As he entered the tank position, the grenades hanging on his body were thrown out like a goddess scattering flowers, each one fast, fierce, and incredibly accurate.
Whether it was the tank's cooling vent or the track and wheel axle.
The throwing technique derived from the "Griffin Shooting Technique."
It might have lacked in some aspects, but at this moment, it was just perfect—
Boom, boom boom!
A series of explosions, and the three tanks around Jason came to a halt.
And this was just the beginning.
He kept moving, kept throwing.
With the sound of explosions, more tanks stopped.
And these immobile tanks became fixed targets for Edward, little Bansey, and Griffin in the distance.
Screech!
Boom!
One after another, mortar shells fell.
Destroying one tank after another.
But this destruction, compared to the total number of the Tank Corps, had just surpassed one-tenth.
