The Night Tiger Armored Regiment set out directly. None of the soldiers thought much of it; aside from the fact that the people driving the vehicles transporting their tanks were not their former comrades, everything else was fine.
Once their tanks had been quickly loaded onto the train, all the soldiers entered the passenger cars at the front. Then the train departed.
Since this was not an urgent strategic transport, the train moved fairly slowly along the way, yielding to civilian trains. Zhang Ronghua did not say anything about it, because he found these logistics personnel to be quite reliable—at least so far.
The meals and other logistical support aboard the train were handled by the logistics department. The food was not particularly good, but it was not bad either, and no other mishaps occurred.
The train they were riding was originally a freight train. The passenger cars had clearly been attached later, turning it into a dedicated military train.
Thus, the meals and other logistics work in those passenger cars had also been prepared by the logistics department.
So far, everything was good. No problems.
About eighteen hours later, the scenery outside the train windows had become the vast Gobi Desert. Only when an announcement came over the carriage speakers saying they were about to reach their destination did Zhang Ronghua pick up his cap.
Just as he was about to pick up his communicator and call the logistics department, he saw truck after truck driving into the small military railway station outside. They had arrived just in time.
Seeing this, Zhang Ronghua did not waste any words. Since they were already here, there was naturally no need to call.
Once the train came to a complete stop, the tanks could drive directly off the flatcars via the specially