As the platoon leader ran forward, a bullet whizzed past his steel helmet. The Shen Army troops quickly spotted him and fired several shots at him.
Fortunately, there were no machine guns nearby, and the sporadic single shots were actually very inaccurate, so the platoon leader managed to sprint to the crippled No. 4 assault gun without harm.
With the hunk of metal as cover, the bullets assaulting him greatly decreased. It was behind the No. 4 assault gun that the platoon leader noticed several Tang Army soldiers lying on the ground.
He knelt on one knee and examined the corpses of these soldiers. Some had bloody orifices, others wounded chests; all had been killed by the recent explosion. The damn large mine had achieved in an instant what even the Shen Army might not have accomplished.
Wiping his face, the platoon leader stood up and carefully inspected the paralyzed No. 4 tank, whose tracks had snapped from the blast and hung loosely on the deformed drive wheel.
