PDLP Chapter 327 Yue Ying Uses Tanks to Break the Stalemate
Chapter 327 Yue Ying Uses Tanks to Break the Stalemate
Two valiant warships belonging to Li's army, like blades cutting through the waves, finally cleaved through the impenetrable wall of Jin warships and regained their freedom. They parted ways, one on the left and one on the right, like a dance of two dragons, launching a sudden attack from behind, unleashing a barrage of fierce bombardment on the Jin warships. In an instant, the Jin army's hard-won formation crumbled into chaos, as if swept away by a raging storm.
Seeing the Jin warships closing in, the machine gunners of Li's army, their eyes resolute and their movements swift, switched to incendiary bombs without hesitation. They pulled the triggers, and tongues of fire spewed forth, like raging heavenly flames, mercilessly engulfing the enemy ships. Amidst the roar of anti-tank guns and the howling of machine guns, several Jin warships were instantly engulfed in flames, thick black smoke blotting out the sky, highlighting the chaos and despair.
This naval battle was filled with tension and excitement at every moment, and the bravery and wisdom of Li's army were fully demonstrated in this life-or-death situation.
On the docks, the flames of battle had reached a boiling point. The Jin army's offensive seemed confident and methodical, advancing step by step. Leading the charge were the shield bearers, wielding heavy iron shields. Like moving rocks, they used their incredibly thick shields to construct an impenetrable barrier, blocking the dense barrage of bullets from the Li family army. Although their steps were clumsy and slow due to their heavy loads, their defensive strength was not to be underestimated.
The second line of defense was now teetering on the brink of collapse, facing numerous perilous situations as Jin troops surged forward like a tidal wave, breaching this seemingly impregnable barrier time and again. However, the soldiers of Li's army, each brave and fearless, fought with their lives on the line, giving their all in every counterattack, ultimately annihilating the Jin soldiers who had breached the defenses and holding onto this crumbling line.
Behind that impregnable second line of defense, the mortar positions were like a boiling furnace. The continuous roar of artillery fire made the barrels of each mortar so hot they could practically fry an egg. Soldiers had to urgently bring in buckets of cool water, carefully cooling these steel behemoths to prevent them from malfunctioning at the most critical moment. Before them, the Jin troops surged forward like a tidal wave, each step pressing on the already tense nerves of the defenders. The officer in charge of the mortars, his brow furrowed, was anxious and impatient, but could only silently pray that the artillery fire would weaken this seemingly invincible offensive more quickly and accurately.
In this life-or-death struggle, the soldiers of Li's army wielded semi-automatic rifles with sharp and effective bayonets, which usually brought ordinary enemies to their doom with a single flash of their gleam. However, against the Jin soldiers clad in double armor, who resembled mobile fortresses, these once invincible bayonets proved ineffective. After several exchanges, even the meticulously crafted blade-shaped bayonets of the Mao Kingdom broke against the hard armor, failing to leave a single wound. The soldiers were left holding broken blades, their eyes gleaming with resentment and anger.
Such a situation not only tests the limits of weaponry and equipment, but also challenges the will and determination of every soldier. Under this sky blackened by smoke and fire, every second of perseverance is the deepest desire for victory.
On ancient battlefields, facing heavily armored cavalry and infantrymen who stood like iron towers, our ancestors had long possessed wisdom and prepared invaluable weapons to defeat them. Among the dazzling array of eighteen types of weapons, the spiked club, the heavy mace, and the meteor hammer were specifically designed to counter these armored warriors. Spears were sharp, and blades were cold, yet they could hardly penetrate layers of iron walls. Therefore, the wise ancients turned to the power of blunt weapons, using gravity rather than sharpness to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.
Warriors with the strength to lift a cauldron wield heavy spiked clubs, each swing like a mountain collapsing. The dense spikes leave afterimages in the air, and once struck, even the strongest armor is doomed to deform, while the flesh and blood beneath cannot withstand the blow. Others wield heavy maces, steadily and resolutely smashing them into the enemy ranks. Wherever the mace passes, nothing is indestructible; even the strongest defenses tremble under this brute force. Still others wield meteor hammers, their whips moving with the ropes, the hammer's shadow streaking across the sky like a meteor, fast as lightning, with exceptionally tricky angles. Once it hits, it inflicts severe damage; even heavily armored warriors find it difficult to escape unscathed from this barrage of attacks.
These seemingly clumsy yet incredibly powerful weapons, in the hands of warriors of immense strength, became fearsome presences on the battlefield. Each swing carried the determination to end the battle, rendering the enemy's heavy defenses ineffective, striking vital points, and killing instantly, demonstrating the ancients' profound understanding and exquisite application of the art of war.
The Jin troops that attacked Li's army's fortified positions numbered around 40,000 to 50,000, and most of them were brave and skilled cavalry. Their mobility was like a whirlwind on the grasslands, sweeping across the land. This is why, even with Li's army's fierce firepower, they were forced to retreat step by step.
Just as that crucial second line of defense was teetering on the brink of collapse, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the rear of the Jin army, followed by the incessant roar of machine guns. As far as the eye could see, several dark, steel behemoths, like messengers from hell, lined up and relentlessly crushed the Jin soldiers' ranks.
Atop the tanks, machine gunners calmly and precisely maneuvered their weapons, unleashing a deluge of firepower upon the Jin soldiers; each bullet carried the scent of death. Behind this steel torrent, however, lay hidden unforeseen variables, instantly making the entire battle unpredictable and volatile.
The Jin general in charge was shocked to see this and shouted to his centurions, "Stop them! Don't let them get through!"
Tanks first appeared in the later stages of World War I, when the British used trains to transport them to the front lines, intending to use these secret weapons against the German army.
In the ingenious design of the British, these massive steel structures were given the euphemistic name "water tank" to conceal their secret as the new darlings of war—this is the interesting story behind the birth of the word "tank." The advent of the tank was like a sharp sword, slicing through the shadows of trench warfare that had lingered for generations, bringing unprecedented changes to the battlefield.
However, the wheels of history rolled on, and the technological path of British tanks seemed to have inadvertently deviated from its predetermined course, while Germany, like a latecomer master craftsman, fully explored the potential of armored forces. With its massive armored formations and the tactical advantage of rapid mobility, Germany swept through France like a storm, showcasing the pinnacle of armored warfare capabilities.
"Ding! Ding! Clang!..."
The Jin soldiers who got close to the tank used their weapons to strike the tank's outer shell with all their might, but they could only leave a few white marks on the tank's hard armor.
As the soldiers of Li's army beside the tank fired a burst of short bursts from their assault rifles, the bodies of the Jin soldiers were directly crushed by the tank tracks, leaving only two red bloodstains on the grass.