Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Inside the cockpit, Lin Jianguo gripped the control lever tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The commander of this tank is Company Commander Gao Dashan.

"Attention all vehicles, keep your distance and do not cross the boundary marker. Something's not right on the other side today." Gao Dashan's voice rang out through the radio into the earpieces of every crew member.

Normally, the Soviet patrols across the way, though arrogant, would only patrol at a distance. But today, from behind the sand dunes ahead, came the unsettling, deep roar of a high-powered diesel engine.

This sound could not possibly be produced by an ordinary armored vehicle.

Rumbling--

The earth began to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, on a sand dune ridge less than two kilometers away from them, three massive tanks with terrifyingly long gun barrels appeared like ghosts, their menacing forms revealed.

"It's a T-62!" Gao Dashan gasped, his voice instantly tightening. "Attention, entire company! Level one combat readiness! Load armor-piercing rounds!"

The tank's turret instantly sprang into action.

Lin Weidong moved with lightning speed, pulling back the breechblock. The loader, holding a new type of fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing round that had been issued less than three days ago, shoved it forcefully into the breech.

The projectile's warhead was long and slender, like a deadly steel nail, and it was equipped with a specially made stabilizing tail fin. This was the "deadly talisman" that Lin Yang had sent them from Beijing.

"Armor-piercing rounds loaded!"

"Wei Dong, lock onto the enemy lead aircraft in the middle!" Gao Dashan gave the order, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

This is immense psychological pressure. In previous exercises and confrontations, the Type 59 tanks were almost always unilaterally slaughtered by the T-62s. The enemy's artillery had a longer range and thicker armor.

In the past, Gao Dashan's only options would have been to retreat or risk his life. But today, looking at the new armor-piercing shell in the gun barrel, he decided to take a gamble.

The T-62s opposite didn't seem to take these old Type 59 tanks seriously.

Instead of slowing down, they roared across the border, pointing their cannons directly at the Chinese patrol convoy, their arrogance reaching its peak.

This is a blatant armed provocation!

"Company commander, they've crossed the line!" Lin Jianguo roared through gritted teeth in the cockpit.

Gao Dashan's eyes reddened. His duty as a soldier left him with no way to retreat.

"Damn it! They're messing with me! Everyone stop!" Gao Dashan ripped the communicator off his helmet. "Wei Dong! Aim and fire! Don't fire until I give the order! Get close before you fire!"

Five Type 59 tanks came to a stop in a row on the Gobi Desert, their cannons pointed straight ahead.

1,500 meters.

1200 meters.

One thousand meters!

The Soviet tanks opposite continued their reckless advance. One Soviet tank commander even had half his body leaning out of the turret, binoculars in hand, a contemptuous smirk on his lips. In their eyes, these Chinese junk were not even worthy of a tickle.

"Wei Dong, are you confident?" Gao Dashan stared intently at the periscope.

Lin Weidong's hands were as steady as a mountain, his eyes pressed firmly against the scope.

In that narrow field of vision, the T-62's sloping frontal armor was clearly visible.

He seemed oblivious to the howling wind outside the car, and to the suffocating tension inside. His mind was completely calm and clear.

Distance: 800 meters.

"Commander, target locked, windage correction complete. First shot guaranteed."

At this moment, Lin Weidong's voice was eerily calm, carrying the same cold-blooded killing intent as his father.

Gao Dashan slammed his fist on the bulkhead: "Beat them! Teach these sons of bitches a lesson!"

Lin Weidong pressed the firing pedal without hesitation.

boom!!!

The 100mm rifled cannon let out a deafening roar that tore through the sky. A huge burst of orange-red flames spewed from the muzzle, and the powerful recoil caused the Type 59 tank, weighing more than 30 tons, to lurch backward violently.

The new tungsten alloy armor-piercing projectile, which was highly anticipated, shed its outer sabot and, like a black lightning bolt, instantly covered a distance of 800 meters with a terrifying initial velocity of 1,500 meters per second.

The commander of the Soviet T-62 tank was still sneering. He didn't even order an evasive maneuver because he was convinced that the Chinese shells couldn't penetrate their frontal armor.

However, the next second, his smile froze completely on his face.

Clang—Boom!

The tungsten alloy projectile, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed into the T-62's proudly sloped frontal armor with overwhelming force.

There were no ricochets with sparks flying, nor a dull thud of non-penetration.

That long, slender "steel nail," like a hot knife cutting through butter, instantly melted through the thick armor and plunged into the fighting compartment of the T-62!

Immediately afterwards, the projectile core shattered inside the cramped turret, turning into countless jets of scorching metal that instantly detonated the ammunition stored inside the vehicle!

Rumble!!!

A deafening explosion resounded across the Gobi Desert.

The arrogant and domineering T-62 main battle tank had its turret, weighing over ten tons, ripped dozens of meters into the air! A huge fireball shot into the sky, and the entire tank instantly turned into a burning pile of scrap metal. The crew members inside didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes.

Shocked.

A deathly shock.

The other two Soviet tanks slammed on their brakes, their tracks scraping across the Gobi Desert with a screeching sound. The surviving Soviet tank crews stared in terror at their lead tank, now reduced to mangled parts.

How is this possible?!

How could the Chinese Type 59 tank possibly kill their most advanced T-62 tank in a single head-on attack?!

Gao Dashan stared at the image in the periscope for a full three seconds before bursting into almost maniacal laughter.

"Hahaha! Well done! That was fucking brilliant! Wei Dong, you've really made us proud! This new shell is a fucking divine treasure!"

Lin Weidong didn't laugh; he kept his eyes fixed on the scope, rapidly cranking the steering wheel with both hands.

"Armor-piercing rounds! Load!" Lin Weidong's voice was cold and urgent.

The loader snapped out of his daze and quickly pushed in another shell.

Click. The breechblock closes.

"Commander, target number two has been locked. Should we continue firing?"

Lin Weidong locked onto the Soviet tank on the right that was frantically reversing.

The Soviet troops on the other side were completely panicked.

They had only intended to provoke a demonstration and never imagined they would suffer such a devastating blow. The two T-62s, blindly releasing smoke grenades, frantically shifted into reverse and sped towards the other side of the border like stray dogs.

Gao Dashan took a deep breath, suppressing the elation and murderous intent in his heart.

"Cease fire. Send them back to report," Gao Dashan said coldly.

He knew very well that destroying an enemy tank that had crossed the line was a legitimate act of self-defense, a way to teach the other side a painful lesson.

However, annihilating them all could immediately trigger a full-scale border war. At this critical juncture, the country needs time.