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"Target hit!"

Li Yanran's voice came through the drone footage, "Estimated penetration depth... 1.5 meters! Completely penetrated! The wall structure is severely damaged!"

Zhou Wenyuan stared at the fire control computer: "The impact point deviated from the target center by 0.3 meters, which is within an acceptable range. I suggest a second shot at the same location to further increase the damage."

Bian Yun nodded: "Load!"

Zhao Tiezhu's movements were incredibly fast.

The shell ejected—the massive 155mm shell casing, emitting blue smoke, was ejected from the breech and slammed to the ground with a thud.

Loading – The second special attack shell is pushed into the breech and the breechblock closes.

Aiming—Zhou Wenyuan has completed the parameter correction.

"Second round—release!"

Boom-! ! !

The second roar.

This shot hit almost the same spot.

The already severely damaged load-bearing wall could no longer withstand the strain.

The projectile penetrated deep into the hole and exploded even deeper inside the wall.

This time, it's not just cracks.

It collapsed.

A full fifteen-meter-long section of the load-bearing wall collapsed inwards. The third-floor floor, losing its support, plummeted and crashed onto the second-floor floor.

A chain reaction begins.

Some of the walls on the second floor were overloaded and began to crack.

The entire building groaned in pain.

Inside the building, hell descends.

Lieutenant Matsumoto was buried under the rubble, with only half of his body visible. He struggled, but a piece of concrete pinned down his leg.

He saw that the command center was gone—there was now a huge gap in the wall, through which one could see directly into the night sky.

He saw Lieutenant Colonel Suzuki lying on the edge of the ruins, his lower body pierced by steel bars, blood gushing out.

He saw that the officers who had been drinking and singing just moments before were now either dead or wailing.

"Help...help me..." Matsumoto cried weakly.

No one responded.

Only the continued rumble of the collapsing building, and in the distance...

The third cannon shot rang out.

Boom-! ! !

The third shot targeted a different target.

Zhou Wenyuan's calm voice came through: "Structural damage has been achieved. I suggest shifting to fire support and targeting densely populated areas. Thermal imaging indicates a large amount of heat signature on the second basement level."

Bian Yun: "Approved. Switch to regular grenades."

Zhao Tiezhu loads the load and aims.

"Third move—release!"

This time, the shells didn't hit the wall.

It's about hitting the rooftop.

The 155mm high-explosive grenade traced an arc in the air and landed precisely on the rooftop.

explosion.

It doesn't burrow underground; it's an area-of-effect attack.

The two machine gun nests and one observation post on the rooftop, along with the eight Japanese soldiers inside, were instantly blown to pieces.

Concrete fragments fell from the sky like raindrops.

The fourth shot.

The fifth shot.

The sixth shot...

Zhao Tiezhu entered a certain "state".

This king of artillery seemed to be one with the cannon itself.

Loading, aiming, firing—every action was precise to the millisecond. The cannon barrel was already getting hot, but he didn't care.

Every shell seemed to have eyes.

The fourth shot pierced the garage door on the first floor—where the Japanese reserve troops were assembled.

The fifth shot went into the officers' lounge on the second floor.

The sixth shot...

"Stop!" Bian Yun suddenly shouted.

Zhao Tiezhu's finger stopped on the firing lever.

"What's wrong?"

Bian Yun looked at the building.

It is no longer an insurmountable mountain.

Instead, it was a burning, collapsed, wailing ruin.

The upper three floors were almost completely destroyed, the walls were riddled with holes, and thick smoke billowed out.

"Is that enough?" Lu Bei walked over and asked.

Bian Yun shook his head.

He pressed the intercom:

"Attention all personnel, shelling suspended."

"It's time for the next step."

The next step is to eradicate them.

The artillery fire created a breach, but not all the Japanese soldiers inside were dead.

Bian Yun looked behind him:

"Dong Yi".

The silent special forces soldier stepped forward.

"Take a small team, enter through the gap, and clear out the remaining enemies."

Dong nodded without saying a word. He waved, and Lin Mo, Lei Gang, and Lu Bei automatically stood behind him—this was the tacit understanding between elite soldiers.

"Fang Chu, continue the interference to ensure they cannot call for help."

"Received." Fang Chu's fingers flew across the keyboard. "Full-band blocking, they can't even send out a few ticking telegrams."

"Li Yanran, guided by drone throughout the process."

"Ready in position."

"Zhao Tiezhu, Zhou Wenyuan, remain on alert and be ready to provide fire support at any time."

"yes!"

"Su Qing, Liu Dachui, establish a frontline first aid station and a demolition reserve team."

"clear!"

…………

Dong Yi's group took the lead.

The four men moved swiftly through the night like four shadows. They didn't go through the corridor or the main entrance—they climbed directly into the third floor through the hole that had been blown open.

Inside the ruins, smoke and dust filled the air.

Dong Yi gestured: Spread out and provide cross cover.

Lin Mo found a high vantage point—a half-collapsed stairwell corner—and set up his sniper rifle. His night-vision scope revealed no heat signature whatsoever.

Lei Gang, carrying the QJY-201 rifle, walked at the front. This man from Northeast China was unusually quiet at this moment, only his eyes gleaming with the light of a predator in the darkness.

Lu Bei was in charge of the flanks, and his QBU-191 had been fitted with a silencer.

The first encounter occurred in the first-floor corridor.

Three Japanese soldiers are trying to escape through the side door.

Dong Yi didn't even fire a shot.

He lunged out of the shadows, his dagger flashing in the moonlight.

The first one: throat-slitting.

Secondly, the moment he turned around, Dong Yi snapped his neck.

Just as the third person was about to raise his gun, Lin Mo's sniper rifle fired.

puff.

The body fell to the ground.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

silent.

Bian Yun and Huang Xing's troops burst in through the main gate.

This place has been completely destroyed by artillery fire.

In the hall, a crystal chandelier lay smashed on the floor, shattered crystals mingling with blood. Half of the Emperor's portrait on the wall had been burned, the remaining half fluttering in the wind.

Su Yue stepped over a Japanese soldier's corpse and glanced down at it.

He was a very young soldier, probably not even twenty years old. His chest was ripped open by shrapnel, and his eyes were still open when he died, filled with terror.

"They..." Su Yue said softly, "Are they afraid too?"

"Everyone is afraid," Bian Yun said. "Invaders, even in military uniforms, are still human. They are afraid of death, they miss home, and they regret their actions."

He paused:

"But that's not a reason to forgive."