We Will Play With Him Until the End

Zhang Xueming stared at him and asked word by word:

"I'm entrusting the entire brigade's treasure, the whole Armored Battalion, to you."

"And sending you to clash with them."

"Do you dare?"

Ma Xiufeng suddenly raised his head, grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, his smile terrifyingly wild.

"Dare?"

"Brigade Commander, I've been waiting for this day so long my bones are itching!"

"Just you watch!"

"I guarantee I'll smash all their iron turtles into scrap metal!"

"Mission guaranteed to be completed!"

Meanwhile.

About a hundred kilometers southeast of Kulun, in an open area.

Ivanov, the commander of the White Bear Far East Army's Armored Corps, was wiping his saber with a piece of deerskin.

The blade gleamed, reflecting his face, which was covered in thick flesh and old scars.

"General, we have deployed over 120 tanks and more than 50 armored vehicles here,"

an Adjutant reported respectfully.

"The entire defense line is like a wall of steel. As long as the Feng Army dares to come, we can crush them into pulp."

Ivanov stopped what he was doing and raised his eyelids.

His gaze was as fierce as a hungry wolf on the grassland.

"Zhang Xueming..."

He squeezed the name out through his teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred.

In Siberia, he had been toyed with by this young Feng Army General's schemes, losing a crucial battle and making him a laughingstock in the entire Far East Military Region.

Disgrace.

An indelible disgrace.

"Does he think I'm still the same person I was back then?"

Ivanov sneered and sheathed his polished saber.

"This time, I will let him know that in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trick is child's play."

He stood up, walked to the map, and heavily pointed to their ambush location with his thick finger.

"Here, right here! I want to personally witness his troops being torn apart by my steel flood!"

"Notify all units to enter the highest state of readiness! I want Zhang Xueming to never return!"

The temporary command post of the Feng Army's Eighth Brigade was set up in an abandoned large farm in Ulan Province.

Abandoned it was, but the surrounding herdsmen, upon hearing that the Feng Army was here to fight the White Bears, spontaneously brought their cattle and sheep to offer their regards.

Steaming hot milk tea, fragrant roasted whole lamb, piled up like small mountains.

Zhang Xueming didn't bother with any superficial displays of military-civilian unity.

He directly instructed the logistics department to settle the accounts at market price, no, at market price plus thirty percent, using brand-new silver dollars.

The herdsmen, holding heavy money bags, wore smiles brighter than the grassland sun. As they left, they kept praising the Feng Army.

Inside the command post.

A huge sand table was placed in the center, surrounded by a circle of officers whose stars shone brightly.

Almost the entire high command of the Eighth Brigade was present.

"My goodness, the Brigade Commander has really emptied the vault this time."

Wang Debiao, the commander of the Second Regiment, a dark-skinned, burly man, smacked his lips as he looked at the dense models on the sand table.

"Look at the artillery regiment, all German-made 150mm heavy cannons. And our tanks, those gun barrels look thicker than the White Bear's!"

"Biaozi, you don't know anything."

Zhou Zhiguo, the commander of the artillery regiment, pushed up his glasses, looking professional.

"Ours are called 'Krupp 77mm Tank Guns.' Their effective range is at least 500 meters longer than the White Bear's tank guns. This is called a generation gap, understand?"

"Alright, alright, you know the most."

Wang Debiao waved his hand and looked at the silent commander of the First Regiment, Chu Shixin, beside him.

"Old Chu, you're taking the main assault this time, a lot of pressure, right?"

Chu Shixin was a middle-aged man with a steady personality. He merely nodded, but his eyes were sharp.

"Your command, Commander, I'll follow to the death."

Dai Xiansheng, listening from the side, was filled with emotion.

His nephew, after just a few years, had already forged the Eighth Brigade into a formidable steel army that inspired awe.

Just then, the tent flap of the command post was lifted.

Zhang Xueming strode in.

The moment he appeared, the previously somewhat noisy command post fell silent.

All eyes focused on him.

Zhang Xueming walked to the sand table, surveyed his subordinates, and cut straight to the chase without any preamble.

"Gentlemen, the situation is clear."

"Ivanov of the White Bear has deployed his iron turtle formation on the plains one hundred kilometers southeast of Kuren, clearly intending to fight us to the death."

He picked up a pointer and tapped lightly on the sand table.

"If he wants a head-on collision, we'll play with him to the very end."

Zhang Xueming's gaze swept over everyone as he began issuing combat orders.

"Chu Shixin!"

"Here!"

The commander of the First Regiment, Chu Shixin, straightened his back sharply.

"I order you and the First Regiment to serve as the main assault force! Blast through their defense line head-on! Don't fear casualties; the artillery regiment will provide you with unlimited support!"

"Yes! I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

Chu Shixin's reply was forceful and clear.

"Wang Debiao!"

"Here!"

Wang Debiao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"You will lead the Second Regiment in a flanking attack on the left! Your mission is not to inflict casualties, but to disrupt their formation and leave them unable to attend to both their front and rear!"