"The Japanese armored cars are worth squat! Even if they rolled out tanks, I'd still find a way to turn them into iron coffins for the Japs! You guys stay hidden and set up an ambush; I'm heading to the high ground to hit them with something heavy!" Before his voice even faded, Leitao rushed toward the hillside like a gust of wind, crushing gravel beneath his feet. Clutching his Mauser pistol tightly, Liu Hong shouted at the top of his lungs, "Peng Liang, take two men and guard the rear! Everyone else, hold the flanks!"
Kneeling on one knee at the summit, Leitao pulled an RPG Rocket Launcher from the Bagua Spinning Top Space. The chill of the metal tube seeped into his palms, forming a fine layer of condensation. He braced the rear of the tube with his left hand and quickly unscrewed the armor-piercing round's safety with his right, hearing a crisp "click" as the ammunition chambered. Out of the corner of his eye, he scanned the advancing Japanese armored cars in a triangular formation. The tracks crushing the gravel translated into data streams in his mind—"Type 94, speed 35, southwest wind force 2, distance 400 meters...".
The crosshairs of the scope swayed slightly over the armored car. Leitao held his breath, his index finger resting lightly on the trigger. The moment the middle armored car rolled over a second protruding rock, he decisively squeezed the trigger. The rocket's tail flame smoked, and with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, the projectile pierced…
Chapter 437