On the not-so-wide road, a heap of inexplicable boxes and equipment were mounted on the turret of a Type 64 main battle tank. This equipment provided the tank with powerful observational and aiming capabilities, while also increasing its cost.
Tang Country's tanks are expensive, but they are powerful. In such a relatively peaceful scene, the tank was slowly advancing bit by bit.
It moved carefully, the tracks crushing the not-so-soft soil. April weather, the north had already passed the muddy season, and the farmlands in the distance emitted a fragrant smell of earth.
The turret of this Type 64 tank pointed toward a distant abandoned village, where flames were currently burning, and the rolling smoke could not conceal the even larger city in the distance.
"Captain, we've arrived." The vehicle commander poked his head out, looked at the distant city, and said to the captain beside him. They saw it, they saw the city marked on the map: Wuyang.
