He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

In a daze, they felt as if there was a huge object blocking their way, and the bright lights made it difficult for them to see clearly for a moment.

As their pupils gradually adjusted to the light, the majestic and enormous beast before them revealed its true form, and their pupils suddenly shrank to slits.

hiss……!
A collective gasp filled the workshop.

Old He's eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief. He pointed at the enormous thing in front of him, unable to contain his excitement, and his voice trembled slightly.

"This...this...this is...?"

After seeing what was blocking his way, Zhuo Yi was completely stunned, his jaw almost dropping to the ground in shock.

With an incredulous look on his face, he hesitated for a long time before finally admitting his lack of culture and simply uttering "Holy crap!"

"Holy crap! A tank!?"

That's right.

It's a tank.

What Zhang Beixing brought them to see was a ZTZ-96 main battle tank that had been extracted from a book using the system!
Made in China, the second-generation king of land warfare!
Of course, the world's military encyclopedia also includes more advanced main battle tanks.

For example, the German-made Leopard IIA6 has powerful engines, strong protection, and excellent fire control; or the US M1A2SEP, which is the most advanced digital tank currently in service with the US military; and the Chinese Type 99 new main battle tank, which ranks third in the world.

However, although these tanks were more advanced and Zhang Beixing was capable of driving them, Lao He and his men were not.

Tanks aren't something one person can drive, so Zhang Beixing had to consider many more things.

Among these, the Type 96 tank was naturally the tank model that Zhang Beixing was most familiar with, and its performance in all aspects was also excellent, so he naturally chose the Type 96 without hesitation.

Old He was so shocked he was speechless. Before he knew it, he walked up to the tank and reached out to touch the king of land warfare, whose body was covered with countless reactive armor plates.

"This...this, am I dreaming?"

As he spoke, Old He suddenly turned around, looked at Zhang Beixing, and asked, "Where did you get this?"

Zhang Beixing was taken aback, uh...

At the time, he was only focused on breaking through the encirclement; he didn't think about anything else.

Zhang Beixing waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about the details. Just tell me, isn't he handsome!"

Zhuo Yi's eyes were sharp, and he immediately rushed over, touching the tank from the left and rubbing it from the right, his face full of affection.

"Awesome! So awesome! What's an AK47 compared to this? This is a man's dream!"

He didn't care at all where Zhang Beixing got the tank.

Old He glanced at Zhang Beixing's expression with a puzzled look, realizing that he had his own little secret, so he just smiled and remained silent.

Yes, at this point, whether we can survive is another matter, why worry about so much now?

Zhang Beixing leaped onto the tank, sat down casually, and patted the vehicle beneath him, asking with a laugh.

"Comrade He Jianguo, will the meeting be held?"

Old He nodded happily and said, "I've learned a little, and I know how to fire the cannon."

"That's good!" Zhang Beixing boasted. "I can drive and use artillery."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to Zhuo Yi.

Zhuo Yi chuckled awkwardly, "Hahaha... I don't know how to do this..."

Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "What can you do besides brag?"

“We’re all mischievous kids, but Zhang Nengliang is much better than you.”

"Who is Zhang Nengliang?" Zhuo Yi asked, bewildered.

Zhang Beixing casually replied, "Nobody. I'll introduce you two sometime."

“This tank needs three people. Lao He will be the gunner, I will drive, and the commander will give orders… I’ll do both. Zhuo Yi, you can sit in the commander’s seat and keep an eye on the field of vision for us.”

Old He said solemnly, "Received!"

Zhuo Yi was taken aback, but upon hearing that there was still a spot for him, he was overjoyed.

"Yes, mission accomplished!"

Main battle tanks are deadly weapons on the battlefield!
With this iron lump, what's there to worry about in breaking through?

Anyone who dares to stand in our way, we'll fire a shot at them first. If one shot isn't enough, we'll fire two. We guarantee the ailment will be cured!
Even if the rebels have rocket launchers, which pose a significant threat to tanks, the reactive armor on the tank hull is not to be underestimated.

Made in China! Top-notch quality, you think this is a joke?
Old He snapped out of his excitement and joy, staring blankly at the enormous beast before him, and asked, "But this tank can't hold many people."

Zhang Beixing waved his hand and raised his chin, gesturing for him to look to the side.

Suddenly, as if he had just thought of something, Lao He immediately turned his head and looked over, his expression instantly becoming quite interesting.

Behind the tank, there were three armored vehicles and two large military trucks, all of which were military products manufactured in China.

Looking around, Lao He saw dozens of rifles piled up on the warehouse floor—QBZ-95, M4A1, ACR, SCAR assault rifles, and so on, all available.

In addition to these weapons, the truck bed was also filled with bulletproof vests, so many that there was almost enough for one set for each person.

Seeing so much equipment piled up in the car, Lao He, who was well-traveled and boasted that he had seen more of the world than young people had eaten salt, was completely unsettled.

"This...this is too..."

Look, he's so excited he can barely speak.

Zhuo Yi's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he jumped up towards the military truck in two or three steps.

As if he had stumbled into a treasure trove, he picked up this rifle to examine it, then picked up that one to look at it, loving them all and talking to himself incessantly as if they were his most prized possessions.

"My God, Brother Beixing, did you rob an armory?"

"Holy crap, this is... a SCAR assault rifle? This is the rifle used by the US Navy SEALs!"

"The G36 assault rifle, a new type of rifle used by the D country's Federal Defense Forces, has a theoretical rate of fire of over 750 rounds per minute. That's awesome."

"And the Type 95! This is the first time I've ever seen a real one. Wow, this is quite an eye-opener!"

With so many weapons, Zhuo Yi was overwhelmed and didn't know which gun to pick up. He was covered in guns and grenades, looking exactly like an arms dealer.

Zhang Beixing frowned slightly and knocked hard on the door of the military truck.

"Teacher Yu, is this how you work? We've almost emptied the place, what are you doing?"

"Who is it?!" Mr. Qian, who was half asleep, suddenly woke up with a start, hurriedly got up, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Upon seeing that the person outside the car window was Zhang Beixing, Boss Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief, let out a "hey," and slowly rolled down the car window, looking like he hadn't woken up yet. "And you're one to talk! You called me to this godforsaken place to watch over the equipment before dawn. I stayed up all night, and I had just managed to doze off for a bit before you woke me up."

"How is it?" As he spoke, Boss Qian stuck his head out and looked around. "Is everything still there?"

Zhang Beixing chuckled and said, "As long as you, this unscrupulous merchant, don't embezzle, you'll generally get your share."

"Hey, what are you saying? You, Teacher Yu... ugh, do you think I'm that kind of person?" Boss Qian almost got dragged into this mess.

The car door opened, and Boss Qian jumped out of the car, waving to the group.

"Alright, you guys figure it out yourselves. I need to go back and catch up on some sleep."

"No delivery."

"Don't bother seeing me off."

After Boss Qian left, the three of them sat down under the tank and began to discuss their breakout plan.

Old He reported on the combat effectiveness one by one.

"There are still 21 security guards in the factory who are capable of fighting. Eleven of them were killed in last night's battle, three were seriously injured, and five were slightly injured."

"Including the existing AKs, we have 57 rifles, 2,000 rounds of ammunition, 100 grenades of various types, 30 smoke grenades, 12 flashbangs, and a number of bulletproof vests."

Zhang Beixing nodded and said calmly, "Besides the security team, there are still fifty-six male workers in the factory. If we want to break through, whether they are Chinese or Black brothers, these people must take up arms to protect themselves."

Lao He had no objections, and Zhuo Yi also agreed.

In times of war, it's better to rely on yourself than on others. To survive, you can't just wait for someone to rescue you. As for the others, Zhang Beixing has neither the responsibility nor the obligation to help these unrelated people evacuate.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang.

Moreover, as a veteran reconnaissance company commander, Lao He's reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance capabilities were top-notch; Zhang Beixing, as a special forces commander, was undoubtedly capable; and there was also Zhuo Yi, a military enthusiast. The three of them shared their opinions and quickly reached a consensus on the timing and plan for the breakout.

After final discussions, Zhang Beixing made the final decision.

"The warship will leave port at 8 p.m., and everyone must successfully break out of the factory before 3 p.m.!"

"Dane is an arrogant bastard, and he must be holding a grudge about last night's defeat. Someone as proud as him is always ready to take revenge on us, and he can't wait to."

"I think it won't be long before they attack the factory again. When that happens, we'll lie in wait, set a trap, let them in, and this time we'll make sure to wipe them all out!"

Old He solemnly replied, "Understood!"

Zhuo Yi also replied with a serious expression, "Understood!"

……

Just as Zhang Beixing had predicted, "Old Man's" arrogance and anger blinded him.

Father was furious about last night's defeat. After killing General Audu, he immediately rushed back to the camp outside the factory and mobilized a large number of Red Turban Army soldiers to surround the factory area.

Not only that, Dad even mobilized more than a dozen M-type tanks, preparing to raze the factory to the ground!
The old man stood with his hands on his hips under the shade of a tree, frowning as he looked in the direction of the factory, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

He seemed to already foresee how he would avenge himself and make that wolf cub who dared to provoke him kneel before him and beg for mercy!

A long-haired mercenary strode over, stopped a short distance away, and shouted.

"Boss, everything is ready, we can attack at any time!"

"Pooh……!"

The old man spat out the grass stalk he was holding in his mouth, then waved his hand sharply and grinned maliciously.

"set off!"

In the old warehouse workshop of the machine factory, all the workers, regardless of gender or whether they were Chinese or Black, gathered together.

Lao He and Zhuo Yi quickly moved through the crowd, distributing all the available weapons and equipment.

All able-bodied men had to take up arms to protect themselves and their families. At that point, there was no one left to protect them.

Each worker was given a bulletproof vest, and the children even wore two vests each, ensuring the best possible safety protection.

Each security guard had a rifle and bullet, and they all looked serious, their faces showing the tension of being ready for battle.

Old He gave the security guards operational instructions, occasionally mixing sign language and English to try to clearly express his operational intentions.

Although these workers had received some military training on a regular basis, they were ultimately no match for real soldiers; they lacked experience in coordinating and fighting together.

However, with a formidable enemy at hand, now is not the time to be picky; it would be good enough if there were people who could wield weapons.

"Brother, give me a gun too. Rachel and I want to help you fight; we don't want to hold you back."

Chu Qing suddenly rushed up to Zhang Beixing, confidently stretched out her hand, and asked him for weapons and equipment.

Rachel, standing next to her, had already picked up an AK47 from the ground, looking ready to rush up and fight at any moment, with a death-defying expression.

Chu Qing's dirty little face was full of determination, without the slightest fear.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but reach out and gently flick Chu Qing's little nose, teasing her with a smile.

"Didn't I give you a small handgun? That's enough for you. What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day? Your brother is still here. Do you need to go around killing and setting fires?"

“But…” Chu Qing pouted, somewhat displeased, “Sister Rachel said, who says women are inferior to men? You can fight the bad guys, so can we. Why should we stay in the back and have everyone protect us?”

Zhang Beixing snorted and unreasonably gave Chu Qing a hard knock on the forehead, still in an unyielding and argumentative tone.

“I don’t care what she told you. Others have no obligation to protect you because you’re all complete strangers. But I’m different. I’m your brother. You were born to be protected by me, understand?”

Chu Qing blinked her big eyes, looking shocked: "Brother, I know you like reading, but do you read too many domineering CEO novels?"

"Get lost, or I'll beat you up!" Zhang Beixing threatened.

Chu Qing muttered under her breath, "I remember you weren't like this before. This is fascism, so undemocratic!"

Zhang Beixing chuckled: "What can we do? You can't beat me anyway, so of course I'm in charge."

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing turned to look at Rachel behind him, whose face was full of grim determination, and said with a smile, "I brought the gun, I can decide who gets it, just leave it there."

Rachel looked aggrieved and hesitated to speak.

Zhang Beixing shook his head helplessly, sighed softly, raised an eyebrow at Rachel's delicate, fair hands, and spoke softly.

"You're a doctor. A doctor's hands are for saving lives, not for killing."

"Besides, not all the men in the factory are dead yet, why are you making a scene?" (End of Chapter)