This Completely Exceeded His Cognition

However, the next second.

The smile on his face froze.

He saw that from the Feng Army's tank formation opposite, bursts of fire suddenly erupted!

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Before Ivanov could react, the three tanks at the very front of his position instantly exploded into three huge fireballs!

The blast's shockwave blew off the turrets, and black smoke billowed into the sky.

"What?"

Ivanov's pupils contracted sharply, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Their cannons... how could they possibly shoot this far?!"

This was completely beyond his understanding!

Before he could recover from the shock, the shelling from the opposite side began again.

Round after round of precise long-range strikes, like the scythe of death, continuously reaped his front-line tanks.

His troops, before his very eyes, had become a helpless, stationary target!

A sense of humiliation and fury instantly overwhelmed Ivanov's reason.

"Charge!"

He grabbed the radio microphone and roared with all his might.

"Charge, the whole army!"

"Get close to them! Engage them in close combat! Smash them all into pieces!"

His only thought was to charge forward and overwhelm the enemy with the numerical advantage of his tanks.

This order also completely sealed the last chance of retreat for him and his troops.

Ivanov's order spread throughout the entire White Bear Armored Corps.

"Charge! Charge!"

"Crush them!"

The surviving White Bear tanks, like enraged beasts, opened their throttles, spewing black smoke, and charged ferociously towards Zhang Xueming's armored battalion.

Their tracks kicked up dust, forming a turbid yellow wave.

However, this was exactly what Zhang Xueming wanted.

"Old Ma, it's time for us to put on a show!"

Zhang Xueming sat in the command tank and patted the shoulder of the gunner beside him.

"Commander, just you watch!"

Ma Xiufeng licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes fixed on the periscope.

"These White Bear bastards still think tanks are for line formations! Today, we'll let them know what modern warfare is all about!"

The thirty Type 2 Tanks equipped by the Feng Army were the latest models Zhang Xueming had acquired at great expense. Their 75mm main cannons' power and frontal armor thickness far surpassed the White Bear Army's outdated Renault light tanks and Fiat 3000 wheeled armored cars.

"Target, enemy lead tank, range eight hundred meters, adjust for windage... Fire!"

Ma Xiufeng calmly issued the command.

"Bang!"

The shell left the barrel, drawing a scorching trajectory through the air.

The next second, the side armor of a White Bear Renault tank at the very front was instantly torn open as if it were made of paper.

Following that, another armored car next to this tank was sent tumbling end over end by the shell, which had penetrated and carried immense kinetic energy!

Killing two birds with one stone!

"Boom!"

Two fireballs exploded simultaneously, the scene incredibly spectacular.

Inside the command tank, Zhang Xueming couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw this.

"Hahaha! Beautiful! Old Ma, you're a genius!"

Ma Xiufeng, however, curled his lip. While quickly rotating the turret to find the next target, he grumbled.

"Commander, stop laughing and tell the other crews to open fire too! If we wait any longer, we'll have snatched all the kills!"

Zhang Xueming cursed with a laugh.

"You brat, you've learned to snatch kills now!"

He picked up the microphone, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement.

"All crews, attention! Free fire! Send all these blind White Bear bastards back to where they came from!"

"Yes!"

Howls of response echoed through the communication channels.

The Feng Army's tank crews had been itching for a fight.

In an instant, the main cannons of thirty Type 2 Tanks roared to life.

The battlefield immediately turned into a slaughterhouse for the White Bear Army.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Ivanov's troops finally charged into range, firing back frantically.

However, the small-caliber shells striking the frontal armor of the Type 2 Tanks only managed to send sparks flying and produce crisp metallic clangs, failing to inflict any effective damage.

Most shells were simply deflected, and some even knocked the enemy tanks' own gun barrels askew.

"Armor-piercing rounds! Our shells can't penetrate!"

"General! Requesting reinforcements! We're targets! We're sitting ducks!"

The White Bear Army's communication channels were filled with the soldiers' despairing cries.

Their Renault tanks were like children's toys in front of the Feng Army's Type 2 Tanks.

Meanwhile, the Feng Army's armored battalion was having a smooth and easy time, with astonishingly high kill rates.

Ma Xiufeng was especially bloodthirsty, each shot precisely hitting the enemy tanks' weak points, either detonating their ammunition racks or directly disabling their tracks, turning them into immobile iron coffins.

Ivanov's charge had turned into a complete suicide mission.

Meanwhile.

Outside the city of Kulun.

On the Feng Army's Eighth Brigade infantry positions, Chu Shixin, a Shandong man standing at 1.9 meters tall, stood at the front addressing his troops.

He held a twenty-shot Boxer pistol in one hand and a gleaming saber in the other.

"Brothers!"

His voice boomed like a bell.

"The Brigade Commander has given us the task of chewing through the hard bones!"

"Ahead lies the White Bear devils' defense line! It's got minefields, barbed wire, and three lines of defense!"