West of Bailu Road, a slum.
Eleven T-62 main battle tanks, like a pack of brutal steel beasts, relentlessly demolished any houses that stood in their way.
With their cold, heavy bodies, they crush the suffering and poverty before them, and those lives as lowly as mud.
Beneath the tracks, the heart-wrenching cries were so helpless, so desperate...
Every shell can destroy a house.
The anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of the tank will not miss any moving object in its line of sight, not even a dog or a cat.
In just half an hour, the Third Armored Company advanced 300 meters into the enemy's territory.
This speed is definitely much faster than advancing along the street, constantly clearing landmines and ambushes.
Wherever the tanks passed, thick smoke billowed, turning everything into ruins.
On the blackened, broken walls, the flames from the explosion were still raging, and the severed limbs and bloodstains along the way were a horrifying sight...
The human body appears so fragile when faced with the machine of war.
......
At this time, 200 meters away from the direction the tank was heading, there was a low, dilapidated house.
Six figures were crouching on the roof ridge.
"Brother Kang, my house is gone, sob sob sob... and my mom is gone too."
A small, thin figure looked at the ruins billowing black smoke and cried sadly.
The suppressed and indignant cries moved those around her to tears.
This person who just lost his home and loved ones is only 16 years old.
Just a moment ago, he was still fantasizing:
Once this battle is over, he will receive a generous reward, and then he will take his mother to the biggest noodle shop in the south of the city to enjoy a bowl of delicious beef noodles.
Also, a big bowl of beef noodles must be topped with some fresh cilantro, because it's my mother's favorite...
"Brother Kang, sob sob sob... My mom is gone, I want to go back to find her."
On the dilapidated roof, the thin figure suddenly stood up and was about to climb down and rush towards the tank.
A tall, burly man next to him grabbed him and hissed:
"Black Egg, are you crazy? Going back to your death?"
"Brother Kang, please let me go back and take a look!"
"No, it's dangerous to go back now. We should wait until these metal lumps are gone before we can see anything..."
The skinny black egg tried hard to break free from the man's iron grip, but after several attempts, it was all in vain.
Helpless, Black Egg had no choice but to squat down again. His small, dust-covered face had a pair of eyes that stared fiercely at the tank in the distance, as if they were about to spit fire.
"Brother Kang, this can't go on. We can't stop their tanks, and many people will die."
A lean man next to him said in a deep voice, "Not only Heidan, but which of these brothers from the brick kiln gang doesn't live in this slum area?"
Tonight, the Bai family's tank force, instead of taking the narrow streets, brutally crushed the residential area, catching them completely off guard.
The gang's previous plan to use anti-tank mines and RPG rocket launchers to stop the armored forces from advancing was aborted.
The tanks entered the residential area of bungalows. The damaged houses were secondary; the most terrifying thing was the residents trapped inside.
If these vicious tanks are not stopped soon, who knows how many more innocent lives will be lost along the way...
The tall, burly man known as Brother Kang stared with bloodshot eyes at the approaching tank formation, and finally made up his mind:
"Zhao Liang, take 50 people and evacuate the residents in the vicinity as soon as possible. Save as many as you can."
"Got it, Brother Kang, I'll get on it right away!"
The lean man, Zhao Liang, nimbly jumped down from the low house and disappeared into the shadows of the house in a flash.
"We can't wait any longer, Black Egg. Take some men back and get the high explosives. Go quickly and come back fast."
Brother Kang continued to give instructions:
"The rest of you, take anti-tank mines and rocket launchers. We'll attack from the flanks and try to harass and slow down the tanks' advance."
"Roger that, I'm going back to get the explosives, let's blow that up!"
Black Egg quickly slid off the roof and disappeared into the darkness.
The remaining three quickly blew their whistles, and over a hundred figures suddenly emerged from the shadows of the surrounding houses.
Each person was either carrying an RPG rocket launcher or carrying rockets and anti-tank mines.
"Pass down the order: form groups of three, approach the tank from both sides, and attack when the opportunity arises."
"clear!"
Soon, more than 100 members of the Wayao Gang formed more than 30 attack teams and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
More than 100 meters away, a group of tanks and armored vehicles were rumbling forward, spewing black smoke and flames.
Along the way, countless dilapidated houses were demolished and countless innocent poor people were slaughtered.
......
There are still 3 hours until dawn.
Half of the southern part of the city is already engulfed in fierce fighting.
On such a dark night, no one knows how many people will still be alive when dawn breaks.
Whether you are a soldier fighting in the war or a civilian hiding at home, you are as fragile as a piece of duckweed in the face of a cold bullet.
After a hailstorm, the unfortunate will be crushed, while the lucky ones can numbly continue living, waiting for the next battle to begin...
......
From the window of an office on the 9th floor of the Quincy Building.
Lin Dong has been standing for an hour.
The distant flames and black smoke rising into the sky flashed incessantly in his dark pupils, like a scene from a fantastical war movie.
The continuous gunfire and explosions constantly reminded him that this was a real world.
And he is participating in, or rather, changing a piece of history called Kokang.
It all began the day Nan Du was released from prison, when he stormed the Bailuhu villa and slaughtered dozens of Yunying Society members in one night.
Lin Dong's heart seemed to have become incredibly hard.
No matter how much life, death, and suffering he faced, it was difficult to stir his compassion.
Because he knew that if he wanted to dominate and live a better life in this world, a saintly heart was the greatest poison.
"Heaven is ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs; the sage is ruthless, treating the people like straw dogs."
He, Lin Dong, is neither Heaven nor a saint.
He was just a reborn person, a lucky one chosen by the system.
But Lin Dong is a person who truly lives for himself.
How many people like him are there in the world?
While Lin Dong was lost in thought, Kun Sheng, who had been sitting anxiously at the tea table for more than an hour, suddenly ran over excitedly.
Before he even arrived, his trembling, excited voice made Lin Dong frown:
"Boss Lin, the Kokang King is calling you!"
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