You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"Attention all vehicles, maintain distance and proceed at low speed. Pay special attention to windows on both sides above the second floor."

Due to the lack of radio, Captain Yamamoto, who was in charge of the tank company, had to have the gunner stick half his body out of the vehicle and frantically wave the command flag in his hand to signal.

As the commander of the vanguard, he felt extremely uneasy at this moment.

He had also heard the battle rumors of the Rongyi Brigade. This Chinese unit, with a brigade-level organization, actually had a large number of tanks, and its infantry had many weapons that could easily penetrate the armor of the Imperial tanks.

Facing such an enemy, his chariot offered him absolutely no sense of security.

His vehicle, a Type 89 medium tank, carefully rolled over the gravel, its 57mm short gun on the turret pointing forward.

We finally managed to turn around a street corner that was half destroyed by a bomb.

The view ahead opened up a bit more; about four or five hundred meters away was the end of that street, and further away was the huge shadow of the Sihang Warehouse.

Then, Yamamoto saw that thing.

At first, he thought it was a strange bulge formed by a collapsed building, or a pile of rubble.

But soon, the outline in the periscope became clear.

It was a... colossal, suffocating steel monster.

The vehicle was tall and exceptionally wide, its front armor reflecting a cold, hard gleam in the morning light.

The cannon barrel, far thicker than any known chariot of the Empire, silently pointed in their direction like a spear of death.

The wide tracks were almost as wide as the hull of the bean-shaped tank, supporting the steel monster that looked to weigh well over fifty tons.

The number '231' is painted on the turret.

On the gun barrel, white circles representing the number of kills are nested one inside the other.

It stood quietly at the other end of the street, like a predator waiting for its prey to come to it.

Those apex predators in the food chain.

"Oh...Amaterasu Omikami..." Yamamoto opened his mouth wide, making meaningless hoarse sounds from his throat.

He gripped the periscope tightly, his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold it, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

What is that?!

A tank?

How can there be such a huge war machine in the world?!

What model is this?!

John's? Hans's?

Or...did the Great Xia Dynasty build it themselves?

No, impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Lieutenant Captain, an unidentified giant tank has been spotted ahead..."

Inside the vehicle, the driver's voice, distorted with terror, could be heard.

Yamamoto's mind went blank; none of the tank identification manuals and intelligence reports he had studied contained any information about this thing.

The cannon barrel caliber is probably 75 millimeters? Or even larger?

Compared to the enemy's chariot, one's own chariot is like a kindergarten child encountering a professional sumo wrestler.

Terrified, utterly terrified.

But he was an officer after all, and he forced a shout: "What's the panic? There's only one! Aim! Aim the main gun! Prepare armor-piercing rounds!"

However, it was too late.

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Inside Tiger tank number 231 across the street.

Xu Rui, the tank commander wearing a soft helmet, sat steadily in his commander's seat.

His eyes were pressed against the eyepiece of the train commander's periscope.

In my field of vision, several small, tan-colored figures emerged from the street corner.

"The prey has taken the bait." Xu Rui's lips curled up, and he pressed the microphone to his throat, saying calmly, "Attention everyone, the rat has come out of its hole. Gunners, 400 meters away, five enemy tanks, two small ones in front and three large ones behind."

There's no threat at all; I grant you permission to fire at will.

"Gunner understands." The gunner's voice came through the headset.

He had already locked onto the target using the Zeiss TZF 9 scope.

With a slight turn of the steering wheel, the gun barrel was immediately aimed at the target.

The loader had already loaded a PzGr.39 capped armor-piercing shell into the breech of the 88mm KwK 36 main gun.

With a clang, the breechblock closed.

"Armor-piercing rounds, good!"

"Fire."

The gunner exhaled softly and pressed the firing button with his finger.

"boom--!!!"

The Tiger tank's massive body jerked backward.

Huge bursts of fire and thick smoke erupted from both sides of the muzzle brake.

The whistling sound of a shell leaving the barrel tore through the air.

Yamamoto only saw a flash of fire from the muzzle of the steel behemoth opposite him, and the next second, his Type 89 medium tank was smashed down as if by the giant hand of a mythical being.

"clang----!!!!"

A deafening roar, loud enough to shatter eardrums, as if metal were being violently torn apart.

Yamamoto felt himself being thrown up by a tremendous force, his head slamming heavily against the inner wall of the turret, and everything went black.

This was followed by a scorching heatwave, flying metal fragments, and indescribable pain.

The 88mm armor-piercing shell easily tore through the Type 89 medium tank's 17mm thick frontal armor, like cutting butter with a hot knife.

The shell rammed around inside the vehicle, and the armor fragments torn apart by the shell instantly turned the Japanese crew into bloody messes, and also accidentally detonated the ammunition rack inside the vehicle.

"BOOM—!!!"

Yamamoto's car turned into an expanding fireball.

The turret was blown several meters away by the exploding ammunition and crashed heavily onto the ruins.

Inside the burning vehicle, only the wailing Japanese soldiers and a few scattered flames remained.

But it's not over yet.

The armor-piercing shell, with its excessive penetrating power, after piercing the first Type 89 tank and causing a secondary explosion, still carried forward due to its residual kinetic energy, eventually plunging into another Type 89 medium tank that was following closely behind.

"Pfft—Boom!!"

The second Type 89 tank was hit in the hull, and its fuel tank leaked.

Then, the 88mm shell finally detonated inside the vehicle.

Instantly, the leaked fuel was ignited, and the Japanese crew members were killed or wounded by flying shrapnel.

The street fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

"What? You're kidding me, right?"

"A monster! That's a monster!"

"Baka! Yamamoto... Captain Yamamoto is gone!"

"You can't win! Back up! Back up!"

"Fire! Fire!"

The Japanese crews in the remaining tanks panicked.

Two in a row!

With just one shell, two medium tanks were reduced to scrap metal!

Within seconds, the Type 89 tank, whose fuel had been ignited, also exploded.

Although not as violent as the first one, the entire vehicle was quickly engulfed in flames. The Japanese crew members who were barely alive inside desperately pounded on the hatch, but they couldn't open it at all.

The surviving Japanese tanks then seemed to wake from a dream and frantically began to retaliate or reverse.

The gunner of a Type 89 tank, trembling, turned the directional switch, aimed at the Tiger's massive hull, and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

The 57mm shell hit the frontal armor of the Tiger.

Then... it was launched away.

Only a light-colored dent and a scratch remain on the Tiger's upper glacis plate, which is over 100 millimeters thick, and some paint has been scraped off.

"What?! The shell... it flew off?!" The gunner's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The 37mm cannons or heavy machine guns on several bean-shaped tanks finally opened fire.

Shells and bullets struck the Tiger's thick frontal armor and gun shield with clanging sounds and sparks, but to no avail.

"It can't be penetrated, it's simply impossible to penetrate!"

The Japanese artilleryman cried out in despair, "That's just a lump of iron; our shells are ineffective against it!"

Their firepower was barely enough to tickle the tiger.

Inside Tiger 231, there was only a slight tremor.

The loader grinned and deftly shoved another armor-piercing shell into the breech.

The gunner had slightly adjusted the muzzle and aimed at the Type 89 tank that was still firing in vain.

"boom!"

The second shell was fired.

A terrifying hole appeared in the front of the Type 89 turret. The whole vehicle shuddered violently and then completely stalled, with thick smoke billowing out from every crevice.

"Well done," Commander Xu Rui praised, his gaze sweeping over the four bean-shaped tanks that were frantically reversing and trying to escape.

"Keep firing, this time switch to high-explosive shells, don't let a single one escape."

"I've been waiting for this!"