Bronze door through time and space

684 Tank
Liansheng didn't care about the battle of Zombie Taijun to recover the country, so he didn't pay much attention to it. However, he never expected that he, who was studying the demon fetus at home, would be urgently summoned to set up a seal at a shrine.

This shrine dedicated to the Japanese invaders during World War II has always been the official ambiguous little treasure of the island country. Although it is small, it is very precious. It is taken out from time to time to show off its presence, but this is the first time that people have stacked seals and barriers on it to death. Are they planning to put a chastity belt on the little treasure?

And while working, Liansheng inadvertently saw someone carrying several large gas tanks in.

This thing is specially provided by Mold. It is very powerful and guaranteed to be easy to use. After all, it is modified from a fuel-air explosive bomb. Once it gets angry, it is enough to destroy the entire shrine, including the people and ghosts.

The island nation is well aware of this. After all, how could they not know if they were stuffing things into their little treasures?

But even if he knew, what could he do? At most, it was before he was married. It was not like he had not played with mold before, so he didn't dare to say a word and just watched.

Some people saw the hope and future of the island nation in Zombie Taijun, but there were also people who were used to being treated like dogs by their godfathers and still wanted to help their godfathers bite people, so not only did they add a cover to the shrine, they also buried mines, ready to show their filial piety when the time came.

It can be said that whenever there is any unusual movement in the shrine, the Japanese devils can experience the homemade planes they used to ride when they were alive again decades after their death.

I still say, just say goodbye, why do you take it seriously?

Liansheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry about this, but he knew that this was just the beginning. The original body had gone into seclusion to break through, and all they, the incarnations, could do was to provide more and purer emotional values, so not only was Master Guimen involved, but other incarnations also got involved.

Now he only hoped that the island country would not explode, at least until he collected all the fragments of the Four Souls Jade.

As the coalition forces mobilized more heavy artillery, the heavy artillery regiment turned into fragments under the layers of firepower.

Fog is not a panacea, at least the fire coverage of the entire area cannot be avoided.

Then the coalition artillery fire began to extend without hesitation, not caring at all that in front of them were fighter jets worth tens of billions and an undamaged base, not to mention the prisoners.

It stands to reason that the so-called democratic and free Mold cannot do this, but according to the procedures, because the two sides have no contact, on Mold's paper, those people are in a missing state, not prisoners. So as long as the bomb is blown cleanly enough, they are missing, and even death pensions do not need to be paid, let alone insurance compensation, which can save a lot of money, so the artillery fire is particularly fierce.

Under the expectant eyes of Vice Admiral Rip and the complicated gaze of the island nation, hundreds of heavy artillery covered the entire base, enough to raze it to the ground or even turn it into a reservoir.

But a skeleton gate appeared, swallowed up all the shells, and then it was like having a diarrheal attack, spewing out three tank regiments before calm was restored.

This scene stunned everyone and confirmed the worst guess: Taijun would indeed multiply.

Three new tank regiments plus the original one, a total of four tank regiments, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and launched a charge against the coalition forces without hesitation.

The Japanese tank regiment in World War II was mainly equipped with 95 Type 97 light tanks and 71 Type modified medium tanks, as well as artillery tanks, for a total of vehicles.

At this time, the four tank regiments were dispatched together, and with the zombies following closely behind, they were everywhere. The small tanks hopping forward like rabbits in the wilderness silenced the coalition forces that were just in shock. The island country, which had a slight smile on its face before, was so embarrassed that it wanted to knock on the spot to find a crack in the ground. At the same time, it was anxiously thinking in its heart whether it was too late to burn some advanced tanks for its ancestors.

It was definitely too late. Although modern small-caliber assault rifles could not penetrate the tiny tanks, heavy machine guns could penetrate them. If the drivers inside were not all zombies, they would have been finished long ago. Even so, many of them were damaged and then targeted by the Coalition tanks one by one. The scene was like bombing cow dung. Not even a whole body was left, because the Coalition tanks found that grenades were more effective than armor-piercing shells.

However, the Zombie Lord didn't care at all, because these tanks were originally used to target the coalition forces in order to attract the coalition's firepower.

Sure enough, the Allied tanks' attention was all attracted by the Japanese tanks.

Although these tanks are old-fashioned, they are equipped with guns and are very suitable for the environment of the island country.

It can run on roads that coalition tanks cannot.

It can cross the bridge that the coalition tanks cannot cross.

It can penetrate holes that coalition tanks cannot penetrate.

My main feature is that I am as light as a swallow and small and exquisite. As long as you can't hit me, I can go around from behind and blow your ass up.

Although modern tanks are far superior to these little tanks and can crush them even if they collide with them, they will be crippled if hit by a shot on a critical part. Therefore, their attention is mainly focused on these little tanks that are running around like rabbits. It is not until they see the Zombie Taijun charging with his happiness stick in his hand that they realize they are in trouble.

This is what Lieutenant General Rip and the coalition forces fear the most, because the Zombie King is not afraid of small-caliber bullets at all. In fact, as long as his head is not smashed, being hit by one or two magazines is nothing. On the battlefield, the soldier who dares to stick his head out and shoot accurately must be raising his hands and shooting with faith. Otherwise, it would not take tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of rounds to kill an enemy.

The problem is that the Zombie Lord is not afraid of death at all and runs very fast, which makes aiming even more difficult. Coupled with the Zombie Lord's accurate shooting, the coalition forces are in a dilemma as to whether to attack or not.

If they were to fight, they wouldn't die if they showed their heads, but the extremely high mortality rate made all the soldiers dare not show their heads. After all, the fearless zombie generals didn't care whether they would be hit or not, and the old Japanese were basically half sharpshooters with a high hit rate.

But it would be even more fatal if we didn't fight. Once they got close, we wouldn't be able to take advantage of our firepower. Neither the fungi nor the Self-Defense Forces had the confidence to stop these fearless undead.

Simple zombies or World War II devils are just dregs to modern armies, but when the two are combined together, with the help of a mastermind behind the scenes, they are impossible to defeat.

The Douding tanks here hadn't been destroyed yet, but the Zombie King happily rushed into the trench, pulled the explosive bag on his back, and then poked the sting grenade in his hand forward with a grim smile. His main goal was to blow up the front first and then the back, and he wanted to be transparent.

Trench warfare was brutal in itself, and it was escalated to a level not suitable for living people by the Zombie King. The situation immediately got out of control, and the collapsed coalition forces no longer distinguished between fungi and the Self-Defense Forces. They rushed back in a group with red eyes, and the supervision team did not dare to stop them, because it seemed that if they dared to stop them, these people would dare to shoot, so they could only run with them.

(End of this chapter)