Liu Guozhu felt like a mackerel hiding in a can, with a giant outside trying to pry open the protective tin, yearning to swallow him whole.
The gunfire and barrage outside were so intense they made people's scalps tingle, with bullets coming from everywhere and explosions resounding all around.
However, the No. 4 tank he was driving remained incredibly sturdy, its thick armor blocking attacks from all directions.
Bullets banged against the tank's armor like raindrops hitting a roof, with one bullet striking the armor and ricocheting off, sparking a shower of sparks.
The sheer volume of incoming ammunition even wore away the paint on the tank, obliterating its original appearance and indicating bullet impacts so dense that some bullets hit exactly the same spots.
Seated in the commander's position, Liu Guozhu thought that for infantry to charge in such an environment was sheer madness; even with armor protection, it required immense courage to break through such defenses.
