This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

The enemy's artillery skills are terrible, even a good horse trainer would praise it. But it's different for me. I just need to fire, and the shells will find the enemy by themselves.

"Boom!" At this moment, the Heretic Legion's Hound Tank Destroyer opened fire! The meticulously crafted artillery in the Hell's Fourth Ring Factory was unlike the Crusaders' artillery, which could hit anything it pointed at!

The 66mm shell flew accurately towards the tank where Neos was!

The IS-1's machine soul exerted its strength again and flexibly dodged half a body length. The machine soul judged that the theoretical impact point should be behind it.

If everything went well, he could dodge it intact, and the shell would fly past it by grazing its top, but now, there was a person standing on the cross behind its turret!

"Oh!"

Just like a balloon being popped, Jesus' body on the cross was hit by a 66mm tank shell at a speed of more than 800 meters per second!

If you could replay the footage in slow motion, you'd see that the tip of the bullet's wind cap first struck Brother Xu's chest, slightly deforming the cap. Then, with this point of impact as the center, Brother Xu's body radiated outwards. What flew out? Flesh and blood, of course!

This point shattered first, followed by the rest of the body. Under the pull, they all shattered, turning into pieces of flesh that flew in all directions. A few of the pieces of flesh clung to the bullet, and after the bullet passed, a space of flesh and blood formed around it, like the splash of water from a passing car tire.

Even athletes can’t catch this kind of shell!

Before he could even utter a word, the upper half of his body was gone, and wine-like "blood" gushed out. The lifeless lower half of his body still stubbornly hung on the cross, while the upper half fell onto the turret and rolled to the Luce driver's observation window.

"Lord! Why did you come down?!" Luce asked through the glass observation window, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of the diesel engine and mechanical friction. She could only imitate the pronunciation based on the lip shape of Jesus' innocent face.

“Wo——cao——ni——ma——” Luce didn’t know what Jesus wanted to say, and asked Jesus in her heart, but Jesus ignored her.

In fact, Jesus and Neos had already cursed each other in their hearts for several pages.

"It's okay, Luce, he was just hit by a 66mm shell. It doesn't hurt. He'll be fine after just a little bit of patience." Neos answered casually.

Drops of the smell of "red wine" flowed down the turret and dripped onto Luce's face.

"my Lord!"

"Forget God, your brother will never die! Stop the car, I want to avenge my brother!" Neos kicked Luce on the back to make her stop the car.

"Machine Spirit, listen to me!"

Neos knocked on the turret and shouted, "I'm going to aim, you decide for yourself!"

After saying that, Neos casually pushed the turret steering wheel and the elevation adjustment wheel. The mechanical wheel, which originally required the driver to crank for a long time, rotated rapidly under this force and stopped at a specific angle. Neos opened fire directly -

"boom!"

The 152mm grenade came into close contact with a Hound tank destroyer.

"Bang!" When the 152mm grenade made close contact with the turret of the Hound tank destroyer, the rivets on the turret armor were all shaken off at this moment! A hole was smashed in the middle of the armor plate, and then drilled in.

Machine Spirit: I don't care about the type of your shells.

"Boom!" With a huge explosion, the entire turret flew apart. After the explosion, only the seat ring was left, and blue smoke was still coming out.

IS-1 smashed the turret of the heretic tank with one shot!

"It's okay! This is normal. Neither our armor nor the Crusaders' can withstand the enemy's attack! It's normal to be penetrated!"

Vlad was confident and ordered his men to continue the attack: "Forward, forward!"

Now they had no choice but to continue the attack. If they retreated at this point, their morale would collapse. Furthermore, the Crusaders preferred to pursue and kill their enemies. He immediately reported the discovery of the new Crusader tanks, and the armored forces attacking the city quickly dispatched a small team.

Before the reinforcements arrive, they must rush forward in one go. As long as they can hit the target - as long as they can hit the target, there is hope!

The Crusader position on the other side also reacted. Meyer saw the enemy vehicle being hit by a shell and realized that the unfamiliar armored unit was a friendly force. Just now, Biskov also climbed up and took a look through the telescope, thinking that the style of the equipment was more similar to theirs.

"Then follow me and provide cover! Kill all the heretics!"

The S-1S Inquisitor tank was quite powerful, with fast acceleration and turning speed. The four tanks immediately changed formation and attacked the Heretic tank from the flank.

"Attention, cover friendly forces and follow its movements." Here, Meyer issued new orders.

Following his order, the entire tank company's vehicles stopped again. After firing a shot, they began to shift into reverse gear and slowly backed away.

Seeing the Crusader tanks retreating, the heretics here instantly rejoiced.

Go on, go on!

A tank commander cheered, their tanks were moving at full speed!

"Boom!" A Hound tank destroyer was destroyed.

They couldn't care less about this kind of loss. In war, where is there no immortality? And now, the retreat of the Crusaders is right in front of them!

"Boom!" Another one was destroyed.

From the outside, it seemed that the heretics were attacking and the Crusaders were retreating, but in reality, it was the heretics' chariots that were on fire one after another.

This can't go on like this!

Although Vlad was helpless, he could only order the troops to stop advancing.

He waved a small flag, half of his body exposed, and gave orders to other tanks. In reality, the tank destroyers that were hurriedly manufactured lacked radios, so this was his only way of commanding.

Unfortunately, the battlefield was filled with smoke, tanks kept catching fire, and there was flames and black smoke everywhere. The commander of each tank was very nervous, looking at the monster opposite, and few people noticed their brigade commander.

Especially the tanks in the front were starting to panic.

"Why is the enemy's shooting so accurate?"

It's impossible not to feel fear when watching the tanks around you being destroyed. The heretic tank commanders watched the tanks next to them outpacing their own, then watched the tanks that had rushed forward first being destroyed. Just like that, their fear grew.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was actually 300 meters, and the tank in the front actually forgot to open fire!

The enemy's morale has been weakened!

Meyer saw that the enemy's charge was no longer as swift as it had been just now, and knew that they were already afraid. At this time, the battlefield was filled with smoke, and he could not see clearly that the tanks behind him were actually retreating. However, based on his sense of the battlefield, he issued a new order: "Stop retreating, attack with all your strength, pay attention, maintain formation!"

attack!

After hearing his order, the tank driver was extremely excited. He stepped on the brakes, shifted into forward gear, and then rushed forward!

The diesel engine at the tail of the S-1 Judge emitted puffs of black smoke, and they began to accelerate!

"Our allies are accelerating, let's do the same!"

Luce followed behind in an IS-1. Although their engines had only a few hundred horsepower, Neos could surely take down an enemy as long as he opened fire. The only thing that restricted them was the speed at which Neos could reload ammunition!

"Brother! Stop hanging up and help me with the ammunition!" Neos opened the hatch and motioned Brother, who only had his upper body, to crawl in and hand him the ammunition.

"Then can you put me together first?" "Where's your butt?"

"I'm hanging on the cross. It doesn't hurt. Why don't you go up? I feel that the main tank of the heretics is coming. The new commander of the Jealous Regiment is not a fool." Brother Jiang glared at him.

"Let's fight quickly."

The Crusader tanks began to attack.

"Boom!" The 75mm tank gun fired rapidly, and the armor-piercing shells hit the heretic tank opposite accurately, causing a fatal explosion.

The S-1 Holy Judge initially used a long-barreled 75mm tank gun, which was 70 times the caliber. This long-barreled tank gun had a very high shooting accuracy and a very straight trajectory. Within a few hundred meters, it could hit whatever it pointed at without aiming.

Unfortunately, its manufacturing is very complicated, and the long diameter brings processing difficulties.

The current S-1's 75mm tank gun is only 48 times the caliber, which is much shorter. This short-barreled 75mm gun is very easy to produce, and at the same time, its power is sufficient.

"Move three meters to the left and open fire!" the commander shouted loudly inside an S-1 Inquisitor.

Following the commander's order, the 75mm gun fired a loud bang, and a blunt-headed armor-piercing bullet flew out.

The vehicle was filled with smoke. The loader on one side turned around with great effort and reloaded new armor-piercing bullets.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the target stopped and billowing black smoke came out.

"Hit!" the commander shouted. "Keep going!"

At this moment, the radio operator shouted: "Captain, the new tank is on the public channel, ordering full speed charge and defeat the heretics!"

"And they say—"

"say what?"

"The commander calls himself Neos. He says the person hanging on the cross is Jesus Christ himself. He asked us to send someone from the rear to put him together."

"?"

Meyer raised his foot to Bishikov, who was in the driver's seat, and asked:

"Hey, Maozi, do you Slavs like to drink vodka in battle?"

PS: This book will actually be recommended on a banner one day. Wow... This is the first time an editor has sent me a private message asking me to prepare the background image for the banner. I’m so happy!

PS2: Refresh every five minutes and add a picture. The source of the heretic tank picture is from the B station up "Don't want to give it for free 22", and I have obtained the up's authorization to use it.

"Zongman: I, Nagasaki Motoyo's younger brother, started out as a Stand user"

He accidentally encountered a computer leakage and traveled through time as an abandoned baby and was thrown on the street. Fortunately, he met a brown-haired divorced lady who adopted him and transformed him into Nagasaki Bai Yao.

Fortunately, I got a life modifier, and now I want to change from living a life of idleness and waiting for death to becoming the ultimate giant who can defeat the whole world.

"My name is Bai Yao, I'm 3 (hush) years old this year. I'm a time traveler, a part-time Holy Terra Imperial Teacher, a part-time Herrscher of the Origin, my adoptive father, and a part-time pioneer... my best friend... I also have an older sister named Nagasaki Suyo. She's perfect in the eyes of others, but when she looks at me, I always feel like there's something wrong."

"Xiaobai, sister is here to feed you." "Xiaobai, come and let sister hug you." "Xiaobai, come and give sister a kiss." "Xiaobai, let's play a game, okay? The name of the game is, love~"

Looking at Nagasaki Suye who was holding the small medicine bottle and the isolation device, Bai Yao's answer was.

"Da ga, oral wow! Epitaph, give this bad woman who's emitting pink bubbles and trying to do something bad to me a good beating on the teeth!!"

Main World (Hen Card, Lonely Rock) → Arknights → Honkai Impact 3rd → Warhammer 40k (To be determined)

Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 76: Jehovah: I will attack in the form of a shampooer

The battle outside Otraricoli ended faster than expected.

When the 152mm howitzer of Stalin's Hammer sent a leading Hound tank destroyer and its turret into the sky with one shot, the heretic vanguard was already afraid.

Outside the city, the commander of the Envious Legion sensed Jesus' pure aura and immediately ordered the attacking forces to withdraw to their defensive lines. Vlad and his men were naturally considered abandoned pawns, buying time for the troops to regroup. Soon, his army, unable to await any reinforcements, collapsed, and the remaining Hound tank destroyers turned and fled in a panic, leaving behind a trail of steel wreckage and charred corpses.

The heretics need to regroup their forces.

"Clean up the battlefield! Treat the wounded! Bishikov, your landspeeders are really capable!"

Meyer poked his head out of his S-1 Judge, wiped the smoke off his face, and shouted at the huge IS-1.

Neos didn't stay for long. He signaled Luce to drive the IS-1 to Meyer's command vehicle.

"Captain Meyer, thank you for your support." Neos leaned out of the turret. "We need to enter the city immediately. I must quickly inform the whole of Europe that I am back, Jesus is back too, and the situation has not deteriorated!"

"Are you... Marshal Neos?" Meyer looked at the face before him. Although he had never seen Neos in person, his portrait and deeds had long been known throughout the Crusades. He swallowed and tried to calm himself.

"Yes, Marshal! The situation in the city is very bad. We have been out of contact with the main force for several days, and the artillery fire has hardly stopped."

"Jesus... uh... Lord... He..."

Meyer's eyes involuntarily drifted to the man climbing the pole to put his lower body back together. The resentment on his face was almost overflowing.

"God is with us," Neos replied.

After briefly cleaning up the battlefield, gathering available ammunition and supplies, and making preliminary arrangements for the remains of the fallen, Neos ordered Meyer's armored company to join him in advancing towards the city of Otraricoli. The IS-1 led the way, followed closely by several S-1 Inquisitors, forming a small assault group.

The closer we got to the city, the more brutal the evidence of the fighting became. Destroyed vehicles, collapsed houses, and bodies scattered along the roadside, still uncollected, silently testified to the brutality of the siege. The air was thicker with smoke and the smell of blood.

The city of Otraricoli, once an important industrial hub in central Papal States, is now a scorched earth.

Days of bombardment had reduced the streets to rubble, with buildings exposing twisted steel and broken bricks. The air was filled with smoke, the smell of blood, and the distinctive charred scent of burning human bodies.

Flashes of explosions appeared from time to time on the distant horizon, indicating that the city was still resisting.

The atmosphere within the city was even more depressing than the scene ravaged by artillery fire. News of Rome's fall spread like a plague, and rumors of the Pope's martyrdom only added insult to injury! The collapse of their spiritual pillars plunged countless citizens into unprecedented confusion.

To make matters worse, Neos, known as the "Guardian of Humanity" and the "Saint", also disappeared. The command system collapsed, and each place was fighting on its own. The offensive of the Hell Legion became more and more fierce, and the soldiers and civilians on the front line saw no hope.

"How much longer can we... hold out?" a young soldier muttered to himself, leaning against a broken wall. His companion didn't answer, but silently wiped his rifle.

The remaining defenders and civilians huddled in every corner of the city. The children had long since stopped crying and numbly clung to their parents' arms. The cries of wounded soldiers echoed in the makeshift field hospital, where medicine and food were running out.

"Om——"

The roar of a diesel engine came from outside the city.

"Alert!" "Prepare anti-landship grenades!"

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, revealing a tank with a disproportionately large turret slowly approaching. Behind it, atop a tall wooden cross, stood a figure!

Brother Su took off his linen gown, put on a military uniform, put on a helmet, and let his long hair fall over his shoulders.

God also put on a helmet and went to the front line.