Chapter 31: Bloodthirsty Mad Dragon (Part 2)

The terrorist leader glared and shouted, "Wipe out that group of Chinese soldiers and hang their heads on the treetops—that's our greatest salute to our fallen comrades!" ”
The tank driver nodded vigorously, slamming a pile of control sticks hard. The 42-ton T80 tank roared and roared, its roar echoing like crushing the ground, pressing straight over the dozen corpses. Although the terrorists and rebels following behind the tank killed without blinking, they listened to the terrifying sounds under the tank's tracks like broken wooden sticks and stared at the sticky substance seeping from the tank tracks like a meat grinder. They all involuntarily turned their heads away. He carefully held his breath.
Everyone present was certain that after this battle ended, they would have nightmares for at least three months. Such terrifying sounds and horrifying scenes had already exceeded the limits of what a normal human could endure.
After the tanks ran over, it was the Russian Marine Corps' dedicated amphibious armored transport vehicle that ran over this bloody, mangled, severed limbs everywhere, and filled with disgusting scenes. The driver inside the armored transport vehicle was vomiting while forcefully pushing the joystick.
Just as the rebels' T80 tanks and amphibious armored transport vehicles filed over these dozen bodies, splattering a bloody Asura trail over twenty meters long, just as all the terrorists turned their heads away and held their breath, they suddenly heard a terrifying roar behind them, utterly inhuman.
The war hero song actually jumped out from that pile of corpses!
He was the Chinese soldier's corpse still burning behind him. Although Yan Jun's 5th Special Forces nano bulletproof vest was riddled with bullets and could no longer provide good bulletproof protection, it still provided temporary insulation against burning gasoline.
No one could imagine how Zhanxiage lay among a pile of corpses, letting tanks and armored vehicles run over his head, enduring terrifying pressure.
No one dared to imagine how, under the tank's tracks, the corpses beside him were shredded, with the blood, flesh, bones, and brain matter of human corpses spraying onto his face like a tidal wave. How much willpower and endurance would it take for him to stay still, not cry, or vomit!
"Go to hell!"
Zhanxiage swung his hands in circles, standing in a bloody, mangled hell. He looked just like a hammer thrower competing in an Olympic competition. He tightly tied the bag in his hand, gathering the remaining grenades and Glory Grenades from all the Fifth Special Forces members, spinning two or three circles in the air. Then, with all his might, he swung his hands and tied the explosive packs containing a dozen grenades and more than a dozen "Glory Rounds" from the Fifth Special Forces soldiers, tracing a beautiful, graceful arc in the air. It slammed hard against the T8 tank and the Russian Marine Corps' dedicated amphibious armored transport vehicle!
"Boom!"
"Boom!!"
"Boom!!"
……
Chain explosions rang out behind the T80 tank and in front of the amphibious armored transport vehicle, sending clouds of smoke shooting up. The shockwaves and shrapnel roared, roared, and collided back and forth between the T80 tank and the armored transport vehicle, producing one terrifying sound after another, desperately tearing apart the bodies of these two metal war fortresses.
The T80 tank has the hardest, thickest, and heaviest defensive armor among Russian tanks. Even if an anti-tank rocket launcher attacks directly ahead within 200 meters, the chance of penetrating its frontal armor would not exceed 30%. Directly in front of the T80 tank, you can fully feel the terrifying strength and practicality of Russian tanks, like iron blocks.
But...... There is absolutely no perfect shield in this world! Let alone Russian tanks, which are "simple is beautiful" and can be mass-produced on the battlefield?!
The T80 tank's side armor is much weaker, and its rear armor plates are so weak that not only can they not withstand anti-tank rocket launchers, but even with autocannons or large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifles, they can easily penetrate them!
Amid the sharp scraping of metal tracks against the ground, the T80 tank—which had just been showing off and believing it was the world's absolute power—finally stopped roaring. Its armor was much weaker, at most able to withstand shell fragments and light machine gun bullets, and the Russian Marine Corps' dedicated amphibious armored transport vehicle crashed headlong into the rear of the T80.
"Tap tap tap......"
The crisp sound of the light machine gun firing rang out, and several rebels and terrorists who had stood a little farther away and not hit by the blast shockwave screamed and collapsed to the ground.
Covered in blood and flesh, Zhanxiage looked like a war god who had just emerged from the pool of blood in hell and returned to the mortal world. He held a Ban light machine gun in one hand and his M11 self-defense pistol in the other, charging forward at leopard speed. With a "crack" as both the light machine gun and M11 bullets were emptied, he threw off his weapon, summoned all his strength, and leapt up fiercely, tracing a graceful arc four or five meters long through the air. Just as he was about to crash into the armored vehicle, With a large hand, he grabbed the roof of the armored vehicle tightly, and with a slight force, flipped over and jumped onto it.
The vehicle's mounted 12.7-caliber machine gun roared again, carrying the anger and madness of its new master, fiercely sweeping at the terrorists who could still move, roll, jump, scream, and wail.
Suddenly, a head with blood-soaked eyes and a confused head emerged from beneath the armored vehicle's roof hatch. He blinked his bewildered eyes and looked at a monster whose entire body was blood-red, completely inhuman, firing wildly at the comrades and companions around him. He only let out half a cry before seeing a huge, burnt leather boot magnifying infinitely before him.
His head was slammed hard against the hatch by the war hero's song. Before being completely drowned out by the painful darkness, he clearly heard the terrifying sound of his neck bone being shattered. A cry came from inside the carriage. Zhanxiage drew his Huya combat saber—the one he had killed even himself—and leapt into the armored vehicle. Standing inside the armored vehicle, another figure whose face was also covered in blood, possibly the commander, opened his mouth wide. He stretched out his hand and opened his mouth wide. Before he could let out a second cry, the Tiger Fang Combat Saber from the Warrior Singer stabbed deep into his heart. In the last seven to twelve seconds of his life, he saw the Warrior Song, like a hellish war god, raise his Tiger Tooth Combat Knife again. The cold, fierce blood flashed through the air, and his neck was slashed hard by the Song of the Warrior. Immediately, his body felt light, His body, standing a full two hundred centimeters tall, was actually lifted up by the war hero Ge.
"Clack......"
This time, his spine was broken by the war hero Ge with his knee!
Zhanxiage lost the Song and was hit by three consecutive fatal attacks, turning into a pile of mud as the commander.
"Is there anyone alive? Is there anyone alive? Come out! Get out here!"
Zhan Xiage, his bloodshot eyes wide, patrolled around inside the armored vehicle. Someone who might be the driver was sitting in the driver's seat, but the grenade he threw shattered the armored vehicle's bulletproof window, and the blast severed half of his head. Aside from that, only two enemies remained that had just been killed by Zhanxiage with the most brutal methods.
Zhanxiage grabbed an AK47 rifle and several magazines hanging from the wall of the vehicle, then charged fiercely onto the armored vehicle's roof. He saw the T80 tank's hatch being pushed open, and a bloodied, trembling hand stretched out from inside. Zhanxiage raised the 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun in front of him and unleashed a frenzy, prolonged barrage of fire at the T80's already battered rear. Countless sparks flew from the rear of the tank, and the trembling, half-extended hand suddenly froze, then retracted into the tank compartment at a drop speed.
The soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces who had been hiding in the village and completing the ambush with Zhanxiage were all stunned. One soldier shouted loudly, "Squad leader, stop fighting! If you shoot through the tank's ammunition bay, you'll be blown to death too!" ”
"Blow them up?" Zhanxiage shook off the empty heavy machine gun and shouted, "They killed so many of my brothers—wouldn't it be too easy to blow them up?" Go find me gasoline, the more, the better! They can blow my brother to pieces with a single shot, and I will make sure they are ground to dust, with no place to be buried! ”
At this moment, no one dared to disobey Zhanxiage's orders. Twenty liters of gasoline were thrown into the tank, and he stood in the distance, watching the steel war machine suddenly explode in the flames. The turret was blasted more than ten meters high by the blast, rolling and groaning in the air, while Zhanxiage laughed wildly.
Several soldiers from the Fifth Special Forces nearby felt a chill run through their bodies; this was no longer the laughter of a normal human.
After enduring these bloody battles, lying among corpses and letting tank tracks run over their heads, there really aren't many soldiers who can maintain a normal mindset!