This Completely Exceeded His Understanding

However, the next second.

The smile on his face froze.

Suddenly, tongues of flame spurted from the Feng Army's tank formation opposite them!

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

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

The blast sent their turrets flying, while thick black smoke surged into the sky.

"What?"

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

"How could their guns... fire that far?!"

This completely exceeded his understanding!

Before he could recover from his shock, the bombardment from the other side began again.

Wave after wave of precise long-range strikes swept in like the Grim Reaper's scythe, constantly reaping the tanks in his front line.

His troops, right before his eyes, had become sitting ducks, helplessly taking a beating!

The humiliation and fury instantly shattered Ivanov's reason.

"Charge!"

He snatched up the radio handset and roared with every ounce of his strength.

"Everyone, charge!"

"Get close to them! Engage them at close quarters! Smash every last one of them into pieces!"

His only thought was to charge forward and drown the enemy beneath his numerical advantage in tanks.

That order also completely buried the last possibility 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 were like enraged beasts. They opened up the throttle, belching black smoke, and lunged toward Zhang Xueming's Armored Battalion.

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

However, this was precisely what Zhang Xueming had hoped for.

"Old Ma, it's our turn to put on a show!"

Sitting inside the command tank, Zhang Xueming patted the shoulder of the gunner beside him.

"Brigade Commander, just watch!"

Ma Xiufeng licked his slightly cracked lips, his eyes pressed firmly to the periscope.

"Those White Bear bastards actually think tanks are for lining up and getting shot! Today, we'll show them exactly what mechanized warfare means!"

The Feng Army's thirty Type 2 Tanks were the latest models Zhang Xueming had obtained at tremendous cost. Whether it was the power of their 75-millimeter main guns or the thickness of their frontal armor, they crushed the White Bear Army's antiquated Renault light tanks and Fiat 3000 wheeled armored cars by a wide margin.

"Target: the enemy's lead tank. Range: eight hundred meters. Correcting for wind drift... fire!"

Ma Xiufeng calmly issued the command.

Bang!

The shell left the barrel and carved a searing trail through the air.

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

Immediately afterward, another armored vehicle beside that tank was struck by the shell as it passed through, its tremendous kinetic force flipping the vehicle completely upside down!

Two birds with one stone!

Boom!

Two fireballs erupted simultaneously, creating a spectacular scene.

Inside the command tank, Zhang Xueming could not help bursting into laughter at the sight.

"Hahaha! Beautiful! Old Ma, you really are a genius!"

Ma Xiufeng merely curled his lips. As he rapidly rotated the turret in search of the next target, he muttered,

"Brigade Commander, stop laughing and hurry up and have the other crews open fire too! If we wait any longer, the two of us will take all the kills!"

Zhang Xueming laughed and cursed him.

"You rascal, you've even learned to steal kills!"

He picked up the handset, his voice filled with barely restrained excitement.

"All crews, attention! Fire at will! Send every one of these blind White Bear bastards back to their hometown!"

"Yes, sir!"

A series of roaring responses came through the communications channel.

The Feng Army's tank crews had been holding it in for far too long.

In an instant, the main guns of thirty Type 2 Tanks began to roar.

The battlefield instantly became a slaughterhouse for the White Bear Army.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Ivanov's troops finally charged into range and frantically opened fire in return.

However, when those small-caliber shells struck the frontal armor of the Type 2 Tanks, they could do nothing but spray strings of sparks and produce crisp metallic clangs. They could not inflict the slightest effective damage.

Most of the shells were deflected outright. Some even struck the gun barrels of their own tanks and knocked them askew.

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

"General! Requesting support! We're targets! We're nothing but live targets!"

The White Bear Army's communications channel was filled with the soldiers' despairing wails.

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

Meanwhile, the Feng Army's Armored Battalion fought with smooth sailing, its kill efficiency astonishingly high.

Ma Xiufeng had become completely blood-crazed. Every shot precisely struck a weak point in an enemy tank, either detonating its ammunition rack or snapping its tracks outright, turning it into an immobile iron coffin.

Ivanov's charge had become a completely thorough suicide run.

At the same time.

Outside Kulun City.

On the infantry positions of the Feng Army's Eighth Brigade, Chu Shixin, a six-foot-three Shandong giant, stood at the front line and addressed the troops.

He carried a twenty-shot Boxer pistol in one hand, while the other gripped a large saber gleaming with cold light.

"Brothers!"

His voice rang out like a bell.

"The Brigade Commander has entrusted us with the job of gnawing through the hard bone!"

"Up ahead is the White Bear bastards' defensive line! There's a minefield and Barbed Wire, as well as three defensive lines!"