Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1326 - 1127: Burying the T-72 Alive

"No! We can't let them in!"

Song Heping's tone was unwavering. He pulled over the Wagner Guard Captain, "Take a few n and imdiately gather all the explosives you can find! TNT, anti-tank mines, large-caliber shells, even cluster grenades! The more the better! Hurry!"

The Chef was stunned: "Blow up the tank? Use an IED to blow its tracks? Damn it, its turret is facing this way, and the infantry is following, it's hard to get close..."

"Not blowing up the tank!"

Song Heping interrupted him, his sharp gaze pointing to the two dilapidated buildings.

"Blow up the buildings! When that T-72 rolls over the rubble of the stone wall, simultaneously detonate the load-bearing structures of the buildings! Let the entire building collapse and bury it alive on this street!"

The Chef and Captain Wagner's eyes widened instantly.

Bury a T-72 alive?!

This plan was insane!

But...

If successful, it would not only take out this massive tank threat but also completely block this street with the collapsed building debris, forming a barrier far stronger than a stone wall, capable of preventing the enemy's follow-up armored units and large infantry from advancing in this direction for a long ti!

This would buy them crucial ti!

"Understood!"

The Captain Wagner imdiately pointed at two of his n, "You two, co with ! Go to the back and find the engineers and ammo handlers!"

"Everyone else!"

Song Heping turned to the remaining soldiers and guard mbers, his voice rising over the increasingly near gunfire and artillery noise, "Do everything to fend off the enemy infantry! Draw the tank's attention! Give the demolition team ti! We cannot let them interfere with the demolition team's operations!"

"Yes!"

The orders were swiftly executed.

The surviving governnt soldiers and Wagner mbers took cover behind the walls and ruins on both sides of the street, fiercely firing rifles and machine guns at the rebel infantry attempting to advance with the tank, desperately trying to prevent them from getting close.

Bullets whizzed through the air, and mbers of the "Victory Front" assault troops occasionally fell to the ground.

But all of this was just a tickle for the tank.

With the RPGs spent, the tank was king.

The T-72 tank was clearly drawn by the sudden firepower increase from the defenders, temporarily halting its advance as the coaxial machine gun on its turret spewed fiery tongues, fiercely sweeping across potential defender hiding spots in windows and cover, providing cover for the infantry behind.

Shell explosions, machine gun fire, soldiers' shouts, and screams mixed into a cacophony, turning this narrow street block into the center of a death vortex.

Ti passed by second by second, each dragging on like a year.

Song Heping's heart was in his throat as he continuously peeked out to observe the tank's movents, anxiously waiting for news from the demolition team.

Without anti-tank weapons, infantry can only trade their lives against the tank!

Finally, Captain Wagner and two mbers ca running back, panting, carrying several heavy wooden crates.

"Found them! Mr. Song! Four TM-62 anti-tank mines, more than ten 82mm mortar shells, and so blocks of TNT!"

"That's enough!"

Song Heping's eyes lit up, "Quick! Split into two groups, sneak into the first floor of those two buildings, find the key load-bearing columns and walls, place the explosives properly! Prepare the remote detonators! Quick action! The tank is about to move!"

Captain Wagner imdiately led the team to split and act, stealthily slipping into the two buildings destined for sacrifice under the cover of night and the ruins, moving as silently as agile cats.

At this mont, the gunfire from the surrounding governnt soldiers and Wagner rcenaries faded away.

The T-72 seed to think the defenders' resistance had been suppressed, restarting its engine, the hulking steel body roaring as it trundled over the rubble of the stone wall, swaggering into the death street.

Its massive gun barrel, like the Grim Reaper's staff, pointed at any corner that might hide resistors.

"Steady... steady..."

Song Heping clutched his fist tightly, his palm sweaty.

He whispered into the radio: "Demolition team, report status!"

"Building one is set!"

"Building two is set! Ready to detonate anyti!"

"Good! Wait for my command!"

Song Heping stared intently at the T-72 tank gradually moving between the two buildings. Its turret was slowly rotating, as if still searching for valuable targets.

Now is the mont!

"Detonate!"

Song Heping roared into the radio!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Several dull yet powerful explosions ca from within the first floors of the two buildings, flashes lighting up the darkness.

Amidst the fire and flying dust, the horrifying creaking as the reinforced concrete structures snapped!

The surrounding "Victory Front" infantry began screaming and fleeing.

Collapsed buildings with four or five floors are no joke; being buried alive is no fun at all.

The crew of the T-72 also seed to realize the danger, the hatch on the top of the turret suddenly opened as a crew mber tried to climb out to escape...

But it was too late!

The two already teetering buildings, their load-bearing structures completely destroyed, collapsed like giants stripped of their bones, crashing down onto the street center, engulfing the T-72 tank.

Hundreds of tons of bricks, concrete blocks, broken steel limbs, furniture, and debris...

Like an avalanche instantly subrged the entire street!

Enormous dust clouds rose to the sky, creating a mushroom cloud of death.

The indomitable T-72 tank didn't even have ti to let out a final cry before being completely buried under the rubble, leaving only a small section of the gun barrel exposed.