The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 211 Fries, Tank Daddy has arrived!

"Seriously? Have these guys gone mad?"

Hiding in the command post, watching the enemy troops charging relentlessly towards the front lines in the distance, Andrei's expression was one of utter shock.

"I'm a little puzzled. Did they knock on something strange before the fight? How did they generate such fighting spirit?"

Andrei was unaware that there were two main reasons why the enemy was able to maintain its current momentum.

One reason was that they had indeed taken something strange before the charge—a potion from Alterania called Wolf Blood, which the soldiers in front of them had drunk in large quantities.

This thing is different from the abyssal magic of the Black Hawk Empire, which can forcibly put soldiers into a strange state of mental enhancement. This thing is more about stimulating the physical body.

After drinking it, adrenaline and other hormones surge dramatically, putting soldiers into a state of intense excitement and instantly relieving their fatigue.

However, as a price to pay, this drug has certain side effects. In addition to being prone to causing dependence in the future, using this drug puts a heavy burden on the body and can easily lead to cardiac arrest.

Unfortunately, despite their attempts to improve the drug through various means, its effects were still somewhat exaggerated, even though it originated from the United States of the Constellation.

They had no idea how those New World people from the United States of the Constellations managed to do it, or if they always had this much fun.

However, considering that more than a decade ago, the Constellation United States inexplicably introduced a series of extremely abnormal laws, such as the Mandatory Entertainment Law, they seem to have been acting strangely in many ways since then.

Ordinary soldiers were unaware of the serious side effects of this drug; all they knew was that drinking it would greatly enhance their physical abilities and allow them to forget the fear of the battlefield.

Anyway, the side effects are nothing compared to the bloody battlefield right in front of us.

In the event of cardiac arrest, it can be treated as if the person was killed by the enemy. Any dependency issues that arise afterward are merely war trauma.

Besides the fact that the enemy had used some unethical drugs, another reason they were charging forward desperately was because their officers had told them something before the battle:
"Warriors of Alterac, listen up! You have only two choices: victory or death!"

"If we retreat, we will have to go back into the dense forest, endure enemy bombardment and artillery fire, and travel for who knows how far to get back."

"Soldiers, are you willing to fight desperately to capture the enemy's position and utterly defeat the enemy before you as victors, or are you willing to let all our previous sacrifices be in vain, and then slink away on this path to death again?"

Upon hearing this, the Altera soldiers were determined to fight back.

They never wanted to go back into the forest again; this trek through the woods was the worst nightmare of their lives.

The shells that kept falling overhead, and the strange aircraft that kept dropping various bombs from the sky, made many of them think that they probably would never be able to get out of the forest again.

At that moment, many soldiers even developed jungle phobia, and they probably never wanted to go into the forest again in their lives.

Although the enemy's charge was very fierce, the player's firepower was equally formidable.

Almost all the machine gun positions on the position were occupied by players, and each player sat in a machine gun position, firing with extremely ferocious posture.

Watching these guys fire their guns, the Cambrian soldiers hiding behind them wanted to say something, but for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Dude, if you keep firing like that, putting aside the issue of wasting bullets, aren't you afraid of getting shot dead?

When others use heavy machine guns, don't they all keep their heads down while firing, afraid that they might be shot dead by the enemy's gunner if they're not careful?
Judging from your posture, it's almost as if you're about to pick up a heavy machine gun and fire it from your hands. Don't you even have the thought of shrinking back a bit?

Unfortunately, for players, what is "shrinking head"?
Don't stop me. I finally managed to snag a machine gun. If I don't have a good time, how can I justify waiting in line behind the machine gun position?
Being killed by the enemy is not a problem; at worst, you can revive in the nearby artillery shelter or with the flag bearer on the front line.

But if you manage to get a machine gun position but don't get to fire the heavy machine gun properly, that's a big problem.

The Altannians charging forward were extremely ferocious, almost like they were just throwing points at the enemy. If they didn't seize the opportunity to gain more merits, they would be doing themselves a disservice!
As for whether he felt guilty when he fired the gun?
After killing so many people, wouldn't it leave a psychological scar?

Just kidding, when have players ever felt guilty about killing NPCs?

A famous vampire once said, "Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?"

So at this moment, in the eyes of the other Cambrian soldiers on the front lines, the battle had gone completely mad, and everyone had gone mad.

The enemy charged like madmen, and their own men fired like madmen. They would rather be killed in 30 seconds than take cover from their machine gun positions!

They even removed the gun shield that was blocking the machine gun in front of it to make aiming easier!

Just then, a series of light artillery shots suddenly rang out, and several mortar shells landed directly in the position, immediately silencing several machine gun positions.

Some players couldn't help but want to curse. They had finally managed to get their turn to operate the machine gun after the person in front of them had just been killed.

Before they could even fire two shots, the lousy machine gun emplacement was blown up.

"Damn it, this is targeting me! Isn't this aimed at me?"

After grumbling for a bit, the player pulled out a large wrench and started tightening it as quickly as possible. In the blink of an eye, the machine gun, which had been reduced to a pile of broken parts, was back to normal.

The fixed machine gun is probably considered a kind of defensive fortification in the game, so players can actually restore it using a large wrench.

Upon seeing this, Andrei quickly checked the system and found that he did indeed have the option of a fixed machine gun in his unlock list, but it was hidden in the artillery section.

Damn, how is this calculated?

Who counts a fixed machine gun as artillery?
Andrei couldn't help but curse under his breath and quickly unlocked the fixed machine gun.

With this, he will never have to worry about players lacking firepower again.

The Altera artillerymen, who had just finished firing a round of shots, were excitedly pointing and gesturing.

Thanks to the Cambrian people's reckless use of machine guns, which exposed their positions, I was able to find and destroy their machine gun positions so quickly.

Otherwise, they would probably have had to go through a lot of trouble to take down the machine gun on the other side.

But in the next instant, to the incredulous gaze of the mortar crew, the machine gun positions that had just been destroyed by them suddenly regained their firepower!
Seeing the flames constantly spewing out, an officer slammed his fist on an artilleryman's head.

"Idiot, how did you fire your cannon? Is this what you call wiping out the enemy?"

"Damn it, you're wasting our soldiers' lives!"

The artilleryman, who had been slapped for no reason, looked aggrieved. He was puzzled. He clearly saw that the machine gun on the other side had just been blown away, so how come there was another machine gun when he turned around?
Without a second thought, he quickly continued loading shells, but before he could load the next shell, a mortar fired from the opposite side took him out first.

One player casually put away the mortar and ran to the side, preparing to find a safer spot to continue firing.

Artillery battles are great! He loves artillery battles the most!
Having fought these NPCs for so long, unless there's a huge difference in equipment, they've never lost in artillery battles!

It's a pity that the two heavy artillery pieces in the team have been moved away to attack the enemy's artillery positions. Otherwise, if they could have fired a heavy shot at the crowd here, the scene would have been absolutely thrilling.

If a 9.2-inch heavy cannon shot were fired into so many charging infantry, it would be more than just a simple massacre. If a suitable landing point was chosen in advance, wiping out an entire company with a single shot would be an easy task.

Despite the relentless and desperate charges of the Altranian soldiers, and the fact that the road ahead was almost entirely covered with the corpses of soldiers in white uniforms, a large number of soldiers still rushed into the trenches.

Immediately afterwards, they engaged in a brutal close-quarters battle with the players.

Just as a player was being stabbed to death by an Altannian with a bayonet, another player rushed over from around the corner of the trench and plunged his bayonet into the player's chest.

Some players had just used their entrenching tools to almost flatten the head of an Altannian when the sound of submachine gun fire from the side caused them to fall down cursing in the communication channel.

Watching the two sides clash like gods, a battle that was practically a life-or-death struggle, the other Cambrian soldiers on the battlefield were completely dumbfounded.

Compared to Andrei's other soldiers, the morale of these Cambrian soldiers was clearly not very high.

It's unclear whether it was because no player led the charge or because they were intimidated by the enemy in front of them, but their performance in close combat during trench warfare was quite poor.

"Warriors of the Empire, charge with me! Are we just going to stand by and do nothing?"

A brave officer drew his pistol, roared at the soldiers around him, and led the charge.

But less than three seconds later, he died in the chaos of battle before his eyes. A hail of bullets, seemingly from nowhere, took his life, while also knocking down two players and an Alteran soldier nearby.

A skin-changing man who had just rushed into the position, panting heavily as he looked at the horrific battlefield before him, held a light machine gun and unleashed a burst of fire at the crowd.

Just then, he suddenly heard a burst of footsteps behind him, and his light machine gun had just run out of bullets.

Without even thinking, he transformed into a giant polar bear at top speed and slapped the guy charging at him with an entrenching tool.

The immense force sent the player flying. Before he could even get up after crashing to the ground, a huge bear paw slammed into his chest, killing him instantly.

Just then, a strangely dressed guy carrying a large jar rushed up from nowhere and started breathing fire at the giant polar bear in front of him.

The skin-changing man never expected that such a fierce person would rush out from around the corner. Caught off guard, he was sprayed with flamethrower.

As he watched his body instantly engulfed in flames, the skin-changing man let out a bloodcurdling scream.

He writhed on the ground, constantly changing his form, sometimes transforming from a bear into a human, trying to alleviate his pain in this way.

No matter how he changed, the flames burning on his body remained unchanged. In just a short while, he turned into a charred corpse lying on the ground.

The brutal close combat before my eyes truly lived up to its name as a meat grinder. One soldier after another charged into the fray with various weapons, only to fall in the fighting as soon as they turned around, or even be torn to pieces on the spot.

No one could stand for more than a minute in such a battle, whether they were players or ordinary soldiers. They charged forward one after another, only to fall one after another.

"Damn it, this is a real meat grinder!"

Seeing this scene, Andrei, who was hiding in the command post, held a No. 3 pistol and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Beside him, Commander Platon was completely terrified, staring blankly at the scene before him. His slightly overweight body trembled uncontrollably, his face clearly displaying his weakness, pitifulness, and helplessness.

Andrei ignored the coward. As long as the guy didn't cause trouble at times like this, he was fine. He didn't expect the guy to suddenly become powerful or anything.

Moreover, apart from him, the other Cambrian soldiers on the position were in relatively good condition. Although they were stunned by the scene before them, with players holding the line, they had at least not retreated.

Outside the command post, two players had set up machine guns and were firing continuously. Whenever enemies appeared in the trenches in front of them, they would use the machine guns to take them out as quickly as possible.

These two players were ordered by Andrei's protection command to guard this trench.

They didn't care whether there were any of their own people in the trench; as soon as they saw a white figure rushing towards them, they would open fire without hesitation.

The fierce battle before them was also somewhat strenuous for the Krieg soldiers.

Despite the enhanced charge and the already incredibly fast bayonet charge, these Krieg soldiers were able to launch bayonet charges with almost no misses once they had their eyes on the enemy.

However, in complex terrain like trenches, it is not always appropriate to launch a bayonet charge.

Especially in some extremely chaotic places, they really couldn't break through; there were people everywhere in front of them.

Fortunately, the ability for players to respawn from their surroundings, along with the occasional arrival of elite soldiers to provide support, has managed to turn the tide of the current decline.

In this environment, flamethrower soldiers, trench warfare soldiers, and submachine gun sentries wielding twin submachine guns became the three elite types of soldiers who performed best.

Besides them, several other players who had chosen the Intruder Set were continuously firing flares ahead under the protection of others.

Faced with the charging crowd, several signal flares were launched in succession, and a large bombing zone was instantly formed on the spot.

With just one round of artillery fire, a large number of charging enemies would be wiped out, making the kill efficiency terrifying.

If it weren't for the fact that the invaders made too much noise by firing signal flares on the battlefield, which would frequently lead to them being targeted by the enemy and subjected to various weapons attacks, these invaders would be virtually invincible.

As long as the enemy doesn't break into the trenches, these invaders keep firing signal flares, and they are truly invincible on the spot!

At this moment, each invader was practically a human artillery battery.

"This is madness, utter madness! Is this the fighting spirit of the Cambrian Empire?"

The Altrian officer, observing all of this from the rear, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Just then, a major suddenly ran over crying and shouted at the officer in front of him:
"Commander, please give the order for the men to retreat immediately! My men really can't hold on any longer!"

“An entire battalion went up, and almost a platoon died every minute. In just a few minutes, my men were almost wiped out!”

“Those Cambrian people are simply devils. They’ve gone completely mad. I even saw someone throw grenades to take our men down with them, and they even used some strange explosive spears to detonate directly at the soldiers who had just charged forward!”

The soldiers in the midst of the melee were in a state of extreme excitement because they had just used the wolf blood potion, so they did not notice anything amiss with the enemy in front of them.

But the major, who had been watching from the rear, had already realized that the enemy they were facing was a bunch of lunatics!
He had never seen such a brutal meat grinder battlefield in his life, where everyone seemed to have only the thought of killing the other side, and no other thoughts at all.

At this moment, the soldiers could no longer be regarded as human beings; they were simply a group of beasts in human skin!
"Shut up, let your soldiers keep charging and crush the enemy completely!"

"They don't have that many men defending this position. There can't be more than a brigade here. Even if it means sacrificing lives, we must take their position, or all our previous attacks will have been for nothing!"

Faced with the major's tearful plea, his regimental commander merely issued orders indifferently, while his hand holding the binoculars trembled uncontrollably.

The soldiers who were killed or wounded in front of him were not only his own battalion commander's soldiers, but also his own soldiers!

Although as the regimental commander, he didn't usually interact much with his soldiers, the thought that so many of them were gone after this battle made his heart bleed.

There's no other way; we have to charge now!
The sunk costs they incurred were simply too high; if they retreated now, all their previous sacrifices would be in vain.

In the artillery bombardment and air raids, they lost at least 2000 soldiers, and in order to storm the enemy's positions, they lost about the same number again.

If they fail to break through the enemy's lines and instead choose to retreat immediately, they will likely suffer losses exceeding 2000 men, or even more, during the retreat. After such a battle, how many men will be left in their entire division?

Damn it, if it weren't for the previous air raids and subsequent artillery bombardment, their mechanized infantry division wouldn't be in such a bad situation.

Normally, they should travel along the highway in various military vehicles and then rely on the powerful firepower carried by these vehicles to quickly break through.

The entire battle should be as fast as lightning, capturing the enemy's position before they can react, and then celebrating victory while the enemy is still in a daze.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

Their mechanized infantry division was almost completely wiped out on this battlefield.

When the enemy gained air superiority, no one thought of continuing to advance along the highway in military vehicles. Such a target would be too large, essentially making them easy targets for the aircraft in the sky.

As a result, despite being experimental units of Alterania and entitled to high-class treatment, they ended up being reduced to ordinary line-filling divisions.

"Let's ask headquarters if we have any other reinforcements that can get here?"

In a makeshift divisional command post in the woods, the commander of the Altranian unit asked his adjutant beside him a question.

His adjutant hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing and quickly ran to request reinforcements from the rear.

He originally wanted to remind the division commander that they already had the support of an artillery division, or rather, that they, along with the artillery division that had just arrived, were originally here to provide support.

Given the nature of the rear command, they are unlikely to send more reinforcements to this bottomless battlefield.

If a large number of troops gather here, the Cambrian Empire is very likely to launch a counterattack, since the Cambrian Empire has also gathered a large number of troops here.

Andrei and another infantry division came here to provide support; it wasn't really just two divisions that had to defend the entire Karelian region.

His adoptive father wasn't insane, and the Karelian Front of the Empire wasn't finished either; they were just temporarily in a slump and had fallen into the trap of the enemy's dispersed operations.

As long as we can weather this wave and halt the enemy's relentless advance, the Altrians will never be able to break through any further.

After all, Altrania's own domestic military industrial strength is what it is. With its population and poor industrial system, what can it use to make further breakthroughs?
It's no exaggeration to say that their heavy weapons are so depleted after each battle that there's simply no way to replenish them.

The Black Hawk Empire's heavy artillery and armored vehicle production lines have been pushed to their limits, yet even so, they still struggle to supply their own army with equipment.

Under these circumstances, how could Altrania possibly obtain any more weapons and equipment support from the Black Hawk Empire?
As for the Nightless Empire, the Altrians have now sided with the Allied Powers, while the Nightless Empire is with the Entente Powers, making them truly hostile to each other.

Even if there is no direct military conflict between the two sides, the Empire of No Night would not continue to sell weapons to Altrania at this time.

The sunk costs were so high that for these Altrianian officers, the only acceptable outcome was to fight tooth and nail for a Pyrrhic victory.

If they cannot achieve victory, cannot cut off the enemy's railway, and take advantage of the situation to capture the enemy's suburban defenses, then all their previous sacrifices will have been in vain.

As for what to do next after they have captured the train station and the outskirts of the city.
That's a problem that needs to be considered from the rear.

Anyway, once they take this place, their mission is complete. Even if the rear wants to blame them, they can't blame them.

"I'm numb. Is this the terrifying aspect of human wave tactics?"

Looking at the ever-growing number of Altrianians on the battlefield, Andrei couldn't help but want to curse.

He never expected that the players would be gradually pushed back by the enemy using sheer numbers.

This was the first time he had ever seen a player get gradually cornered by enemies at their respawn point and then killed inside it.

Although the enemy was also mentally broken and could not understand why more than a dozen enemy soldiers could crawl out of such a small anti-artillery hole and still crawl out.
But the players were also incredibly frustrated, being blocked at their respawn point and killed by NPCs. They were truly speechless.

One player chose the SMG Sentry, fought his way out from another bunker, and braved the constant barrage of bullets, unleashing a barrage of fire from his twin-barreled SMG at the person in front of him.

The Italians never actually used it in World War I, but its theoretical rate of fire was as high as 1200 rounds per minute, which instantly wiped out a large number of enemies in front of it.

But then, two more Altrians charged at him from behind, bayonets at the ready.

The unlucky submachine gun was out of ammo, so the player quickly retreated while reloading, fearing being stabbed by the bayonet in front of him.

Although the bayonets of NPCs in this game don't have a special instant-death effect like those of Battlefield players.

However, if he were to be stabbed in a vital spot by an enemy with a bayonet, even a heavily armored sentry would be seriously injured or die on the spot.

Fortunately, another trench raider who retreated from the side successfully knocked the two guys down with his baton. But to be honest, the two players were already a bit tired of the chaotic battlefield in front of them.

The enemy was too numerous and kept charging forward, making them feel like they couldn't stop for even a moment.

They had lost count of how many times they had resurrected, but in the course of their battles, they had managed to accumulate enough merit points to purchase the elite soldier set.

"Brothers, when will your military train arrive? We can't hold on much longer!"

"Hurry up, come and provide support immediately!"

In the chat channel, the players here were urging the reinforcements who had not yet arrived. They couldn't wait for the armored forces behind them to arrive quickly so they could drive their tanks here and wreak havoc.

No, without armored support, they really can't handle it!

The number of enemies outside is too great, even exceeding their limits!

Unfortunately, it's not close enough to the train station, otherwise their armored trains could provide some support.

"Brothers, good news! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Everyone, wait patiently, reinforcements are on their way!"

Just then, Andrei saw the content in the player chat area and his eyes lit up.

Great! The support he'd been longing for has finally arrived!
If reinforcements didn't arrive soon, he felt an urgent urge to recall those two heavy artillery pieces and launch an indiscriminate bombardment of the position.

Although such indiscriminate shelling will inevitably cause great casualties to the positions in front of us, regardless of whether they are friend or foe.

But it didn't matter; the players didn't care. The Cambrian Empire's soldiers had been forced to the rear of their positions and were on the verge of collapse.

From a cost-benefit perspective, such a round of shelling seems to be worthwhile.

However, if given a choice, it's best not to fire on your own soldiers' heads indiscriminately.

Especially since there are ordinary Cambrian Empire soldiers on this position, and unlike players who can resurrect, if they are killed by their own side's artillery, then they are really gone.

At the train station where Andrei had arrived earlier, a group of soldiers stared in astonishment at the tanks being pulled on the train.

Despite limited transport capacity, preventing players from sending all tanks and armored vehicles by train at once, their most advanced T34 tanks, along with some San Chamon tanks, arrived first.

Compared to the San Chamon, the T-34 tank's mobility is far superior.

Historically, the T34 tank could reach a speed of 55 kilometers per hour on roads, and even on off-road terrain, it could reach speeds of over 40 kilometers per hour. In the game, the tank's mobility seems to have been further enhanced.

The military train that had just arrived at the station hadn't even come to a complete stop yet when the driver players in the tanks had already started their respective vehicles.

The soldiers responsible for patrolling the train station and inspecting the supplies on the military trains were preparing to greet the train in an orderly manner and check what was being transported on board.

Before they could even run over, amidst gasps of alarm, the tanks suddenly sped off, rumbling and rolling off the deck!
Seeing the imposing presence of these unusual armored vehicles as they started up, and the massive cannons on them, the Cambrian soldiers who had just run over were immediately filled with trepidation.

They had never seen this type of tank before, nor had they heard of it anywhere else. Seeing these tanks drive right up to them, they thought these guys were coming to raid the train station!
Damn it, what are those patrol stations doing?
How come enemy armored vehicles are riding on our own military trains and just swaggering into our own train station?

A soldier frantically blew his whistle, picked up his rifle but didn't know where to begin.

Clearly, their rifles were completely ineffective against this thick, heavy armor, and they had no anti-armor weapons at their disposal.

After all, they were just there for inspection, just an ordinary patrol team. What patrol team would carry anti-armor weapons while on patrol?
To their surprise, the armored vehicles that rumbled down did not attack the people around them.

After these tanks came off the ground, they sped off at top speed in the distance, leaving trails on the ground and raising huge clouds of dust.

On one of the vehicles, a player suddenly opened the hatch, climbed out, and shouted at the surrounding soldiers:

"Guys, don't be afraid, we're allies too!"

"We're here to support you, so let's not waste time with small talk!"

After saying this, the player shrank back into the tank, leaving a group of Cambrian soldiers staring in disbelief, unsure of what to say.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I think this should be the troops under Major General Vorontsov, right?"

One of the officers suddenly thought of something and said to the other officer next to him.

"Very likely. Judging from their decisive and efficient manner, they are exactly like the general who jumped out of the car earlier. They must have run to support the general."

Remembering the requests for assistance they had received from the front lines, the two officers suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder these tanks look so exaggerated when they're driving; they're on their way to "rescue" the emperor!

These two officers had never seen a T-34 tank before. Considering the young major general's aristocratic background, they quickly filled in the blanks in their minds:
These steel war chariots might be weapons privately produced by a powerful noble family in the country, which is why they are equipped in Andrei's army, as this is their family's private army.

The drivers of these tanks must have heard that their masters were in danger, which is why they were so anxious.

Thinking of this possibility, the two officers couldn't help but feel a pang of envy and jealousy, realizing how much they envied the lives of the noblemen.

If they encountered trouble on the battlefield, no one would risk their lives to come and save them; at most, they would be given an order to hold their ground and wait for reinforcements.

They had seen orders like this far too many times, and after receiving such orders, how many of them actually managed to get reinforcements? They could count the number on one hand.

But when it was the other side's turn, after encountering danger on the battlefield, a formidable armored column came rushing over to their rescue.

Thinking about it this way, the two of them suddenly felt as sour as if they had eaten lemons.

The T34 column sped along, quickly leaving the Saint-Chamon tanks behind, causing countless players still using old tanks to break through their defenses on the spot.

In the previous battles, they didn't find anything wrong with this WWI tank.

Although this thing has poor defense and can be easily penetrated by the enemy, thanks to the repair skills of their engineers, it is difficult for the enemy to destroy their tanks in one shot.

In addition, this tank has pretty good firepower, some strange skills that can help, and the game has also made up for the tank's mobility problem.

So to be honest, they didn't think there was anything wrong with Saint Samothée before; they thought the big silly boy was just too good!

But at this moment, after seeing the sight of those T34 tanks speeding by, the Saint Samothune, which was originally highly praised by players, suddenly became less appealing.

Countless players are silently vowing that once they accumulate enough merit points, they will definitely buy the new tank!
As for the old tank in front of us...

"Speaking of which, when will this game develop a transfer system so that everyone can transfer their merit points to each other?"

"I think we can actually sell these Saint Samothraces we're using cheaply to other new players. I believe they'd be willing to buy them if they're short on cash!"

A player suddenly asked a question in the chat area and was then bombarded with criticism from a group of newbie players.

So what if I'm a newbie? A newbie just doesn't have any merit points, right? Why should I be discriminated against like this?

Damn it, don't underestimate them!
Having worked as scavengers for so long, they must have accumulated some merits.

Upon seeing this, Andrei's eyes lit up, and he felt that he could study it and create a similar trading system.

Just like finding equipment in a game, as the game updates, top players all go and use the newest and most powerful equipment, so the old equipment naturally becomes less valuable.

However, these gradually phased-out old equipment cannot be said to be useless. At least for newbies who are short on money, it would be great if they could find a way to buy equipment cheaply.

After some research, Andrei immediately created a trading system that allowed players to trade items with each other.

He didn't make the system particularly complicated; as long as both parties agree, the transaction can proceed.

As for whether, under such circumstances, veteran players might bully newcomers in the game and force them to buy their items at inflated prices,

Andrei said, "Do you really think that the permissions of your 'authority dog' are just for show?"
If this happens, the worst that can happen is to ban the account. Even if the account is completely banned, the slot can be used to recruit new players.

Because of the T-34 tank's incredible speed, it covered a distance of five or six kilometers in less than five minutes.

The Altrian soldiers, still charging forward, suddenly felt the ground tremble. An officer looked into the distance and suddenly saw a large amount of smoke and dust appear.

"What is that thing? It's making a huge noise!"

Confused, he carefully observed the smoke and dust, and then he was horrified.

He suddenly saw a bunch of strange-looking war machines that had no mechanical legs but had a steel plate underneath them rotating and moving rapidly toward him!
Although he didn't know the true capabilities of this war machine, just based on its speed and the cannon on it, he was certain that its combat power was definitely not low.

With such mobility and firepower, this thing might just be on par with the Black Hawk Empire's Dreadnought mechs!

Just then, a tank in the distance suddenly raised its cannon and fired a powerful shot in his direction.

(End of this chapter)