Munitions Empire

Chapter 375 371 is really worth more than its value

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Sitting inside the cramped, crowded, and oil-scented tank, the young cadet, selected to become a future tank commander, felt incredibly stifled.

When he entered the military academy and achieved excellent results, being regarded as a top student, he never imagined that he would end up like this.

In his view, a military commander should ride a tall horse, survey the battlefield through binoculars, make strategic decisions, and command troops with authority.

Now, he could hardly see what was happening around him, let alone command thousands of troops with any degree of splendor.

At this moment, due to the noise, he had to yell at the top of his lungs to order the machine gunner next to him to open fire.

The space inside the tank was truly cramped; for him, it was hardly a place suitable for humans.

As the tank moved across the rough wilderness, his head occasionally bumped against the cold, hard steel plates of the tank's outer shell, a truly terrible sensation.

Moreover, the window he could use to observe his surroundings was just a series of incredibly frustrating slits.

Through this series of disjointed slits, he could barely make out the environment around his own tank, let alone clearly see the positions where the enemy was hiding—it was an impossibility.

With such observational conditions, the enemy could hide and fire until they ran out of ammunition and still might not be detected by those inside the tank, not to mention directing the tank to fire back.

The only consolation was that these new weapons were surrounded by steel plates, making it improbable for the enemy to cause any substantial harm to them.

The tank's vulnerable tires had been replaced by sturdy, steel-made tracks, turning this so-called tank into a terrifying presence without a weakness to the light infantry.

Unfortunately, for those operating the tank, its power was equally terrifying—the driver responsible for steering the tank forward knew this all too well.

To keep a straight direction in the complex battlefield environment was extremely difficult.

In order to avoid obstacles, even a slight turn in the tank's advance could cause a huge deviation in its direction of travel.

This was inevitable; today's tanks were not equipped with GPS navigation devices, so the tank operators had to judge their own positions on the battlefield.

At shorter distances, this was manageable, as there were some reference points from before departure to roughly determine one's location.

But as the distance increased, the tank crews could only rely on their experience and the remaining ninety-nine percent luck to judge the position of their tank.

At this moment, the "tank commander," who was a top student at the academy, felt he could hardly tolerate it anymore.

He knew that this exercise was important; the academy had deliberately arranged for over 150 students to witness this tank exercise, but he was on the verge of collapsing.

The unpleasant smell of machine oil assaulted his nostrils, making breathing feel like torture. Standing on the iron boxes of ammunition, he, who was practically squatting on them, finally opened the hatch above his head.

Due to the need to cram an extra person inside, the training Tank No. 1 had a pathetic ammunition capacity of just 500 rounds, over three-quarters less than the unmodified Tank No. 1.

He truly loved the design of this ultimate land warfare weapon! He was very optimistic about the design of these steel-beamed, iron-boned revitalized armored heavy cavalry.

"If there were more tanks, communication would be most needed... Only by informing each other of their situations could they avoid many unnecessary losses on the battlefield!"

On the exercise field, the "tank commander" who had opened the hatch finally managed to slow down the tank and avoided another that was almost charging across his path.

It was only at this moment that the other crew realized they had deviated from the exercise route, which had caused this close call.

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"Exactly! Communicating the battlefield situation is the foundation of the cooperation between tanks!" the instructor leading the students on a tour began asking questions. After a student finished responding, he started evaluating the quality of the answer: "You spoke well! Classmate!"

"Teacher! I think communication between tanks is very important, and so is the infantry! Without enough infantry cover, tanks become very vulnerable on the battlefield," another student followed up.

"You've made a good point! You can write a paper on this topic when you get back and hand it to me. The combined attack of infantry and tanks is a good subject; you're on the right track," the instructor said with a slight nod, taking note of the impressive student.

While the exercise was in full swing, at the docks of Dragon Island's harbor, a ferry with the help of a tugboat came to a stop next to the port dock.

The gangway was lowered, and a beautiful girl with fluffy ears was the first to jump down the gangway, standing on the concrete ground of Dragon Island's dock.

"Ha! Dragon Island! Here I come!" Yue'er clenched her little fists and excitedly stated her arrival while gazing at the already super-sized bustling city with vigor.

"Get in the car!" Before Yue'er knew it, a Rolls-Royce had pulled up beside her with the door already open, and Tang Mo's voice came from inside.

"Hm?" Yue'er hadn't expected Tang Mo to pick her up personally. Excited and a bit shy, she obediently bent her head and climbed into the car.

Then, it was Tang Mo's turn to be surprised.

Because the moment Yue'er got into the car, she threw herself into Tang Mo's arms without any reservations, and her soft red lips clumsily pressed against Tang Mo's.

"You... what are you doing... Mmm..." Tang Mo didn't get to finish his sentence before Yue'er's actions cut him off.

"I've caused you trouble," Yue'er said after their lips parted, batting her large eyes at Tang Mo: "I don't want to be a nuisance to you anymore..."

"..." Tang Mo had certainly not expected Yue'er to rush from Brunas to Dragon Island just to kiss him.

"I don't want to be bullied anymore. I have to... for myself, for you... live well!" With that, Yue'er bravely charged again, aiming for Tang Mo's lips.

Tang Mo couldn't help but smile wryly at being 'attacked' by a young girl and then reached out to hold Yue'er's slender waist.

Ah, you get what you pay for—Rolls-Royce really is a good car... This backseat space... indeed... worth every penny.

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Finally, an update... I still owe everyone 4 updates.