Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

On the Chinese front.

Chen Dashan gripped his broadsword, staring intently at the lone Qilin tank that charged out.

His heart suddenly clenched.

It felt like being gripped tightly by a hand.

"Sir, the embroiderer!"

He shouted instinctively.

The sound was very loud.

It was so loud my throat was almost hoarse.

"Why did you go up there all by yourself?!"

The embroiderer couldn't hear.

Her tank had already gone quite far.

Chen Dashan gripped the knife hilt tightly.

The tiger-head broadsword with its blunt blade trembled slightly in his hand.

It's not fear.

Zhang Shitou, who was standing next to Chen Dashan, was even more direct.

This simple-minded boy from Shaanxi saw the embroiderer rush out alone, and his eyes turned red.

Shout at the top of your lungs:

"Commander Tie—!!!"

"Commander Tie—!!!"

Hoarseness.

Torn.

Like a broken gong.

Inside the Qilin 101 vehicle, Tiezhen heard the shouts outside.

He poked his head out.

I saw Chen Dashan's anxious face.

I saw him pointing in the direction of the embroiderer.

He pointed to the Qilin 102 car that had already sped off into the distance.

He got it.

Iron Anvil's brow furrowed.

It's very tightly wrinkled.

He did not hesitate.

He shouted back at Chen Dashan:

"Brothers of 37 years, don't rush!"

"I'll follow them and see!"

Done.

He shrank back.

They crawled back into the tank.

"Bang!"

The hatch was closed.

The engine of the Qilin 101 car roared to life.

The roar shook the ground.

The tracks are rotating.

The steel behemoth began to move forward.

While operating the tank, Tie Anvil pressed the communication button.

"Embroiderer! Don't run so fast!"

His voice boomed across the communication channel:

"Let's attack together!"

There was a moment of silence on the communication channel.

Then, the embroiderer's voice came.

Very peaceful.

It was as calm as if it were saying, "The weather is nice today."

Calm as if—

It's a picnic, not a war.

"Step back."

she says.

Only two words.

The anvil paused for a moment:

"What?"

"I can do it all by myself."

The embroiderer's voice remained calm.

Calm as if—

To state a fact.

Inside the Qilin 102 car.

The embroiderer's eyes were fixed on the thermal imaging screen in front of her.

Six Japanese tanks are clearly visible on the screen.

She was performing complex calculations in her mind.

distance.

speed.

angle.

trajectory.

She memorized the location of every single Japanese tank.

She anticipates the movement trajectory of every single vehicle.

They are moving.

Moving forward.

He was trying to get closer to her.

But the embroiderer didn't care.

She only needs to—

One angle.

An angle that allows a single armor-piercing round to penetrate three tanks simultaneously...