Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Thick smoke.

"Target suspected of being hit! Target suspected of being hit!" Inside the Bomi I tank, in the cramped space, the gunner looked at the situation outside through the observation window, kept banging on the engine box with a wrench, and shouted, "Loader, load, load, second shot!"

"Machine gunners, don't stand still! There are no friendly forces in sight, open fire!"

"Why are we the only ones here? Where's the other Bomi I tank?!"

"Of course! Not all of our personnel have arrived yet. That monster kills anyone it sees. The rest of the pilots must have been killed by it!"

"In that case, wouldn't we be the last ones...?"

"Enough! Don't get distracted!" Because of the excessive noise inside the tank, the commander had to bang on the hood to make them hear him. "The Bomi I tank is the Federation's latest weapon, invincible! Didn't we use it to wipe out the rebel camp before? Once we're in the tank, the world is ours!"

"Who cares what he is? The battle isn't over yet! Increase the firepower and take him down!"

"ah----!!"

……

The corpses scattered everywhere spurred the machine gunners and artillerymen inside the tank to unleash the full power of this steel behemoth.

Until the ammunition runs out.

The ground, the walls, and the nearby buildings were riddled with bullet holes. The gun barrels were also red-hot from overheating.

"We should... have taken him out, right?" the machine gunner said hopefully, his forehead covered in sweat.

During the attack on the camp, the tanks simply ran over the enemy; they didn't even use that level of firepower. It's hard to imagine anything surviving such intense fire.

hard to imagine.

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"Thump—!!!"

The next moment, this massive steel behemoth was suddenly struck from the side by a tremendous force, immediately losing its balance and shifting a distance to the right. The people inside the chariot were thrown around so violently that they were disoriented, and since the chariot was entirely made of metal, they nearly broke their teeth.

Everyone looked at each other, none daring to voice their thoughts.

because……

how can that be possible? !

This is nearly 25 tons of metal!

This is nearly 10 millimeters thick armor on a tank!

but……

"boom------!!"

Another violent tremor brought everyone back to reality. They could see that both heavy blows had struck the same spot, the armor at that point of impact deformed and caved inwards. The metal's tensile strength was nearing its limit; a third blow would likely crack it completely.

"Oh, God..."

The gunner, who had fallen once again, had given up all hope. He clasped his hands together and uttered a desperate cry, "We..."

"What on earth are they fighting?!"

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"boom-----!!!"

Zhang Wusheng gritted his teeth, unleashing all his strength, and with a third punch, slammed into a point, finally breaking through the outer edge of the armor. Having found a point of leverage, he licked his lips, grabbed the raised piece of metal, and tore the entire piece of armor off the tank.

"laugh---!!!"

The sound of metal tearing is unbearable for ordinary people.

The narrow field of vision suddenly widened, and I could see things outside.

Golden hair flying, body covered in blood, eyes with double pupils.

Zhang Wusheng tossed the piece of armored metal aside and gave the crew inside the tank a friendly smile.

I'm taking a day off today and will resume updates tomorrow.

As many readers have probably noticed, the update frequency has decreased in the past two weeks compared to previous weeks. This is because the updates have been mostly from previously accumulated drafts. Last week, the author personally visited the Hulunbuir Grassland and experienced firsthand its breathtakingly vast and beautiful scenery. The immensity of the landscape was truly awe-inspiring.

As the title suggests, the author only returned to his hometown in the early hours of last night and hasn't adjusted to his sleep schedule yet, so he took a rare day off today.

Starting tomorrow, updates will resume as normal. Thank you for your understanding and patience!

Thank you all!!!

Attached are beautiful grassland views

Chapter 1028: Fate Brings Us Together from a Thousand Miles Away

"Excuse me, Colonel Roy, where were we?"

"..."

Roy's thoughts snapped out of their deep reverie as he looked at the messy inventory reports on the table and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

He traveled all the way to Morocco not to argue with local politicians, although that was part of his job, but more importantly, to carry out his father's and superior's orders to arrest Zhang Renfeng's second son, Zhang Wusheng.

The Southern Army's strength lies solely in Zhang Renfeng. Therefore, the Northern Federation's subsequent strategy will naturally revolve around this "individual." As a human being, he possesses emotions and desires, and is prone to human weaknesses. According to Roy, the Northern Federation's high command had discussed in military conferences a plan to outflank the Southern front in New Austin, to kidnap Zhang Renfeng's wife, Evelyn Dietersdorf. However, due to the plan's extreme difficulty, the entire South is currently on high alert, especially Zhang Renfeng's stronghold, which is impenetrable by armed forces.

Even with the old monster Samuel Graves in charge of the last special operation, it still took several years of preparation before it was finally successful.

They weren't stupid; replicating that success in a short time would be too difficult. However, the plan wasn't abandoned entirely; instead, a new target was chosen. Compared to his wife, with whom he had no blood relation, his son was closer to Zhang Renfeng in terms of kinship and easier to manipulate.

As a soldier, instead of figuring out how to defeat the enemy on the front lines, he was thinking of using the enemy general's son as a threat. It didn't sound very good, but Roy didn't care.

Compared to his brother Baal, he was more like his father and more in line with the Siswell family's ethos. A general in the industrial age must be ruthless; he'd do anything for the final victory.

The current large-scale purge in Morocco is also a result of this ruthless style of warfare.

He knew, of course, that in such a large city, even if a traitor did emerge, only a minority would truly be willing to defect to the Southern Army. A massive purge would implicate countless innocent people, but right now, with the war raging, he didn't have time to meticulously gather evidence against each individual. Besides, his troops weren't designed for that.

Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.

Ultimately, however, whether a thousand or ten thousand were mistakenly killed, it was all for the final tactical objective: to capture the target, Zhang Wusheng. Yet, despite the immense time and effort invested in this massive purge, the information gathered remained remarkably thin.

Although a large number of testimonies were extracted, not even a few lines of text contained any real substance.

In an era when literacy rates were pitifully low, even within the army and navy special forces, there weren't many literate individuals. The task of sifting through the information to extract useful insights naturally fell to Roy himself, which was one of the downsides of the Great Purge.

With the rampant practice of extracting confessions through torture, a great deal of useless testimony naturally emerges. Finding truly useful information from it requires exceptional inductive and logical reasoning abilities. Roy sat there for most of the night, drinking several cups of coffee to stay awake, his eyes stinging from reading the text, yet he still couldn't glean anything.

Just then, the city councilors who had switched sides came to discuss matters with him. He wanted to kick them all out, but since he was occupying their territory, Roy still maintained a basic level of politeness towards them.

“I can’t make any guarantees until the war is over.” Roy tossed the documents aside, picked up his pen but didn’t write, only tapping the table lightly with the cap. “All I can say is this: as an individual, I thank you all for the choices you made in this war.”

The lawmakers, unsure of the weight of that statement, cautiously inquired, "So, what about the subsequent city management... uh, I mean, when will markets and factories be able to resume operations..."

Getting Mayor Mans out of office would certainly be a great thing, as the remaining councilors could then happily divide up the power vacuum he left behind.

However, this is on the premise that the city of Morocco still exists.

Given the current situation, if this intense purge continues for a few more days, the city's production, economy, and markets, built up to this point, will be completely destroyed. Large numbers of people will be arrested and killed, houses will be burned down, and the purge will inevitably escalate as its scope expands.

Even if the army leaves one day, all that will be left for them is an empty shell of ruins, an outcome that is certainly not in line with their interests.

Having grasped this implication, Roy frowned, his gaze towards them becoming even more displeased.

"We will station troops here until we find the target. Until then, tonight's activities will continue."

Roy said expressionlessly, "This matter is related to a crucial point in the entire war, and there are no conditions to negotiate. If we can't find it in a day, I'll search for a day; if we can't find it in a year, I'll search for a year. Even if we have to turn every single building in this city upside down, we must continue this mission."

"If you want to scramble for food from my mouth, you'd better be prepared for the worst."

He spoke very directly. Facing these congressmen, Roy didn't bother to hide anything. Anyway, he had troops under his command, and he didn't care what they thought.

The members of parliament had all anticipated this outcome. After exchanging bewildered glances, one of them still mustered the courage to ask, "Colonel, I'm just guessing. Do you think there's such a possibility..."

"The person you're looking for is no longer in this city?"

……

After a brief silence, Roy finally stopped what he was doing, slowly turned around, and looked at him with a cold gaze.

The legislator who had spoken shrank back and instinctively took a small step back.

"You mean that all our efforts so far have been in vain?"

Roy turned his head and said coldly, "We illiterate people are so stupid that we didn't even think of this, and we went on a killing spree in your city, killing so many people for nothing... Is that right?"

"No no no no no no—" He shook his head like a chick.

……

"He's still here."

Roy's tone was very firm, "This is a common problem among Southern fools. They can't make decisive sacrifices, and the higher-ups value the lives of soldiers and officers too much. When it comes to fighting, they hesitate and are hampered by various factors, making irrational decisions for some meaningless actions."

"Thirty years ago, this was one of the reasons for their defeat, and it is the same now."

"Besides, the city has been sealed off, so there's no way he could escape to the south; he can only go north. A crippled commander with no troops, it's all wishful thinking to try to escape anywhere... He must still be in this city, hiding in some traitor's house."

Roy clenched his fist, slammed it on the table, and said fiercely, "I'll dig three feet into the ground if I have to, I'll find him!"

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"Thump—!!!"

The next moment, the loud crash of the brick wall breaking answered his words.

Half of a deformed Bomi I tank smashed through the wall of the city hall and became embedded in it like a cutting-edge work of art.

People and horses were thrown about, dust billowed up, and the councilors gathered there were all knocked to the ground by the shockwave, wailing in pain.

……

……

In chaos.

Roy, knocked to the ground by the shock, stood amidst a flurry of flying papers and reports...

I saw those emerald-green double pupils.

Four eyes, like ghosts, stared intently at him.

Chapter 1029: I'll Buy You a Seat

"This...this is impossible...how could this be..."

It took Roy a while to realize that what had crashed into the wall and was embedded in it was actually their greatest asset in launching this war. He immediately gasped in shock.

The eyes have already seen it.

However, his mind couldn't reconcile what he saw with his understanding of the world. In his mind, the Bomi I tank should be a rumbling, steel mountain, a formidable presence. Ordinary bullets and grenades wouldn't cause any damage to its armor. Even without firing a single shot, its overwhelming weight alone could crush most enemies of its time.

Since the merger of the two major capital groups in the north 14 years ago, the industrial area has undergone an unprecedented integration. Now, the north's advanced industrial capabilities allow this seemingly invincible secret weapon to be put into production in a very short time.

This is also one of the reasons why the Northern Federal Government dared to declare war on Zhang Renfeng.

And now, his secret weapon... hangs on the wall, so deformed, its outer armor crushed and crumpled by immense force. It looks like a wad of tissue paper found in a teenager's trash can, used for who-knows-what.

His mind went blank; he refused to accept this bizarre situation, but it was embedded in the wall, sending a strong signal to Roy and the entire Northern Federation army.

War is the collision of two violent machines.

Nothing expresses violence more directly than what we are witnessing.

"I heard you've been looking for me."

Zhang Wusheng remained relatively calm as he slowly walked towards him, saying, "So... you've made such a fuss here just to use me as a hostage to threaten my father and force him to withdraw his troops? Is this the strategy you, the dignified United States of America, the federal government army, have come up with?"

Roy's face contorted in pain. He remained silent in the face of Roy's mockery, instead forcefully pushing against the wooden table pressing down on him. His sidearm was strapped to his belt, but his entire lower body was firmly wedged into the table, unable to move.

"Besides being a bit shameless, it's also a very stupid method. You don't understand him... Once he's made up his mind to do something, nothing can influence him, and I'm no exception."

Zhang Wusheng tapped his forehead and said in a deep voice, "Even if you succeed, he won't allow himself to be threatened by you. Therefore, he won't withdraw his troops. On the contrary, he will become increasingly angry and irritable, and he'll take things seriously. At that time..."

"It was truly a scene of utter devastation, where not a single blade of grass could grow."

"Ha...so you mean...he still has some reservations about us?" Roy sneered. "Misplaced mercy is no different from stupidity. That's why you Southerners will never be able to beat us!"