general's uniform was huddled behind a half-collapsed wall.

He held a general's sword in his hand, but did not draw it; he simply gripped the hilt tightly.

"Thermal imaging reveals: elevated body temperature, extremely rapid heartbeat, and abnormal adrenaline levels," the queen bee quickly reported.

"Facial recognition matching: Ogura Shingo, commander of the 3rd Brigade of the Japanese Army, Major General."

She paused:

"He's shaking."

Bian Yun's voice came through the channel, as calm as if he were talking about something insignificant:

"Very good, leave him here and continue to clear out the rest of the Japanese troops."

"Understood." The Queen Bee nodded. "The attack swarm should cease its attack on this target, leaving only one unit for monitoring."

The remaining 29 attack drones all turned their guns in other directions.

Continue cleaning up the remaining residue.

Five more minutes passed.

The battlefield fell completely silent.

Inside the half-collapsed house, Shingo Ogura was like a frightened mouse.

He watched his soldiers, like wooden targets on a shooting range, being shot down one by one.

He watched as those once fearless "Imperial Army warriors" scurried about like frightened rats, only to be pinned to the ground by bullets falling from the sky.

He looked at the sky—those "iron dragonflies" flew gracefully and fired indifferently, as if they were performing a pre-arranged show.

"Baka...Baka!!!" He swung his knife at the air as if possessed, shouting, "Come out! You Chinese! Come out and fight me!!!"

Nobody paid him any attention.

Only the drone hovered twenty meters above his head.

The gun was pointed at him, but no shots were fired.

It's just about aiming.

Like a cat toying with a mouse it has already caught.

Outside, the gunfire had stopped. Of the 1,232 Japanese soldiers, only one remained alive.

Major General Shingo Ogura.

Meanwhile, the drone swarm began its return journey.

They flew back to their rear positions, like a swarm of bees returning to their nest, quiet and orderly.

All that remained was the drone that had been hovering above Kokura's head.

Now, it slowly descends and stops at a height of 1.4 meters above the ground.

The gun muzzle, in a straight line, was aimed at Shingo Ogura's forehead...