He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"Prepare one armor-piercing round!" Zhang Beixing decisively gave the order.

Then, he said to Zhang Nengliang, who was in charge of fire control, "Zhang Nengliang, switch to manual lock-on mode, target coordinates E73, horizontal angle 7 degrees!"

Upon hearing Zhang Beixing's command, Zhang Nengliang hesitated. He frowned and couldn't help but question, "Brother Beixing, the M60 main battle tank has a very thick outer armor. Our armor-piercing round simply can't penetrate it! I think we should keep our distance and avoid a direct confrontation, otherwise we might suffer losses!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing's eyes darkened, and he angrily rebuked the person in the communicator, "Am I the commander now, or are you? Just execute my orders, why all this nonsense!"

Zhang Beixing knew very well that this was a critical moment in the confrontation with the enemy tanks, and any hesitation or retreat could lead to a passive situation. If Zhang Nengliang dared to continue questioning and wasting time, he would not hesitate to remove Zhang Nengliang from the fire control position—on the battlefield, obedience to orders was paramount, and any hesitation could have fatal consequences.

Zhang Nengliang knew that Zhang Beixing was not joking. He could feel the anger in Zhang Beixing's tone, and his face immediately turned sullen. He dared not say another word and immediately shut his mouth. His hands quickly operated on the control panel, switching to manual lock mode and adjusting the aiming parameters according to the coordinates reported by Zhang Beixing.

In fact, Zhang Nengliang's judgment was not wrong from a conventional point of view; the M60 tank's armor was indeed sturdy, and ordinary armor-piercing rounds would hardly cause it any substantial damage. However, Zhang Beixing had his own combat strategy, and he had his reasons for choosing to do so—he was not going to attack the M60 tank's frontal armor, but rather its relatively weak track area.

As Zhang Nengliang operated the system, he inwardly marveled at Zhang Beixing's rapid predictions. He knew that even during the Ninth Brigade's regular training, when the experienced Niu Nuli gave orders, he sometimes couldn't help but ask a few more questions or raise doubts. But facing Zhang Beixing, he didn't dare do that at all. This wasn't just because of Zhang Beixing's current anger, but also because Zhang Beixing's accurate judgment and formidable strength displayed on the battlefield had already instilled a deep respect in him.

Although he still had some doubts and didn't quite believe that Zhang Beixing, who wasn't a professional tank soldier, could make such a precise prediction, Zhang Nengliang still followed the order and quickly completed the manual lock-on operation.

"Reporting, Commander! Manual lock complete, target locked!" Zhang Nengliang reported respectfully.

Zhang Beixing stared intently through his observation scope, watching the tracks of the enemy M60 tank advance towards his predicted position. Just a split second before the tracks reached the designated coordinates, he suddenly shouted, "Annihilate!"

Zhang Nengliang was already prepared. The moment he heard the order, his finger pressed the artillery firing button without hesitation.

The firing pin inside the cannon barrel struck the bottom of the armor-piercing projectile instantly, and the enormous thrust propelled the projectile out of the barrel with a sharp whooshing sound as it flew toward the target.

All eyes were fixed on the armor-piercing projectile. It drew a precise arc in the air, and instead of hitting the outer armor of the M60 tank as Zhang Nengliang had feared, it flew straight toward the gap between the tracks and precisely entered the part where the tracks and the hull connected.

Immediately afterwards, the armor-piercing round exploded with a deafening roar in the gap between the tracks, the massive blast instantly destroying the M60 tank's tracks and transmission system. The M60 tank shuddered violently, then was lifted high by the shock of the explosion, losing its balance and flipping over with a crash. The tracks came off, and it could no longer move, lying motionless on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang Nengliang's eyes widened in shock, his face filled with astonishment, his mouth agape. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Holy crap! That's incredibly accurate! That prediction, that aim... who's the real professional tank crewman between us now?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing showed no sign of smugness. He simply responded lazily and said slowly, "Of course, you're still the professional tank soldier. As for me? Heh, I'm the King of Land Warfare."

"You bastard..." Zhang Nengliang subconsciously wanted to retort, but he swallowed the words back, his voice gradually becoming weak and almost inaudible. He knew very well that he had no confidence to refute, let alone dare to loudly question Zhang Beixing—he didn't want to anger Zhang Beixing with these few words. Getting beaten up would be a minor matter; delaying operations on the battlefield would be a major one.

"Alright, stop wasting time. This isn't the time for idle chatter." Zhang Beixing interrupted Zhang Nengliang's mutterings and continued to issue orders, "Xu Hong, change course and head to Zaka's parking lot! We must destroy all the armored vehicles and tanks in the parking lot before they can react. We absolutely cannot give them a chance to start their equipment and retaliate. Just smash them all!"

"Received!" Xu Hong replied, immediately adjusting the tank's direction and advancing at full speed towards Zaka's parking lot.

The tank's tracks rumbled across the ground with a deafening roar, like the footsteps of death, as it approached the parking lot. With the perfect coordination of Zhang Beixing, Xu Hong, Zhang Nengliang, and the newly joined Li Erniu, this main battle tank wreaked havoc on the battlefield. Wherever it went, Zaka's terrorists suffered heavy casualties, rivers of blood flowing, utterly unable to mount any effective resistance.

Under Zhang Beixing's precise aim and command, Zhang Nengliang was in charge of firing the artillery, ensuring that every shell was used effectively and without waste. They first destroyed the fortifications surrounding the parking lot, then launched an attack on the armored vehicles and tanks parked inside. Shells roared out, explosions echoed throughout the parking lot, flames soared into the sky, and Zaka's armored vehicles and tanks were destroyed one after another, turning into piles of burning scrap metal.

Within just over ten minutes, Zhang Beixing and his team completely destroyed Zaka's armored parking lot, eliminating all of their armored vehicles and tanks, thus completely cutting off any possibility of a counterattack using heavy equipment. After completing their mission, the three didn't linger, driving their tanks directly away into the distance. After all, this area was still within Zaka's sphere of influence, and the longer they stayed, the greater the risks they would face.

However, one thing Zhang Beixing found somewhat regrettable—the tanks advanced steadily, destroying many of Zaka's strongholds and equipment, but they never encountered the Zaka leader. If they had met him here, he wouldn't have minded throwing a couple more shells at him to completely eliminate this major threat.

But right now, they didn't have time to continue searching for the Zaka organization leader. Just as the tanks were withdrawing, a rapid, hoarse cry suddenly came through the radio communication channel. It was Zhang Yingying's voice, filled with despair and pain; she was clearly facing a great crisis.

"Lu Chen! Lu Chen! Where are you? Shi Tou has been shot! He's badly injured, come quickly and save him!"

Zhang Yingying's hoarse cries for help were still echoing on the radio channel. At that moment, not long after the main battle tanks had left the town square of Basem, two figures were silently emerging from a dilapidated building deep within the temporary base.

As night deepened, the crumbling walls cast dappled shadows in the dim light. Among them stood a tall, imposing figure, her sharp lines accentuated by a black combat uniform—it was Sasha, the female mercenary who had briefly clashed with Zhang Beixing earlier. Unlike their last meeting, her right hand now held a steady L115A3 sniper rifle, its blade gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen, reflecting a dangerous aura in the dim light.

Those familiar with firearms know that this long-range super sniper rifle is known as the "world's best sniper rifle." Its effective range far exceeds that of ordinary sniper weapons, its ballistic stability is extremely high, and its operation is incredibly difficult. Only highly experienced professional snipers can unleash its true power. This alone is enough to explain why this seemingly aloof female mercenary is actually a rare, top-tier female sniper on the battlefield.

The other figure beside Sasha was burly, with a hideous scar on his face and a wolf-like, sinister gaze. He was none other than Zaka Arsena, the leader of the Zaka terrorist organization. His pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the scene in the plaza not far away, his face instantly turning ashen.

On the square, members of Zaka's organization lay scattered on the ground, blood soaking the earth and forming dark red streams. Broken weapons and limbs were strewn everywhere, turning the once relatively tidy square into a scene of carnage. Seeing his carefully trained men reduced to such a state, Zaka Arsen's rage erupted instantly. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and roared, "Damn it! These Chinese soldiers, I will make them pay in blood!"

Sasha, seemingly oblivious to the horrific scene before her, wore a faint, alluring smile as she gently stroked the sniper rifle with her fingertips. She spoke calmly, "Chief, according to our contract, my mission is only to protect your personal safety. Actively participating in combat is not within my job scope."

She paused deliberately, her captivating eyes narrowing slightly, her smile growing even brighter, yet tinged with a hint of cunning: "Of course, if you want me to deal with those Chinese soldiers, that's not impossible... but you'll have to pay more."

Before Zachara Arsen could respond, Sasha chuckled to herself, her laughter full of sarcasm: "But speaking of which, you poor bastards, you've probably already squandered all your money buying dirty bombs, haven't you? Do you even have any money left to pay my commission?"

Upon hearing this, Zaka Arsena's angry expression froze instantly, then turned into a resentful look. His lips moved, but he ultimately fell silent, unable to utter a single word. Sasha's words were indeed true—in order to create greater panic in the country and thus put pressure on the government, the Zaka organization had recently spent a huge sum of money purchasing large quantities of weapons and equipment, especially the dirty bomb deals, which had almost depleted the organization's cash flow. Until a new financier was willing to take over funding, the entire Zaka organization was indeed penniless, even struggling to provide daily supplies for its members, let alone pay Sasha's exorbitant extra commissions.

Sasha had anticipated his reaction. Her face showed no anger; she simply brushed a stray hair behind her ear with an elegant yet nonchalant gesture. Looking at the silent Zaka Arsenal, she calmly stated, "In that case, let's end the protection agreement we signed earlier."

With that, Sasha picked up her sniper rifle, turned, and left without hesitation, as if lingering even a second longer would be a waste of time. Behind her came Zaka Arsen's low-pitched curses: "Damn bitch!" But Sasha didn't even pause—she couldn't be bothered with such a desperate terrorist, much less waste a bullet on a moment of anger. After all, each sniper bullet she used cost hundreds of dollars; using them against this kind of person would be a desecration of bullets.

Reaching the street corner, Sasha stopped and looked in the direction Zhang Beixing and his men had driven away in their tank. In the darkness, the tank tracks were still faintly visible. A cruel sneer suddenly appeared on her lips, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Little guy," she said, "you dared to lay a hand on me without paying last time. Next time I see you, you won't be so lucky..." Her voice faded into the night, and Sasha's figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the alley.

Just moments before Zhang Yingying sent out her distress call, the battle inside the Tulou was reaching its climax.

Although the terrorists of Zaka's organization were not as well-equipped as the Sea Serpent Commando, they had the advantage of large numbers and dense firepower. All kinds of guns were constantly spraying bullets. The dense rain of bullets was like an invisible net, suppressing Xu Tianlong, Zhang Yingying and Zhang Tiande on the second floor of the earthen building behind their cover, and they dared not show their faces.

Zhang Tiande leaned against the window, a grenade launcher in his hand. He stared intently at the approaching terrorists below, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. The last grenade whistled through the air, landing precisely in the midst of the enemy ranks. A deafening explosion followed, the grenade exploding, scattering debris and blood, several terrorists falling instantly. But in that very instant, a bullet flew from below, striking Zhang Tiande squarely in the cheek—the vicious bullet instantly ripped through his facial muscles, blood gushing out and dripping down his chin.

The intense pain caused Zhang Tiande to cry out in agony. He staggered back two steps, barely managing to steady himself against the wall. Gritting his teeth, he pulled a sedative from his tactical vest and, without hesitation, plunged it into his thigh. The cold liquid flowed into his body, but the effects took time to materialize. At that moment, the sharp pain still felt like countless needles, relentlessly assaulting his nerves. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, quickly soaking his temples. (End of Chapter)