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Chapter 135: Mobile Artillery
In the midst of a thousand troops and horses, taking the enemy general's head might sound like a joke. People living in the twenty-first century know that if someone dared to do that, they would likely be riddled with bullets in the next second. However, this is not the twenty-first century. If there were a hundred or even a million soldiers, Ye Huan wouldn't care; perhaps if he was in a good mood, he might even wipe them all out.
But now, Ye Huan faced an army of millions from the Southern Xiongnu Empire. Just one person spitting could send him from the southern end of the capital to the northern end. Not to mention there were hundreds of professionals with lower ranks than him.
Understanding the dangers ahead, Ye Huan didn't dare waste time after descending from the city walls. He took out the 2012 Arms Encyclopedia, and in no time at all, thirty-five Type 99 main battle tanks appeared before the eyes of the hundreds of professionals led by Ye San. They lined up neatly; both the massive bodies and their fierce dark green color created a tremendous visual impact on these individuals who had never seen tanks before, akin to a young man seeing a mature beauty for the first time, longing to possess it.
In fact, without needing them to speak, these tanks were prepared by Ye Huan for them. Their loyalty to Huaxia Nation and their character were evident from their ability to survive on the battlefield until now. It was only fitting for them to drive the tanks. The only trouble lay with the tanks themselves.
In face of a charge, Type 99 main battle tanks would not fear any horses or vehicles. However, aside from the artillery, the machine guns mounted on the tanks were not very useful. Therefore, Ye Huan had to modify each tank individually. For instance, he wondered if he could drill a few holes in the tank's surface so that gun barrels could extend out during combat to face surrounding enemies.
With a surge of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy forming a sword nearly ten meters long in his hand, Ye Huan effortlessly plunged this sword into the nearly one-meter-thick side armor of a tank, creating a hole as easily as cutting tofu.
Witnessing this scene clearly, even though he had become the current leader of Dragon Hall and led many professionals here, Ye San's eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable. Shocked, he asked, "Warrior? Young master, when did you become a warrior?"
In Nine Provinces Continent, there is no such thing as dual cultivation; if one becomes a summoner, they cannot also be a warrior. This rule has never been broken in thousands of years. Ye Huan couldn't explain to Ye San that besides Nine Provinces, there were other continents with countless cultivators; doing so would be like playing music to a cow.
Having been a servant in Ye Family since childhood and enjoying life in Nine Provinces Continent was not necessarily bad for Ye San. Therefore, after using his sword to create another hole on the opposite side of the tank, Ye Huan felt uncomfortable under Ye San's constant gaze and couldn't help but instruct him: "By the way, Ye San, help me call Wei Yang and Zhang Ren down from the city."
After finishing his words, Ye Huan continued with his current task of digging holes. On the other hand, Ye San seemed to have felt a sense of returning to the Ye Family after hearing Ye Huan's instructions. He limped along and hurried up the city wall, his awkward posture not deterring the professionals he had brought along, who looked at Ye Huan laboring diligently with awe in their eyes.
It was no wonder; even the current leader of Dragon Hall was overjoyed after receiving a single command, so it was not surprising that these nameless individuals from Dragon Hall would look at Ye Huan with such admiration.
About ten minutes later, seeing the numerous holes that had appeared on the thirty-five tanks, Ye Huan nodded in satisfaction. Although the holes were not large, only about ten centimeters in diameter, they would make aiming from within the tank much easier. Coupled with the tank's rapid momentum, if a few M60 machine guns were mounted, it would undoubtedly become a mobile artillery platform.
Just as Ye Huan was admiring his creation, Zhang Ren, who had once caused quite a stir alongside Ye Huan in the Southern Xiongnu Empire, approached him. Upon seeing the tanks riddled with holes, he couldn't help but frown and asked Ye Huan, "Ye Huan, isn't what you're doing like opening a door in a sealed room and waiting for others to shoot arrows at you?"
"Others shooting arrows? Ha! The holes I've made in these Type 99 main battle tanks are not for others to shoot arrows through; they're for us to shoot out!"
With a cold laugh, Ye Huan offered no further explanation. He could already envision that if thirty-five tanks charged into that million-strong army, the Southern Xiongnu people would forever remember this thing called a tank and speak of it with fear.
As dusk deepened and night approached, the snowy capital remained visible despite the falling snowflakes.
Contemplating whether to launch a surprise attack on the Southern Xiongnu Empire's camp that night, Ye Huan took advantage of the bright evening to first teach Weiyang how to drive the tank. Then he personally guided the professionals from Dragon Hall in operating both the tanks and machine guns. Finally, he installed two M60 machine guns in each tank and equipped them with incendiary rounds.
Indeed, after becoming a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, Ye Huan's Summoning Book had undergone significant changes. For instance, when he summoned an M60 machine gun now, it came with two ammunition boxes and a small scope. Although the scope wasn't particularly useful, those two boxes of ammunition didn't require Ye Huan to carry his Summoning Book along with them.
The only regret was that up until now, there were still no walkie-talkies or similar arms listed in the 2012 Arms Encyclopedia. This posed quite a challenge for Ye Huan when leading so many people into an enemy camp.
As time passed and over a hundred professionals became familiar with operating the tanks, looking at the still dim night sky without consulting anyone else, Ye Huan sat inside one of the leading tanks with Weiyang and Zhang Ren. He gazed northward and cheerfully uttered two words: "Let's go!"
In an instant, the tightly shut city gates swung open rapidly as thirty-five Type 99 main battle tanks surged into the night towards the positions of the Southern Xiongnu soldiers...
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