He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

But now is not the time to think about these things. Only by continuing to fight and eliminating the enemy can they and their comrades survive! With the arrival of reinforcements from the Sea Serpent Commando, Zhang Beixing and his men began to organize a counterattack. Zhang Yingying and Shi Tou unleashed a torrent of machine gun bullets, leaving countless terrorists lying in pools of blood.

But the number of terrorists was simply too great, with one wave after another, and the rate at which ammunition was being consumed couldn't keep up with the replenishment. Soon, Zhang Beixing and his men were once again plunged into fierce fighting. The enemy's new reinforcements kept pouring in, while everyone on their side except Zhang Beixing was exhausted, and their ammunition was almost gone.

This won't do; we'll be wiped out sooner or later! Even though Zhang Beixing could easily evacuate safely on his own, he would never stoop to abandoning his comrades on the battlefield. He might not be particularly particular in general, but he would never be so shameless.

Zhang Beixing's gaze swept across the area, his enhanced vision from his title allowing him to scan the surroundings. Suddenly, a glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope for escape. Zhang Beixing blurted out, "Longlong! Keep covering me! There are tanks in the backyard; I'll go steal one and take you out!"

As soon as Zhang Beixing's voice fell, Xu Tianlong instinctively shouted "Yes!" Even though gunfire and artillery fire were raging and the noise was almost deafening, he instantly understood Zhang Beixing's intention—to draw fire and create an opportunity for his captain to break through.

The next second, Xu Tianlong emerged from behind cover without hesitation, crouching low and weaving rapidly between several abandoned cars. He skillfully dodged incoming bullets while occasionally firing at the pursuing Zaka members; the crisp gunfire stood out sharply amidst the chaos. The concentrated fire successfully drew the attention of many terrorists, and many abandoned their pursuit of Zhang Beixing, instead converging on Xu Tianlong, buying Zhang Beixing precious time to break through.

On the other side, Zhang Nengliang, hearing Zhang Beixing's shout, couldn't help but pause, his steps slowing slightly. He scratched his head, muttering to himself with a puzzled expression, "What did Captain Zhang just say? Tanks in the backyard?" In his mind, while terrorists were well-equipped, they wouldn't possess heavy weapons like tanks. But if they really had such a weapon of mass destruction, wouldn't breaking through the encirclement be a piece of cake?
Upon thinking of this, Zhang Nengliang couldn't help but chuckle foolishly, and the anxiety on his face dissipated considerably. Zhang Beixing turned around and saw him like this, and slapped him on the forehead again, the force not too light or too heavy, but enough to bring him back to his senses instantly.

"Save your energy, stop grinning like an idiot!" Zhang Beixing glared at him, his tone tinged with helplessness. "I just saw you wrestling with the terrorists, punching their brains out. And you still have the energy to stand here daydreaming?"

Zhang Nengliang was startled by the slap, quickly wiping his smile and awkwardly scratching his head. Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes at him disdainfully and continued, "What are you standing there for? Do you think I can drive a tank by myself? Hurry up and get on board! Want to stay here as a prisoner?"

Zhang Nengliang then realized that driving a tank by one person was simply a pipe dream. Although he had never actually operated a tank, he knew that in order for a tank to be effective on the battlefield, it required at least two people in a team: one to drive and one to fire. Otherwise, the mighty "King of Land Warfare" would be reduced to an immobile steel coffin, lacking even basic combat capabilities.

"Oh, no problem! I'll catch up right away!" Zhang Nengliang nodded hurriedly, not daring to delay any longer, and quickly followed behind Zhang Beixing, running towards the backyard.

The two sped towards the backyard, occasionally encountering stray terrorists along the way, which Zhang Beixing and Zhang Nengliang dealt with in perfect coordination—Zhang Beixing was responsible for precise shooting, while Zhang Nengliang handled close-quarters assaults. In just a few minutes, four or five terrorists fell to their guns. Even during their escape, Zhang Beixing didn't forget to keep an eye on things, calling Li Erniu through the communication device: "Water Buffalo, Water Buffalo, please respond! How's the situation on your end? Are the hostages safe?"

"Zizzizi..."

Only a piercing static crackled from the communication equipment; there was no response. Zhang Beixing frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping over him—the communication had been intermittent since earlier, likely due to a terrorist attack on Falcon and his team while they were setting up the satellite antenna, causing signal interference. The situation for both the Red Cell Squad and the Sea Serpent Commando was probably far from optimistic.

The situation was urgent and time was of the essence. Zhang Beixing had no time to dwell on the communication problem. He immediately cut off the call and focused all his energy on rushing towards the backyard. His speed increased rapidly, like an arrow released from a bow. Zhang Nengliang tried his best to catch up, but he was still far behind and could only barely see Zhang Beixing's back.

"Go to the backyard and wait for me. I'll deal with the pursuers behind me and then I'll be there!" Zhang Beixing shouted back to Zhang Nengliang. As soon as he finished speaking, his speed suddenly increased to another level. His figure instantly turned into a lightning-fast afterimage and rushed to the front of the backyard gate in the blink of an eye.

Two guards armed with AK-47s stood at the back gate, vigilantly watching the chaotic battlefield ahead, completely unprepared for a surprise attack from the side. Zhang Beixing seized the opportunity, rushing forward, wrapping his arms around their waists, and forcefully slamming them to the ground. Before the two guards could even utter a scream, Zhang Beixing delivered two more punches, knocking them unconscious on the spot, their fate unknown.

After dealing with the guards at the gate, Zhang Beixing quickly rushed into the backyard. There were three military trucks parked there, along with a heavy piece of equipment covered by a green tarpaulin—the very tank he had previously spotted. Four Zaka members guarding the tank and armored vehicle were standing beside the trucks. Hearing the commotion at the gate, they turned and saw Zhang Beixing. They were immediately terrified and raised their guns, opening fire on him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Bullets whistled past Zhang Beixing's ears, striking the ground and sending sparks flying. Zhang Beixing reacted with lightning speed, his body flashing as he dodged behind an armored vehicle, avoiding the hail of bullets. He lay prone under the vehicle, peering through the gaps in the floor, aiming at the calf of one of the terrorists, and pulled the trigger—"Thud!" The terrorist screamed and collapsed to the ground. Immediately afterward, Zhang Beixing fired in rapid succession, accurately hitting the vital points of the other three terrorists, taking them all down in just over ten seconds.

However, the gunfire from the backyard attracted more reinforcements. Not far away, a large number of Zaka members, hearing the commotion, were rushing towards the backyard; there were at least twenty of them, armed with heavy weapons such as rocket launchers. Zhang Beixing knew he couldn't wait any longer. He leaped out, pulled open the gunner's hatch of the tank, and the instant he climbed into the driver's compartment, he roared at the system in his mind: "System, immediately activate the tank driving and firing skills!"

Zhang Beixing had already finished reading the military textbook "Tank Driving and Shooting" long ago during a joint exercise with the Ninth Brigade, but he hadn't found an opportunity to put it to use. Now, in this critical situation, this skill finally came in handy. The system responded swiftly, immediately issuing a sweet and charming notification: "Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully withdrawing the exclusive title of 'King of Land Warfare,' unlocking the three all-around skills of tank driving, shooting, and crew command!"

In this extremely urgent situation, Zhang Beixing didn't have time to worry about whether the system was displaying a title or a skill. The moment he heard the notification, he felt a familiar power surge through his body, as if he and the tank had completely merged into one—the tank's dashboard data, the gun barrel's angle calibration, and the engine's operating status were all clearly presented in his mind. The three skills of vehicle, driving, and gun instantly merged into one, becoming a part of his body, and he could operate them with ease and without the slightest bit of awkwardness.

Zhang Beixing quickly adjusted the gun barrel angle, locked onto Zaka's members who were pouring into the backyard through the fire control aiming system, and pressed the fire button without hesitation: "Boom!"

The tank's armor shuddered violently, the immense recoil causing the vehicle to tilt slightly backward. Immediately afterward, a high-explosive shell, propelled by the tremendous force of its ejection, shot out of the tank's gun barrel, trailing flames like a fiery dragon, heading straight for the backyard entrance.

"Boom!" The explosive grenade was incredibly powerful, exploding amidst the crowd. The massive shockwave instantly blew away the surrounding terrorists, sending flames and thick smoke billowing into the sky. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Zaka members were killed. The few who survived were all crippled, lying on the ground groaning in pain, no longer capable of fighting.

Seeing that the immediate problem was temporarily resolved, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto the control panel in the cockpit. He quickly composed himself, calming his rapid breathing, and immediately shouted through the communication channel: "Attention all crew members! Attention all crew members!"

"Who can operate a tank? I captured a tank in my backyard and now I need a driver. Anyone who can, please respond immediately!"

What? Captain Zhang really got his hands on a tank?
Xu Hong, who was engaged in fierce fighting with the enemy at the front, heard Zhang Beixing's shout on the channel and blurted out subconsciously, "I can! When I was in the Ninth Brigade, I received tank driving training and can operate T-series tanks proficiently!" After saying that, he was stunned for a moment - he originally thought that Zhang Beixing was just talking casually, but he didn't expect that he had actually seized a tank.

"Great!" Zhang Beixing was overjoyed to hear the response and quickly said, "That's right, I managed to steal a T-27 tank in the backyard. Come over here immediately, I need you to be the driver. Let's form a crew and break through the encirclement!"

"Understood! I'll be there right away!" Xu Hong said, quickly taking out the two Zaka members in front of him. He then shouted to his teammates, "I'm going to support Captain Zhang. You guys keep covering me and be careful!" Before he finished speaking, he took off running towards the backyard, moving as fast as the wind.

Because Xu Hong was closer to the backyard and familiar with the terrain, he quickly rushed over, arriving a full three minutes earlier than Zhang Nengliang, who was being held back by the pursuers. He ran to the tank, saw the hatch open, and without saying a word, immediately climbed into the driver's compartment and began inspecting the tank's engine and transmission system. His movements were practiced, clearly indicating that he had received professional training.

A few minutes later, Zhang Nengliang finally arrived. He had been entangled by several terrorists on the way, and although he managed to defeat them with his excellent fighting skills, it had taken up a lot of time. It wasn't until he heard the explosion in the backyard that the remaining terrorists, thinking there was heavy firepower support there, fled the battlefield in fear, allowing him to escape and run breathlessly to the backyard.

Zhang Beixing climbed out from the top of the tank, jumped down, and said to Zhang Nengliang, "Zhang Nengliang, you'll take over the gunner's position and be responsible for aiming and firing; Xu Hong will be the driver and responsible for controlling the tank's movement; I'll be the commander and responsible for commanding and observing the battlefield. From now on, you two will follow my orders, understand?"

"Okay, I got it!" Zhang Nengliang nodded hurriedly and scrambled up the tank on all fours. Although he was usually a bit reckless, he dared not slack off in this crucial moment. Seeing that he was climbing slowly, Zhang Beixing ignored the dissatisfaction on his face, reached out, and lifted him up from the ground like a chick, throwing him into the tank's gunner's compartment.

Zhang Nengliang steadied himself in the cabin, pursed his lips helplessly, but did not dare to complain. He immediately sat in the gunner's position and began to familiarize himself with the tank's firing system. He was an excellent gunner in the Ninth Brigade and was no stranger to tank firing equipment. However, the T-27 tank model was a bit special and required a short period of adaptation.

With that, the basic three-man tank crew was finally assembled. After inspecting all the tank's equipment, Xu Hong looked up at Zhang Beixing and said, "Team Leader Zhang, this T-27 tank is in pretty good condition. The engine and transmission system are fine, but there's a problem—it's missing a loader. We only have three people now. I'll drive, Zhang Nengliang will fire, and you'll command. No one will be responsible for loading the shells. After we run out of ammunition, we'll have to manually reload, which will affect firing efficiency."

"No rush," Zhang Beixing waved his hand and said calmly. "The requirements for the loader aren't high. As long as they're strong and quick, anyone can do it once we break through the encirclement and find the other team members. The most important thing now is to check the ammunition quantity. Zhang Nengliang, check how many reserve shells are left in the vehicle."

By this time, Zhang Nengliang was already familiar with the firing system. Upon hearing Zhang Beixing's question, he immediately looked down at the ammunition compartment and replied, "Reporting, Captain Zhang! There is one armor-piercing round and one high-explosive round left in the ammunition compartment. After firing these two, we will have to manually reload them! Moreover, armor-piercing rounds are mainly used to attack armored targets, while high-explosive rounds are more effective against infantry."

Zhang Beixing gave a faint "hmm," and after a moment of silence, his tone suddenly turned serious as he asked Zhang Nengliang, "Zhang Nengliang, you need to understand, this isn't your Ninth Brigade's usual exercise. There's no second chance, and there's no safe zone. We're facing vicious terrorists. If we make a mistake, not only will we die, but the hostages will also be in danger. To survive, we can only win, we can't lose!" (End of Chapter)