Munitions Empire

Soon, the Tang Army's offensive began. A Type 64 Tank led the charge, crushing the dry bushes blocking its path with its treads.

Following closely was another Type 64 Tank, charging forward like a stallion set free, rushing toward the still-smoking defensive position of the Qin Army.

Behind the Tanks were the Tang Army's armored vehicles. These wheeled armored vehicles were extremely fast, equipped only with a 30mm caliber cannon on top, quickly seizing the defensive positions on both flanks of the Tanks, coordinating seamlessly.

These rapid-fire cannons were fiercer than the Tank's artillery, and more flexible in shooting angles, suppressing the Qin Army's light machine gun positions—if those light machine gun positions could still fire.

In fact, the Qin Army positions were almost silent at this point, with all strong points shrouded in white smoke, and hardly any survivors able to rise and counterattack.

A Qin soldier shook off the loose dirt on him and crawled up from the trench, his ears still ringing from explosions, and his face smeared with blood and dirt from who knows where.

He had just seen the terrifying weapon called a Helicopter, which hovered over their heads like a terrifying demon.

Out of fear, he and his comrades fired at the Armed Helicopter, but the opponent seemed completely unfazed by their 7.92mm caliber rifle bullets.

Both the Qin Army and Dahua were equipped with the Mauser Rifles previously used by the Great Tang Empire, a weapon incapable of troubling the Armed Helicopter.

Despite the Qin Army outfitting the Maxim and MG42 machine guns with anti-aircraft tripods to elevate the muzzles for enhanced air defense, these machine guns were suppressed by rockets before they could even fire.

The Tang Army moved as if there were no one in the field, a wheeled armored vehicle easily crossed the manned abandoned trenches, boldly charging toward the small hill behind the positions.

Not realizing the situation around him, the Qin soldier suddenly felt a shadow over his head; instinctively, he looked up and saw the somewhat complex chassis of the Type 64 Tank with two rolling tracks.

Instinctively, he searched for his weapon but found it had been lost somewhere unknown.

When he looked up again, the Tang Army's Type 64 Tank had already rolled over his trench, exposing the sky above once more.

Struggling, he stood up from the loose dirt, laboring to find a weapon around him. He knew there should be Hand Grenades in the place he just defended, and he wanted to find one to defend the last dignity of a Qin soldier.

Gradually, his hearing returned, and he could hear the noisy sound of the Tank engine and the shout from the Tang Army soldiers.

Several seconds later, he finally saw a wooden box half-buried in the loose dirt containing Hand Grenades. He crawled toward it and hadn't reached out to dig when he heard someone shouting above his head, "There's a live one here! Come quickly! Hey, you! What are you doing? Don't move!"

The Qin soldier instinctively stopped his action, transitioning from a crawling position to half-standing while kneeling, naturally raising his hands.

Now he could finally see the Tang Army soldiers standing at the edge of the trench; their military uniforms looked quite nice, at least they seemed comfortable to wear.

Compared to the Qin Army's M35 Steel Helmet, the Tang Army's, which appeared thick and covered in camouflaged fabric, seemed much more secure.

As they spoke, another Tang Army Tank rumbled by, indicating that the Tang Empire's Armored Corps had completely broken through. The large-caliber artillery the Qin Army prepared to seal the breach didn't play any role; they were thoroughly cleared by the Thunderbolt Attack Aircraft, leaving hardly any survivors.

Accompanied by the engine's sound, a wheeled armored vehicle stopped not far away, its long antenna swaying back and forth, indicating its specific role.

This was an armored command vehicle, equipped with a high-power radio station to ensure the Tang Army's communication and command. Following this armored vehicle were several trucks and various specialized vehicles.

Clearly, the command post of the regiment-level Tang Empire Armored Corps seemed to have advanced here: there were ammunition vehicles, command vehicles, fuel supply vehicles, along with medical vehicles and field kitchen vehicles, presenting a dazzling array.

"He may be injured!" The young Tang soldier who captured the Qin soldier looked down at the somewhat dazed captive and said to his comrades who had hurried over.

"Indeed, seems a bit dumb... could his brain have been damaged by artillery?" Another soldier pointed to his head, joking as he replied.

The kneeling Qin soldier holding his hands high felt his arms getting sore. He also wanted to retort to prove he wasn't dumb... unfortunately, he didn't dare to.

He didn't know what kind of abuse awaited him, nor whether the others would kill him outright due to food shortage or some strange reason.

In short, as a prisoner, one must have self-awareness, stay low-profile, and not anger the enemy to avoid losing his life.

Alas, if he truly weren't afraid to die, he would have continued to struggle to grab the Hand Grenade to die a martyr's death and end his life. He dared not, so he still cherished it.

"Call Brother Li to take a look." The young Tang soldier turned around to the man standing by the convoy with a white armband on his sleeve and shouted, "Brother Li! Brother Li! There's a captive here! Seems injured."

The military doctor holding the medical kit heard someone calling him, and, after greeting a nearby regimental officer, walked over quickly.

Honestly, the bombed-out positions were rugged, with soft soil and many gullies, making it quite a struggle for the military doctor to reach the soldiers.

He jumped into the trench, which was in shambles, knelt on one knee to inspect the Qin soldier's blood-smeared face, and reached out to open the collar to examine his neck: "This fellow's quite lucky, it's not his blood! It might be his comrade's..."

As he spoke, he pinched the Qin soldier's jaw, turning his neck to examine his ears: "The ears are damaged, but not too severe, he likely still has his hearing."

"Put your hands down... who told you to keep them raised?" Standing up, the military doctor glanced at the Qin soldier still kneeling with his arms raised, asking somewhat disapprovingly.

The Qin soldier dared not.

The military doctor took out a cigarette, lighting it between his lips, "Seems to be only 20 years old, quite pitiful... give him a hearty meal to talk afterward."

This time, the Qin soldier relaxed a bit... it seemed he had encountered good people.

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