He was a young Volunteer Army soldier, his face covered in soot, but his eyes glittered fiercely as he pulled out a bayonet.
Zheng Chen fell to the ground, constantly inching his body backward.
And that Volunteer Army soldier had already pierced the stomach of another American Federation soldier.
"Medic! Medic!!"
"Help me! Mom! Help me!!!"
"No! Run away!!!"
The battlefield had descended into complete chaos.
Soldiers of the American Federation were stunned by the sudden close-quarters combat, and their ranks began to crumble.
Some dropped their guns and attempted to run back, but more were forced to face the onslaught, sounds of bayonets clashing mingling with the cries of the dying.
Boom——!!
A deafening explosion.
Not far away.
The impregnable tank had transformed into a fiery ball.
A Volunteer Army soldier, covered in blood, somehow climbed to the back of the tank and stuffed an explosive pack into the engine compartment.
