"Order to execute Attack Plan B."

"Avoid the street ahead, split into two groups and pass through the residential area. The first group breaks through on the left, and the second group breaks through on the right."

"Received, row one!"

"Second row, received!"

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"Any obstacles or resistance encountered in the advance shall be destroyed by artillery fire."

"receive!"

"receive!"

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"Armored machine gun team, wipe out anything that gets close, including a cat!"

"Machine gun team, understood!"

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"Brothers, the target is just ahead. We only have three and a half hours left for our mission."

"What is the motto of our Third Armored Company?"

The commander's passionate voice echoed throughout every carriage of the convoy.

"Full speed ahead! Flatten them! Bomb them to the ground! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A series of synchronized slogans resounded through the communicator and even outside the tank.

The surrounding night seemed to tremble.

The distant rumble of gunfire made the low-rise houses on both sides of the street appear even more pitiful and desolate.

Because in the next moment, they will be overthrown by these cold-blooded, metal beasts, and neither the dilapidated brick walls nor the people inside will escape their fate...

"Third Armored Company, advance!"

With a command from the commander, the two ferocious tank squads left the narrow street.

They toppled dilapidated houses as they went, crushing piles of bricks and stones, and trampling over terrified and desperate human bodies.

The rumbling of tank wheels shattered the long, dark night.

The roar of tank main guns, and the occasional bursts of machine gun fire...

The wails and screams continued from the slums of Bailu Road.

Like a symphony of darkness composed by a steel devil.