Chapter 421: Steel Torrent

5:20 a. m.

The assault was delayed by 20 minutes, Expeditionary Force position.

Everyone stared in amazement at the grand fireworks display.

"Truly damn spectacular!"

"I've never seen an explosion like this in my life."

"Blow the Little Devils to hell!"

The th Division soldiers, Tank Regiment, all could not help admiring the beauty of the air raid, it was simply too satisfying.

Zhang Bing set down the binoculars, "How many Little Devils are left?"

Of course, he dared not be careless; he knew the Little Devils' will to resist was extremely tenacious, especially in such a life‑or‑death standoff.

Especially Hu Xianqun and Gao Jiren, even in the previous Tonggu counter‑attack, they did not feel the pressure of the current war.

The lessons a few days ago were just assumed to be routine joint operations.

But when they truly saw fighters and bombers in the sky taking turns bombing the Japanese Army on the ground, they felt that despair; they had experienced it before, they kept retreating but never considered surrender. As long as they still breathed, they would drive the Little Devils out of Huaxia.

Now that despair is descending upon the Little Devils at Mei Miu.

The roar of the last B‑25 faded away, leaving only the P38 'Lightning' fighters of William's personally led 4th Squadron in the sky; the remaining aircraft returned to base for fuel and ammunition resupply.

William's 4th Squadron was tasked with patrolling the battlefield sky; should they encounter hard targets, ground troops could call for direct air support.

The death god on the Mei Miu battlefield had not left, but instead appeared in an even more direct form.

Two kilometers from the Japanese Army's front line, at the attack launch point, Hu Xianqun set down his binoculars. The Mei Miu before him was already shrouded in thick smoke and flames, the 'signature' left by the air force brothers.

"Finally it's our turn to act!"

"Relay my orders: all units load high‑explosive shells! Attack!"

Hu Xianqun crawled into the command vehicle and roared over the radio.

"Boom—"

The ground trembled again, this time due to the surface vibration.

Thirty‑six T‑34 Tanks started simultaneously, their V‑2‑34 diesel engines emitting that distinctive low rumble like a beast's roar.

The tracks rolled over rotten mud, kicking up clouds of sludge.

On the right wing of the T‑34s, Zhang Bing's twenty‑four Sherman Tanks roared to life. The Sherman's White engine sounded sharper, yet equally powerful.

The Tank formation arranged into a wedge, like a massive iron pincer, thrusting fiercely toward the Japanese Army positions at Mei Miu.

Gao Jiren's Regiment infantry kept tightly to the tanks' sides and rear, using the Tanks as mobile cover, advancing rapidly.

"Quick! Keep up with the Tanks! Don't fall behind!" Gao Jiren waved his pistol and shouted loudly.

"Yes!"

"Kill the Little Devils!"

"Damn, Xiao Liuzi, why rush so fast, come over and hide behind the Tank."

On the Japanese Army position, surviving soldiers of the 114th Regiment crawled out of the mud. Though the bombing had left them dizzy, years of strict training and Bushido Spirit quickly brought them into combat readiness.

"Anti‑tank gun! Get the anti‑tank gun out quickly!" the Japanese Army sergeant shouted hoarsely.

Several Type‑94 37 mm anti‑tank guns were dragged out of the ruins by the soldiers, their barrels aimed at the advancing steel torrent.

"Fire!"

The Japanese anti‑tank guns let out a desperate roar. Several 37 mm armor‑piercing shells struck the frontmost T‑34 armor.

"Ding—Bang—"

A crisp metallic clang rang out; the shell was mercilessly deflected by the T‑34's famous sloped armor. To a T‑34, the Japanese 37 mm gun was like a mere tickle.

That T‑34 didn't even slow down; its turret snapped around, the 76 mm gun roared, and a high‑explosive shell struck the anti‑tank gun directly.

Boom! The Japanese anti‑tank gun, along with several crewmen, was instantly hurled into the air, parts scattering everywhere.

Moreover, to ensure the enemy's fire points were eliminated, several Tank turrets swiveled toward the Little Devils' positions, thudding as shells fell around their anti‑tank teams.

Even if the anti‑tank gun wasn't destroyed, the Little Devils were unlikely to survive.

"Well done!"

"Charge! Crush them!" Hu Xianqun shouted excitedly over the radio.

The T‑34s accelerated, breaking through the first Barbed Wire set by the Japanese Army, their tracks mercilessly crushing the Trench.

The Japanese Army clearly made a final stand; even after their anti‑tank gun was destroyed, soldiers, under a sergeant's command, prepared to bomb the Tanks with cluster grenades.

Those Japanese suicide troops attempting to use cluster grenades on the Tanks hadn't gotten close before being precisely shot by the Regiment infantry accompanying the Tanks, or shredded by the Tanks' side‑by‑side machine guns.

"Left Little Devils, provide fire support." The Infantry Squad following Tank T022, led by Squad Leader Liu Hua, saw the charging Little Devils and shouted loudly.

"Yes, Squad Leader!"

Clack‑clack‑clack, the Mauser rifles behind, the MP40 Submachine Gun opened fire, and infantry behind the Tanks on both sides also fired, creating intersecting fire that instantly turned the charging Japanese soldiers into shrapnel.

On the left wing, Zhang Bing's Sherman Tank battalion encountered different resistance.

Binben Xisaburo realized the frontal T‑34s were hard to dislodge, so he shifted the few remaining Type‑47 47 mm anti‑tank guns he had to the flank, attempting to ambush the Sherman Tanks.

That indeed gave the Shermans some trouble. A 47 mm shell pierced the side armor of a Sherman, but the crew didn't abandon the vehicle; they deployed smoke and reversed.

"Second Platoon, suppress that fire point! Third Platoon, keep advancing!" Zhang Bing calmly commanded.

The Sherman's advantage lay in its excellent fire‑control system and turret rotation speed. A Sherman Tank commander spotted the cleverly camouflaged Japanese anti‑tank gun and quickly locked onto it.

"Armor‑piercing round, load!"

The gunner aimed through the periscope, his finger pulling the electric trigger.

"Bang!"

The 76 mm shell pierced the Japanese gun shield, detonating the ammunition depot directly; the gun disintegrated in the violent blast.

Zhang Bing, half‑leaning out, sprayed a squad of approaching Japanese infantry with a Thompson Submachine Gun. Seeing the threat cleared, he shouted, "Good job! Keep firing like that! Don't give the Devils a chance to breathe!"

Sherman tank group opened fire while steadily advancing. Their 76mm guns had tremendous destructive power against the Japanese Army's engineering works. Every shell fired would overturn a machine‑gun nest on the Japanese Army's positions.

T-34 tank and M4 Sherman tank both appeared on the Myanmar battlefield.

When faced with the aircraft in the sky, the Japanese Army felt fear, and when they saw fifty or sixty tanks appear on the ground, they felt despair.

The arrogant blaze that once roamed the Huaxia lands was instantly snuffed out by the Expeditionary Force soldiers.