Breaking Through the Tank Formation

One month later.

More than half of the Allied forces of the three nations, numbering over two million, had pushed into French cities, clearing out the remaining German troops and liberating most of France. Ahead of them now lay the border of Germany itself.

This was also the hardest wartime defense line to break through. German steel tank units and armored vehicle forces had established layers upon layers of heavy-firepower defensive positions in the border cities.

The three-nation Allied army, which had been advancing triumphantly all the way, suffered a devastating barrage upon reaching the German defensive combat zone. Tens of thousands of vanguard troops were cut off outside the line.

"As long as we break through this layer of defense, our army can drive straight into the heart of Germany and perhaps even seize the enemy capital in one stroke!"

Fury, who led one of the Allied vanguard units, furrowed his brow. He poked his head out from behind a shattered wall and used military binoculars to look toward the distance half a mile away. Giant tanks stood in a row like steel fortresses, countless dark cannon barrels angled toward the area ahead.

Everyone understood the logic, but breaking through the enemy tanks’ defensive line was far from simple. This was not a gap in armed strength that could be bridged by numbers. No matter how many soldiers were sent forward, they would only become cannon fodder.

Fury waved a hand and asked a frontline communications officer, "Where are our bomber planes? Why haven’t they arrived to support us yet?"

The communications officer, who had just finished contacting the rear by telegram, reported, "Germany has deployed nearly all of its aircraft into the skies, greatly affecting our bombing missions. They probably won’t be able to reach this area for the next few days."

"Without aircraft and tank reinforcements, are we supposed to use soldiers’ bodies to break through this heavy-firepower line?!" Fury gritted his teeth. As he considered a solution, the face of a cold young man surfaced in his mind.

If he were here, he would definitely have a way to break through this battlefield defense line.

Fury sighed. Since Kyle had vanished from the frontline combat zone a month ago, not a single soldier had seen him again.

Where exactly had Kyle gone? With his strength, he would not have left such a major battlefield for no reason unless something had happened midway.

As Fury stood lost in thought, a group of soldiers suddenly cried out from beside him.

"Lieutenant Fury, two people on motorcycles are charging toward the tank defense line ahead! One of them should be Major General Kyle—it’s Major General Kyle!" The communications officer held binoculars in one hand while excitedly slapping the dirt cover with the other.

Kyle?

Fury’s heart jolted. Not even caring where he had put his own binoculars, he snatched the communications officer’s pair and looked toward the battle zone ahead.

At that moment, the German tank force seemed to react as well. Several tanks aimed at the area first, their cannons roaring as they blanketed the already crater-riddled ruins ahead in a sea of explosions and flames.

"Wooo—"

Yet the engine’s roar still echoed. Concealed by the flying gravel and dust kicked up by the bombardment, two modified motorcycles burst out of the sea of fire and continued charging forward at high speed beneath the tank cannons.

On one motorcycle sat a young man clad in black battle gear, a signature one-handed sword strapped to his back. On the other sat a weathered middle-aged man in a jacket and jeans, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

The two looked less like they were risking their lives to break through a bombardment zone and more like they were racing motorcycles in everyday life, speeding side by side without yielding to each other.

"So it really is Kyle. I worried for nothing all this time." Fury lowered the binoculars. After muttering to himself, he suddenly realized something, stood up, and shouted an order. "All vanguard soldiers! Ready your weapons! The moment Major General Kyle charges into the enemy tank defense line, launch a coordinated attack forward immediately!"

Boom!

A shell streaked through the air with a shrieking tail, slammed into the ground, and reduced everything within three meters—including the rubble—to dust. Flames and shockwaves swept outward.

Kyle rode his motorcycle with ease, reacting swiftly as he continuously made minute adjustments to the controls. He narrowly dodged the dense bombardment again and again, while the collateral shockwaves from the explosions were easily blocked by the Venom Suit on his body.

Logan’s eyes were filled with coldness and killing intent. As he drove, high-speed shrapnel and stones from the explosions grazed his face, yet his expression did not ripple in the slightest.

"Are you sure that man is among the tank forces ahead?" Logan asked in a low voice.

"Of course." Kyle nodded, then clarified, "Sabretooth has been cautious enough this past month. He never showed himself in small-scale battle zones where he wasn’t certain of victory. It was only this morning that Blue Eagle discovered he was hiding among the German forces here. But I’m not sure which tank he’s in."

"That’s enough," Logan said coldly. "Once I get close enough, I’ll be able to smell the stench coming off him."

"Okay. I’ll create chaos and break the tank formation’s defenses while I’m at it. You find him and force him out!" After Kyle spoke, he twisted the handle again. The motorcycle beneath him surged to top speed, using a small dirt mound ahead as a ramp to launch three meters into the air.

Boom!!

The next instant, several shells struck the ground they had just crossed. The resulting shockwave blasted the airborne motorcycle away, while Kyle planted his feet on the seat and leaped forward off the bike.

A distance that had originally been more than ten meters was crossed by Kyle in mere seconds. When he landed from the air, the steel tank that had been relentlessly firing was already right before him.

"The first one." Kyle’s eyes turned icy. Before the tank could fire again, he stomped off the ground and leaped high into the air, driving his clenched right fist directly into the hollow cannon barrel.

The shell being loaded into the barrel collided with the fist protected by the Vibranium Bracer, instantly triggering an explosion inside the tank. Amid the wails of the soldiers within, flames, and shockwaves, the steel tank was completely reduced to a pile of ruined scrap.

Kyle pulled his right arm from the cannon barrel. His shoulder had been slightly injured by the shell’s blast, but beneath the concealment of the Venom Suit, it quickly healed without a trace.

The blue Ability Card, Healing Factor! It had been successfully drawn on the very first day after he reached an agreement with Logan.

The Perfect Physique of the original Super Soldier did not provide a noticeable increase in strength or speed. Its most significant improvements were stamina, vitality, and healing ability.

Because of that, Kyle had the confidence to carry out extreme attacks that seemed self-destructive but were actually perfectly normal. With the Healing Factor Ability Card as insurance, his physique could truly be called a human weapon!

Kyle accelerated and leaped onto the tank beside him. He drew his Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword and severed the steel connections, forcibly yanked open the hatch on top, smiled faintly at the few soldiers inside, then pulled the pin from a prepared high-explosive grenade at his waist and tossed it in.

He quickly shut the steel hatch again. A muted explosion sounded through the tank’s Iron Armor, followed by black smoke continuously leaking from the hatch and cannon barrel.

"The second one."

Kyle stood coldly atop the damaged tank, counting. Just as he was about to deal with the remaining tanks one by one, a dense rain of bullets shot at him from the side, only to be completely deflected by the Venom Suit with a series of metallic clangs!

I spent some time on Logan’s storyline. The pace of the war will speed up from here on out—just enjoy the excitement.

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