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Ten miles away.

The brigade commander watched the explosions and flames through the footage transmitted by the drone, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"A victory celebration banquet for the Japanese?"

"Let them have some appetizers first!"

Behind them, the barrels of 40 107mm rocket launchers were still slightly hot.

After a round of precise strikes, the Japanese forward defenses were riddled with holes.

Li Yunlong walked to the brigade commander's side, looked at the screen, and gasped.

"Drones plus 107mm guns, this battle is going to be fought..."

"That was awesome! That was awesome!" Kong Erlengzi chimed in.

The brigade commander nodded, equally shocked by the terrifying efficiency and lethality.

This is not a war at all, or rather, this is another kind of war!

Information-based, unmanned warfare? The brigade commander remembered that Mr. Shen had mentioned it briefly.

But now is not the time for sentimentality. The brigade commander turned to Li Yunlong and the others, and gave a stern order:

"Order the troops—advance!"

Rumbling--

The earth trembled the moment the steel torrent was unleashed.

Eighty Type 59 tanks led the way, their diesel engines roaring like a continuous rumble of thunder.

Following closely behind were 80 Type 63 armored assault vehicles, and then troop transport trucks fully loaded with infantry. Hundreds of vehicles moved at the same time, billowing smoke and dust that blotted out the sky.

A long, black steel dragon swept northward with overwhelming force.

Ten miles.

For a tank, this is only a journey of ten minutes or so.

……

Trench positions.

The surviving Japanese soldiers were still in a daze.

The rocket attack just now came too suddenly and too precisely.

Of the dozen or so anti-tank gun positions, only two or three guns remained usable. The caves where the suicide squads hid were all targeted, and less than a third of them survived.

The entire defense line is riddled with holes.

A Japanese sergeant who had miraculously survived crawled out of the mound of earth, shook off the dirt, and looked around blankly.

Pitfalls were everywhere, corpses were everywhere, and burning wreckage was everywhere.

The soldiers who were just complaining together are now reduced to pieces on the ground.

"Baka... Baka..."

The sergeant muttered to himself, his mind blank.

He didn't understand.

We didn't notice anything unusual, so where did all this artillery fire come from?

Just then, the ground began to tremble.

At first it was mild, like someone driving piles in the distance, but soon the trembling became more and more intense and clear, making it impossible to even stand steadily.

The sergeant suddenly dropped to the ground, his ears pressed against the earth.

That sound...

That's the sound of tracks!

And there are so many tracks!

He looked up in alarm, gazing into the distance.

Smoke and dust billowed on the horizon.

Then, a black silhouette emerged from the smoke and dust.

That's a tank.

One, two, three...

Countless tanks!

The tanks, lined up in an attack formation with their guns pointing diagonally to the sky, rolled toward the trench positions with an unstoppable momentum!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack—!!"

The sergeant roared with all his might, his voice cracking.

But it was too late.

The lead Type 59 tank has already reached the edge of the trench.

The turret rotated, and the 100mm gun barrel was aimed at the nearest machine gun position.

boom--!

The high-explosive shell hit its mark precisely, sending the machine gun emplacement and more than ten Japanese soldiers flying into the air.

Immediately afterwards, more tanks rushed up.

They didn't slow down or stop; they charged straight into the trench.

But to the Japanese soldiers' horror, the tanks did not fall into the ditch. They stopped a few dozen meters away, and then the coaxial machine guns on the turrets began to fire wildly.

Da da da da da—!

The 12.7mm bullets swept across the position like mowing grass.

Those Japanese soldiers who had just crawled out of the mounds of earth were riddled with bullets before they even had a chance to pick up their guns.

A Japanese soldier carrying a satchel charge tried to rush forward, but after taking only two steps, his upper body disappeared.

Another Japanese soldier was hiding behind a sandbag, trembling. A bullet pierced through the sandbag and pinned him to the ground.

The Japanese soldiers even tried to retaliate with the surviving anti-tank gun. Just as the gunner aimed, a 100mm shell came crashing down, vaporizing both the gunner and the gun.

As the machine guns fired, the infantry behind the tanks also moved.

The rear doors of the Type 63 armored assault vehicles opened simultaneously, and squads of Eighth Route Army soldiers jumped out, carrying Type 56 assault rifles, and advanced in three-person combat teams.

Their movements were clean and efficient, and their teamwork was excellent.

One group discovered a cave where Japanese soldiers were hiding. Instead of approaching rashly, they signaled to their comrades with hand gestures, while another group flanked from the side. Both groups opened fire at the same time, and bullets from the .56 submachine gun poured into the cave like a torrential rain.

The screams from inside the cave lasted only two seconds.

Another group encountered three Japanese soldiers trying to escape. The three Japanese soldiers were holding Type 38 rifles, and before they could even pull the bolt, the Eighth Route Army soldiers' Type 56 assault rifles went off.

Da da da—!

Three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground at the same time, each of them having been hit by at least seven or eight bullets.

This is the gap.

The Type 38 rifle, you fire one shot and pull the bolt; the Type 56 submachine gun, one pull of the trigger and you've got a whole magazine.

In close-quarters combat, the Japanese soldiers didn't even have a chance to fire a second shot.

Some Japanese soldiers attempted to engage in bayonet fighting.

They charged forward with bayonets at their feet, shouting "Banzai!"

The Eighth Route Army soldiers didn't fight them at all.

Da da da—!

A few short bursts of fire and the Japanese soldiers at the front fell down.

The Japanese soldiers behind them were stunned.

In their education, bayonet fighting was considered a warrior's honor, but the enemy didn't give them a chance to fight with bayonets; they just opened fire.

What kind of playing style is this?

Don't talk about martial arts!

A Japanese sergeant was shivering in a shell crater.

He looked outside at the Eighth Route Army soldiers carrying Type 56 rifles and at the tanks crushing the enemy positions, and his mind went blank.

He remembered that he had just been complaining that those guys celebrating their victory in the city were lucky, while he could only guard this broken pit.

Now he knows.

This is hardly just bad luck.

This is going to be fatal!

A stray bullet flew in and hit him in the head.

The sergeant's thoughts ended there.

The battle continues.

But it was less of a battle and more of a one-sided massacre.

From the moment the tanks charged onto the position to the moment the last Japanese soldier fell, it took only a dozen minutes.

Within ten minutes, the Japanese soldiers' carefully laid trench defense line was completely torn apart.

The anti-tank guns they had placed so much hope in failed to fire a single shell, and most of the suicide squad members carrying explosives were killed before they even left their hiding places.

The battlefield fell silent.

All that remained were burning remains, with the occasional crackling sound.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers began clearing the battlefield and checking for any survivors. They remained vigilant, but their faces betrayed an barely suppressed excitement.

"That was awesome!"

A young soldier couldn't help but shout it out.

The veteran next to him glared at him, but a smile played on his lips.

That was really fun.

After fighting the Japanese for so many years, when have I ever felt so good?

In the past month or so, the arsenal in He County has been operating at full capacity, producing more than 500 million rounds of ammunition, enough for the soldiers to have a good time!

Standing on the Japanese lines, watching those once-arrogant beasts turn to corpses, the soldiers had only one thought in their minds—

Come again!

No matter how many come, I'll kill them all!