"Target markers five kilometers ahead, ready!"
"Everyone loaded—"
"Fire!"
On the open plain, as the red flag in Yang Shu's hand swept forward, twenty thick cannon barrels erupted with flames in unison.
In the open ground ahead, shrapnel and white smoke spread everywhere, blowing the wooden targets planted in the trenches to pieces.
This was followed by two more rounds of barrage fire.
The final round of white smoke formed a milky wall of smoke across the middle of the battlefield.
"Artillery suppression complete!"
"Tank units advance! Cover the infantry as they seize the positions!"
Black smoke billowed from their exhaust pipes as thirty tanks started up in unison, forming an armored spearhead as they advanced toward the cloud of white smoke in the distance.
At the same time, behind those thirty tanks, twenty armored trucks started their engines and sped forward along the tracks left by the treads...
Standing atop a concrete observation tower in the distance, Chu Guang held his binoculars and watched the tank formation charge through the smoke toward the trench positions. An involuntary smile curled across his lips.
For a long time, due to their lack of heavy equipment, The Alliance had followed a "special operations route."
That was, maximizing the advantages of individual soldiers and using their fearless will to make up for their shortcomings in heavy firepower.
However, that problem had finally been resolved to a certain extent.
As production capacity at the mines in Greenstone County gradually increased and the controllable nuclear fusion reactor came online, the production potential of The Alliance's new industrial zone had finally been unleashed.
No. 81 Steelworks produced engines, Goblin Technology manufactured turrets, the expedition team's laboratory facilities made observation and targeting equipment, and several state-owned steelworks under The Alliance produced tracked hulls and chassis. Everything was